By Sweep 0 Comments
So I double clickedon my friendly desktop Firefox icon, and was pleasantly forwarded to my homepage, as both intstructed and intended. Google.co.uk welcomed me with open arms. I was greeted to this merry and familiar sight:
And was just typing in the address of our trusty Giantbomb(.com) when a sutble message caught my eye.
Obsessed with the Games?It seemed to say.
If only you knew, was my quick reply. And quick too was my reaction as I hastily clicked the google link, awaiting with interest the fascinating article to which I was being forwarded.
I, of course, immediately assumumed it was computer games that were the new hot topic and worthy of immediate global attention. I thought happily to myself - "Ahhh, finally computer games are being embraced as a sincere form of modern media, and we are now arriving at a time of global recognition and celebration as to the acomplishments of this great industry."
What a fool I was.
I was forwarded, instead, to a website stacked with information - nay, clustered with information about some mess called the Olympics... The very word left a foul taste in my mouth, and I could feel the skin on my fingers crawl with excessive distaste as to the grim recognition of misinterpretation.
You win this time Google. But soon Computer Game obsessed people like me are going to stand up to you and your Olympic shenanagains with a groundbreaking message. One day, it will be OUR time on your homepage. And when that time comes I hope you are still wearing your running shoes pal, because we are bringing the (metaphorical) pain to your yard!
Dont mess with us, you Olympiad bitches. Theres a new bomb in town, and I hear its pretty... giant?