And inflicting high grades from magazines is a part of that kind of advertisment. Gaming journalism, when it comes to magazines, is now mostly in shambles. Portals like Gamespot and IGN also like to have their hands smeared with some salad. It puts a shame on modern journalism, because it shows that opinions can be shaped by journalists and reviewers that are shaped, because of "
motivation" from black corp. suits. Reviewers have limited field for giving their personal opinions about hot game titles, like CoD, f.ex.
Polish biggest gaming magazine is CD-Action and one of their former reviewers quit and wrote an essay about the pressure from above on the company. It forced a major shitstorm over the polish web and for a peroid of few months sales of the magazine dropped. But it was just temporary.
And I see lot's of kids reading gaming magazines. At least they read something. I mean, girls have this girly mags about fashion, pop-music, cosmetics, how to get hot and older boyfriend(
no joke here, one mag had an article, albeit not direct, but it was about how to seduce a guy 17+ age old, with money. Mind you, the mag is targeted at 10-14 years old - unoficially, of course) and stuff like that. What's left for the boys? Sports magazines and gaming magazines. Not every kid is interested in sports, but every kid is interested in games.
Thus, it's simmilar to the toy buisness. Sell b/s to the kids, and kids go baaaaw to their old folks to buy them a game they want. And parents nowdays... well, I belive you can tell what are parents these days.
God dammit, I totally belive in corporal punishment for arrogant and spoiled kids. As your example showed(
about halo and kids droppin' out) it would work for their own good, so they woulnd't suck in future. Also, that example kind of explains why middle school girls try to pick older guys at the malls. Seriously. I was going around in one, picking some winter coats during normal school hours and girl, about 14 or so, though with heavy makeup came by and asked me if I'd buy her some jeans(
quite expensive for my tastes) for a b-job.
I told her that for the price of that jeans alone I could get three godly b.j,'s from a pro and told her to go to school. I was called a dick, and she left me alone.
Seriously.
Kid's Aren't Alright.