Dave: We sure do hate ripoffs over here at 1UP.com.
Zack: Oh, come on, anybody could have thought up that outfit. It's not like it's a unique idea.
Dave: But, like, the whole outfit seems to be formatted exactly the same.
Zack: That's just a coincidence. How many different ways could it really be formatted once you have the same core idea - which is very common. For the outfit.
Dave: Well, we can give the dude the benefit of the doubt and assume he's never even seen the earlier one. Still, we should grant that one outfit is definitely a super shitty version of the other one.
Zack: Agreed. Once you've seen the other version you would have to be a dirty idiot to accept this clearly inferior substitute.
Dave: Yeah, one of these outfits was definitely shit out by a couple of hacks. The other one is a thing of genuine genius, beloved by the seven or eight people who still remember it.
Zack: U mad?
Dave: Not sure if serious...
Your lair. Maybe you lure victims to it, maybe you hide in it between killings, or maybe you haunt it 24/7 because you’re tragically confined by a curse. Whatever the situation, for most of us monsters, a living/un-living space is an important part of our identities. In this column, Monstergeddon award winners share their lair tips and techniques!
Works great on my child, who hasn't barked at all for as long as she's worn the apparatus. When she turns three, we will remove it for a trial period.
The famed gonzo otaku journalist writes about the death of gaming culture in 2014.
Try not to break your console while I try not to break my cyber brain.
Fashion SWAT... the fashion industry is obsessed with impracticality. We know that what designers create was never meant to be worn by the grimy masses, but that doesn't somehow diminish how ridiculous many of these costumes are. Make no mistake, they are costumes, and like a Halloween prize pageant we will turn our discerning gaze on the grievous fashion misfires of Paris, Milan, and New York. We're not pulling any punches, and we're definitely not interested in making any friends. We're Joan Rivers without Melissa Rivers to temper our screeching. We're the Fashion Police in jack boots. We are Fashion SWAT.