
Here at NLG we often get sent a lot of weird crap which sits around cluttering up our spacious beach front office. Some of it’s neat, a lot of it is random, and most of it is very much useless.
Most of the time it either sits around, gets claimed by someone, or is dropped off the roof. Rarely is it ever actually talked about.
Until now.
Our fearless editor-in-chief was just e-mailed a press packet regarding a thid-party peripherals developer called Thrustmaster.
Thrustmaster.
Thrustmaster.
Now, that in and of itself is sort of weird and awkward, but kind of funny, like an old white person raising the roof to ‘Who Let the Dogs Out?’ It’s unnecesarry, but the world is no worse off than it was before.
However, our press release is regarding that Thrustmaster is now creating products for the Wii. The frattiest named company in the history of matter has joined forces with the wangiest named console and, frankly, we’ll be damned if we’re going to let an easy joke like that slip by us.
Or so I’m told.
See, working as a videogame “journalist” is not all cocktails with celebrities and bedding Eastern European supermodels. Sometimes, you have to write about an entity that named itself ‘Thrustmaster.’
Okay, so what does the pre release actually say?
“Thrustmaster, the innovative PC and console accessory brand from the Guillemot Corporation, announces the availability of this seasons hottest Wii™ fighting games accessories, the Glow Saber Duo Pack NW…”
So, Thrustmaster has created a sword for you Wii.
It’s like they don’t even care. They’re not even trying. Wave your Thrustmaster sword around while screwing around with your Wii.
Then, I check out the website. It starts off with what sounds like a gigantic drill warming up, followed by guitar solos and techno music. It should be noted that this is EXACTLY what I wanted to see when I pointed my browser to Thrustmaster.com
Granted, I’ve never used any of there accessories. I’d never even heard of the company until I was told about the e-mail. They could be the greatest accessories known to man even eclipsing the first-party peripherals. But I’d never know it, because that would entail having something in my home that says Thrustmaster on it out where just anyone could see it.
Then would begin the awkward conversations, a Q&A cat and mouse game, if you will, as my soon-to-be-former friends tried to ascertain if I was in fact sticking it in my ass.
See what happens with no effort? Thrustmaster didn’t try, so neither am I.