According to Dr. George Gallup's 1956 Pocket Almanac of
Facts, "Germany, Federal Republic of" has a population of 47,695,672, and its
main exports are pig iron and yarn.
That's the latest solid piece of information I can find about Germany.
Though there was a brief "Germany craze" during the 30s and 40s - thanks
to Adolf Hitler's rise to power and the massive jet-fueled knuckle sandwich we
subsequently dealt him - once the Nazis were gone, people lost interest pretty quickly.
What's Germany like today? Do its tiny, chattering brown natives still make a
lot of yarn? Nobody knows. But, luckily, nobody cares. Without Nazis,
Germany has absolutely no export that might possibly be of interest to anyone.
The one piece of news that did emerge from Germany back in the late
nineties is that, evidently, the German government has forbidden the use of Nazis in
games. It's tough to decide what's worse: being the country that invented and then decided
to actually try out Naziism, or being the country that prohibited the best video game
villains ever. It's a tie, I guess.
I wish we lived in a world where all games were required
to include Nazis. Though, now that I think about it, I'm describing a world where
Germany won World War 2, such as the one portrayed in every novel, play, tv show, and
movie about time travel. So let me qualify that: I want to live in a country
that prohibits games that feature any type of enemy other than Nazis. Soldiers,
robots, dogs - anything goes as long as they're Nazis or, in the case of dogs,
German Shepherds. And this is exactly the type of harebrained law a few hundred
thousand dollars can buy you in Charles Taylor's Liberia. So it's not just a crazy
dream. If we take up a collection, we could probably get this legislation passed and
still have enough left over to save Something Awful during its next Fred Sanford-esque
"big one".
The law will also state that any game featuring Nazis - which is every
game in my proposed Israel for gamers, Liberia - should have Hitler as the final boss.
Because, seriously, making a game about Nazis and not having you somehow fight
Hitler - whether he lives in a robot suit or flys around in a jet or maybe he's an armored
dracula now or whatever - is retarded. If a game doesn't let you fight some form of
Hitler - for instance, a giant Hitler - then that game will receive a warning sticker, in
much the same way that the U.S. Goverment currently requires awful games to display on
their box the universally understood symbol for unnacceptable quality, "Anne
McCaffrey's".
With that out of the way, here's a picture of Return To Castle
Wolfenstein's final boss and a nice painting of Hitler and a promotional photo of the best
reason for a strictly religious mother to let her kids get Halloween out of their systems
early, Rob Zombie:
Now, I'm not a big man. In fact, I'm a small man attached to a big
man's penis. But small as I am, even I'm not afraid of Rob Zombie. I guess
someone over at Gray Matter confused being dirty with being scary. Believe me,
dreadlocks and a sleestack helmet don't make you the Predator. |
