Rrrrgh...
Okay. I reluctantly tolerate the banner ads etc all over my internet browsing. (Before you give me 'helpful' advice, no, I'm not switching browsers, yes this applies also to, say, the Uni computers that I cannot switch things on, and yes, this is a rant, so it's far more to vent than to go looking for advice.)
Thing is, one of them keeps following me. What, did these people really splurge it up in advertising recently?
The one I'm talking about? Evony. Some supposed fantasy game. I don't want to 'play unnoticeably on my browser', and I doubt it's very discreet given how noticeable the bloody ads are.
No, I won't "Start your journey now, my lord", because I am not a fucking 'lord'! I do not need my ads to be full of digital blonde tarts lolling around with loads of bloody cleavage everywhere!
The earlier ads for it really pissed me off. Rescue the queen, oh right... hey, if she's a queen, why's she dressing so bloody skanky?
Kneeling all submissive with a sword pointed at her (phallic imagery ahoy) with her boobs hanging out all over the place. Give me a godsdamned break. That's not a queen; if we're going to go all medieval fantasy era, I'm more inclined to suspect she's a whore from a brothel just good enough to afford silk dresses to look pretty for the rich men. Pfeh.
The imvu ads are crappy too. Bloody freaky animated gothgirl women being all weird on the screen. They are scary-looking. Just far enough from humanish to make you shudder. They are like DOLLS. Evil evil dolls that COME ALIVE and rip your fucking head off. Yeah, very gaaaawth. Sexaaay. Freaky crap.
The ads are designed for men. Not being male, it leaves me just a bit unimpressed. Of course, the ones for women would be worse. Holy shit, can you imagine the patronising stuff they'd put up? Hell, they have done before. Yeah, because we loooove our pink. We love our frigging relationship advice and cutesypoo freaky babies and nauseating sparkly crap. Also, the only scents that emanate from our dainty bodies are those of flowers and sugary sweetness, to go with the giant fucking rainbows of love and joy we routinely spill from every orifice.
It is time for a change. Time for a revolution. We shall be united as one. The advertisements shall appeal to all, in a display of eternal unity over the one thing that may lure both sexes to games, the one thing we have in common: killing things.
We shall tread severed My Little Pony limbs underfoot, and wade in blood as one. It will be glorious.
Thing is, one of them keeps following me. What, did these people really splurge it up in advertising recently?
The one I'm talking about? Evony. Some supposed fantasy game. I don't want to 'play unnoticeably on my browser', and I doubt it's very discreet given how noticeable the bloody ads are.
No, I won't "Start your journey now, my lord", because I am not a fucking 'lord'! I do not need my ads to be full of digital blonde tarts lolling around with loads of bloody cleavage everywhere!
The earlier ads for it really pissed me off. Rescue the queen, oh right... hey, if she's a queen, why's she dressing so bloody skanky?
Kneeling all submissive with a sword pointed at her (phallic imagery ahoy) with her boobs hanging out all over the place. Give me a godsdamned break. That's not a queen; if we're going to go all medieval fantasy era, I'm more inclined to suspect she's a whore from a brothel just good enough to afford silk dresses to look pretty for the rich men. Pfeh.
The imvu ads are crappy too. Bloody freaky animated gothgirl women being all weird on the screen. They are scary-looking. Just far enough from humanish to make you shudder. They are like DOLLS. Evil evil dolls that COME ALIVE and rip your fucking head off. Yeah, very gaaaawth. Sexaaay. Freaky crap.
The ads are designed for men. Not being male, it leaves me just a bit unimpressed. Of course, the ones for women would be worse. Holy shit, can you imagine the patronising stuff they'd put up? Hell, they have done before. Yeah, because we loooove our pink. We love our frigging relationship advice and cutesypoo freaky babies and nauseating sparkly crap. Also, the only scents that emanate from our dainty bodies are those of flowers and sugary sweetness, to go with the giant fucking rainbows of love and joy we routinely spill from every orifice.
It is time for a change. Time for a revolution. We shall be united as one. The advertisements shall appeal to all, in a display of eternal unity over the one thing that may lure both sexes to games, the one thing we have in common: killing things.
We shall tread severed My Little Pony limbs underfoot, and wade in blood as one. It will be glorious.