Well, well, well, isn’t this a fine how do you do?
It turns out all those people who refuse to admit to listening to Vox Day because sometimes he says mean things about people who want to put their families in gulags are finally starting to listen to Vox Day in earnest, and the world looks brighter and warmer. That could be the morning sun beginning to dawn or it could be the flames of devastation.
I’m good either way.
What the hell are you going on about this time, E. Reagan?
I’m glad you asked, but pace yourself, we’ve got a crooked road to walk to get to the starting point of today’s blogging journey.
Now that I’m a big time mover and shaker in the world of online niche alt-comic reviewing, all my weeb friends been hassling me to give Nick “Skeeta” Rekieta a listen. He’s a lawsplainer on the Youses and the Tubses whose been reporting on all the legal doings and shenanigans in nerd culture for a while now. Sometimes, while mopping out the quarter booths at the adult emporium just off the freeway for spare change, I’ll throw on the headphones and give him a listen – when he isn’t talking about weeb stuff like gay voice actor (but I repeat myself redundantly) drama.
So it was with some sense of God’s favor shining upon me when I randomly discovered this juicy little bit of dish at the 58:00 mark of last nights episode. I was so gobsmacked I nearly dropped my mop!
For those of you who can’t stand the sight of Nick’s nose in profile, allow me to sum up the meaty, juicy, veiny part of the episode for you to deep throat:
Frog God Games, they of the modern-classic and savagely brutal mega-grungeon “Rappan Athuk”, has been under the PoundMeToo gun for years following a Duke Lacrosse style Abigail Williamsing*. Every time they try to work with anybody, the harpies sing their sweet song and the thirsty betamob swarms in to Shut. It. Down. This time the swarmers bit off more than they could chew by going after a deal between FGG and Steve “Yes, That Steve Jackson” Jackson Games.
FGG has been building a Lost Lands supplement to use with L’il Stevie’s Fantasy Trip(ping Balls, yo), and that project earned a cool hundred and fifty large against a Kickstarter goal of merely fifty large. It’s a neat little pitch, and despite my One Ruleset to Rule Them All stylings, it’s a product I might pick up just to mine for ideas for B/X. That kind of success cannot be allowed to stand in these modren days, don’t you know. Alert the flying monkeys! Break out the rhetoric machine and fire up the -ists and -isms and prepare to fire the word “Nazi!” on the PoundMeToo command!
From the Lost Lands Kickstarter. Don’t you wish you had backed?
It looks like FGG was a bridge too far for the Narrativists. FGG looks to follow their predecessors Dicky C. Meyer, Vic Mignognag, and the Supreem Darke Lord his ownself, and (according to the vidya above) are lawyering up to remind the fishmouthed harridans plaguing the RPG swamps that the real world and the internet are actually the same place and all that tortious interference they engaged in to bring about the blessed Rainbow Utopia was still tortious interference subject to the law in these dark, pre-Utopian days. They’ve even hired expert nerd-champions Beard, Bulloch, and The Two Partners I Can’t Remember Esquire to represent them.
Nick specifically fires a shot across the bow of the usual-est of usual suspects by name checking:
- BJ “Rolling Stone” Hensley
- Stacey Dellorfanose
- Jessica “Ironic 70s Cowgirl” Price
- Christopher “Who?” Helton?
Which brings us back to the Real Lesson to be learned here. These people want you dead, your children raped and enslaved, and they think it’s funny. Vox has been telling you blockheads to fight back and make the rubble bounce for years. We know that Ya Boi Jawbreakers listened to him – he quoted the three laws of social justice often enough, and called up the legal team of “Fear the Beard et. al.” in response to Mark “The Human Squeegee” Wade messin’ where he shouldn’ta been a messin’. And now that Zack’s boots are gonna walk all over Waid, Vic gets the message that he should take the PoundMeWeebs to court, and that leads to FFG launching an anti-brigade, who inspires the Dark Lord to go after IndieNoGo, and now the circle is complete. The master has become the master once more.
Ironically, the eleven million dollars that Critical Role managed to fleece from the hobby also proves that we nerds have more money than sense and are easily parted from both. Mayhaps even more blood-sucking lawyers will get the message and start openly courting we aggrieved and put-upon grognards to rally to our defense when the Cat Lady Hordes threaten, on their signal, to unleash SOY!
Hell, we’re gamers for God’s sake. We live for this sort of word combat, rules jiggery, and lawyer pokery. Once the gloves come off, the Fake Gamers don’t stand a chance.
I hope all of you little guys appreciate the way these four Big Damn Heroes are stepping into the breach. The legal fights of The Vox and the Three Little Voxes ain’t cheap, and they ain’t easy. But every time one of these gets launched, it sends a signal to the Fake Nerd mobs and grifters that maybe we aren’t such soft targets after all. They might be able to weaponize the thirst of the typical unlucky in love D&D fans against us, (the success of Satine Phoenix is all the evidence we need for that,) but with each legal notice, they receive word that we are capable of punching back. And every big case like this prevents a dozen trickle-down cases from ever seeing the light of day. The next time you get through a
So support your local edgelord today. And, though I say this though teeth gritted so hard I’m likely to break one of the seven I have left, thank a lawyer for stepping into the breach and defending us from evil.
* For those of who you aren’t well versed in American history, that’s a reference to the first accuser in the Salem Witch trials. The E. Reagan Wright team only LARPs at being a disgusting chowderhead, we’re actually some erudite worksmithing motherfuckers.