"Okay,
I've been very, very good lately. I haven't made any gay jokes or put
down Xero at all for playing DDR, even when he hosted a tournament and
spent at least one day every weekend (in addition to every Tuesday night)
for the last month or so travelling to arcades and other tournaments to
play a mediocre game with children and teenagers. I need some sort of
outlet for all of this, because Xero gets too pissy when I do poke fun
at him, so I need to keep my comments to myself from now on. This rant
is meant for entertainment use only, and serves as an outlet for my frustrations
with being around people who are obsessed with this game. It's nothing
personal, and I'd like to say in advance that I make no assumptions about
anyone's sexual orientation, mental state, or station in life, including
Xero. However, if you like DDR, this will offend you. If you're
like me, and the magic is gone for you, sit back and enjoy." |
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Ahh, DDR...what better way to spend your weekend
than hanging out with fanboys, fag-hags, teenagers, and fat ugly women
trying to dance around like the lame white people they are on a 6-inch
thick slab of stainless steel to shitty disco remixes done by even shittier
Japanese and Korean pop groups (while sufferring through epileptic seizures
caused by piss-poor graphics and scrolling background clip art). And
what is the point, you ask? ...To unlock even more shitty disco remixes,
get very sweaty and dirty, and gain the affection of dozens of gay,
flaming men. With so many positives, it's hard to imagine any negatives
to playing DDR, right? Well, you're wrong....DEAD wrong.
Studies
have shown that not only is DDR hazardous to your waistline, it
also depletes the body of very necessary fluids which it requires to
function properly. Due to this loss of fluid, brain function may also
suffer, forcing the player into a delerious state, wherein the subject
begins to believe that what they are doing no longer looks lame (like
flailing the soaking wet carcass of a dead cat while wearing your mother's
sunday dress) but that it actually looks cool...REALLY COOL. Unfortunately,
because this delerious state is a highly contagious mental disease,
all people standing within range of the glow from the video gaming unit
also become enfeebled, and wackiness can - and will - ensue. This can
include paying for other people's video gaming habit for the simple
pleasure of not being the only person looking like a fool on the video
game, posting on internet forums under the name DDRgivesmeanalpleasure1993,
and of course homosexual undertones. It has also been recorded that
many injuries have taken place due to the rigid metal that the machine
is built on, resulting in 936 injuries, 27 hospitalizations, 14 deaths,
and 79 anal rapings in the last year.
Who
could be a victim? There are many symptoms that can be related to
being a DDR freak. The first thing to look for when trying to decide
if your friend is a DDR freak is if they are disappearring for long
periods of time to visit what some of us call a 'cruising arcade'. DDR
freaks tend to spend many hours pumping their hard-earned money into
the dancing game rather than buying things like books, clothing, food,
and hygiene products. The second, sometimes more obvious symptom, is
a sudden attraction in underage girls and boys. This might be initially
displayed in the form of jokes and goofing around, but you should take
this as a serious warning of things to come. Finally, before all hope
is lost the last sign of DDR freakdom you should look for is involuntary
foot movements and choreography set to techno music where no DDR video
game is present. This is truly a sad, sad sight. The point of no return
occurs when the subject decides on a career in fashion, theater, or
marketing.
What
can be done? Many different techniques have been tested, such as
poking fun at these freaks for attracting more homosexuals than members
of the opposite sex, laughing at them for spending their last $20 on
a weekend of dance-tournament fiasco, and calling them out for being
pathetic losers who hang out with kids and play dancing games. Unfortunately,
all these techniques have failed miserably, and only one solution has
seemed feasable at this stage...to ignore it until the fad dies. Unfortunately
(or fortunately, take your pick), arcades are becoming more and more
scarce, and as soon as Japan and Korea stop pumping out these lame video
machines of death and sexual confusion, they will start to get old (studies
show that they already are) and kids will eventually lose interest.
Fortunately, there is already a substitute for DDR, as the kids will
come to learn, and hopefully DJ Xero will use those Exstacy-stuffed
hormone-pumping raves to his advantage and finally do something professional
with his music instead of dancing his life away in steaming hot arcades.
In closing, America doesn't need another Dance Dance Revolution, we
already suffered through one, and it was called "the 70's".
And it sucked bad enough the first time.
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