We're about a week away from another boring-ass Interactive Fiction Competition. Critics such as bloviating douche-bag Patrick Mooney are gearing up to write scathing reviews to make himself feel like a big man and humorless cunt Jacqueline Ashwell is ready to ban any author that dares to fire back at him. Welcome to the soulless, sterile, stifling safe-space we call The Interactive Fiction Community.
It's a community so eager to glorify their annual shit-show that community members will post embarrassingly inane shit in the forum. Some members are so lazy that they will actually post a huge mega-list of their review of the games' pictures and blurbs. That's right, they're not writing a review of the game. (After all, playing games and writing thoughtful reviews is difficult.) So they are basically posting reviews of games they haven't played. Let me ask you this. Have you heard of a music critic reviewing albums based solely on the cover. (Yes, thorough essays and books have been written discussing album art. But has Rolling Stone ever published articles of reviews of upcoming music without hearing the music?) It's like many things with this community. Ideas sound good at first but if you think about them for a moment, you see how fucking asinine they are.