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Gonna Sap Yog SaronTonight, I’d like to take a moment of your time to discuss an issue that affects all of us as gamers. A scourge, in truth, a contagious plague that leaps out to strike down the hale and the innocent without regard. As our gaming becomes more social, more interconnected, the disease will only grow greater in scope. Yes, friends, I speak of one thing; console tards.

You’ve met them. Although their kind breeds in the dank pits of Xbox Live, the console tards send forth spores from their subterranean pools of filth to infest and infect all forms of social gaming. You’ve grouped with them in Warcraft, you’ve worn the same colours as they in Team Fortress 2, their touch rimes your headphones and chat channels in ichorous secretions. Console tards are the bane of the online gaming community.

So what is a console tard? It would be easy to lay the moniker on any bad player, but a lack of skill doesn’t necessary mean someone is a console tard. Many players are young, or drunk, or just new at the various games. A console tard is obnoxiously bad, a creature of infinite folly and equally infinite annoyance. Their lives revolve around making you hate yours.

To be fair, a console tard isn’t a griefer. Those foul beasts know what they’re doing, and often spend long hours in study and practice to destroy your enjoyment. Console tards are merely childish, selfish, impatient, uncomprehending, and loud. They also never go away. If someone spends two hours screaming in your ear about starting a new game, that’s a console tard. The Scout in your Team Fortress game who spends the entire round running face-first into a fire extinguisher in the spawn room, a console tard. The Rogue in your raid that insists the boss can’t see through his stealth and runs in to Sap before the pull — for the third time — oh yeah. Console tard.

Worse, the devouring disease that ravages their minds is contagious. Long contact with console tards can transform a normal, promising gamer into one of the shambling horde. Fortunately, there are warning signs. Are you ever overcome by sudden urges to spend an entire match jumping up on, say, a mailbox while your team bleeds out and screams in deathly cries under the enemy guns? Have you ever said the same thing over voice chat six times or more in under a minute? Under ten seconds? In a voice so snotty that a first-grader would gasp at your childish demeanor?

Have you ever spoken in Barrens chat?

A true console tard can never be cured, but the path to that leperous state is not a certain road. If you’re showing signs of the abhorrent transformation, then take these steps toward recovery. You can find a newbie, suffering in his inexperience, and show him the ropes. A console tard never teaches. You can join up with someone, a stranger or a friend, and help them in their quests. Console tards only attach themselves to others as stones around their necks. You can answer honest questions clearly, truthfully. A console tard only speaks in mockery and nonsense.

The sticking mire of console tards ensnares us all. Only vigilance and a constant commitment to be helpful and useful separates us from an endless swamp of detestable incompetence. Help us all. Make the right choice.

In The News…

Champions Online just went to open beta, which means it’s high time for everyone on the planet to jump in line and trash the patch server. Again. If you’re curious about what this new superhero game has to offer over and above the established City of Heroes, now is your chance. If you’re on Fileplanet or got yourself a preorder code, anyhow. The rest of us scrubs will just have to shiver in the dark outside the fence, staring through the knothole of reports and reviews on the forums. Check it out.

Everything has a video game these days, even Swine Flu. Dutch researchers at the Erasmus Medical Center have thrown together a game that sets players to controlling the growing epidemic. In the real world, Swine Flu boasts nearly 180,000 confirmed cases, and almost 1,500 deaths. You can find the game over at thegreatflu.com. Or, you can take a nilhilistic peek at the other side of the coin and destroy the world in Pandemic. I’ll be betting on Pandemic.

Thanks to a slowly sliding gaming market, consoles may be looking at a price drop over the next few months. Of note, Sony is expected to knock $100 off the sticker of the Playstation 3, which will help bring their dark tombstone in line with this generation’s prices. Beyond the console market, the industry as a whole is suffering. You might want to check the stores for bundled deals and price cuts all the way to Christmas. CNN Money has the story.

The Last Word…

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