You Laugh You Lose – Oh Russia, you slay me!

Welcome to Russia! Click for sauce.

UPDATE: For those of you who enjoyed the Russian bombard of one of their own cities, they’ve only bloody gone and done it again. I have little confidence in Russian naval capabilities any more

Russia. Russia, Russia, Russia. You know, I’m starting to think that Russia cultivates this reputation for doing bat-shit insane things on purpose. You can’t really do some of this shit by accident can you? Unless they’ve gotten so drunk from vodka (another stereotype! Hooray!) that they’ve said a collective “Fuck you!” to their brain cells and now pleasantly inhabit a world of make-believe, fuelled by potato-based spirits.

Now it seems obvious that when what you’re currently seeing is vastly different to what is actually there you should maybe slow down a little, keep things calm for a bit until the hangover comes, but not Russia! No, that’s when Russia starts to party! This means Russia is a great source of insane headlines. Your scores for the day:

Easy Mode: Just read the headlines.

Normal Mode: The first five.

Hard Mode: All of them.

Legendary Mode: All of them, plus get all the way through this video.

In Soviet Russia, lose laughs you – click past the break for links.

You Rage You Lose – Take aim! Glittery twats ahoy!

How did such a small amount of wood pulp cause so much suffering? Click for sauce.

Well, it was only a (short) matter of time before my vengeful gaze rested upon Twilight. This freshly-pulped, personal, author-insertion-filled fan-fiction has all the idiots blabbering about it. Some of these are truly scary people. I present to you a list of attacks upon Twilight-Haters made by so-called “Twihards” (Twitards to their enemies). Frankly I wouldn’t be surprised if the Twihard version of a Fatwā wasn’t enforced by the time all the films have been completed. Yeah, there’s gonna be more of that shit. It hurts, I know.

So, onto the scores:

Easy Mode: Just read the headlines

Normal Mode: Slap on the wrist and Police-worthy categories

Hard Mode: All of them.

Legendary Mode: All of them, plus all of the ones appearing in this list too

After the break, I’ll put in my two pence on a couple of my favourites, so without further adieu: CLICKITY CLICKITY CLACK!

BTW> the link for the “pudding” murder is here

You Laugh You Lose – Let’s Play Tie-Fighter!

For those who don’t know it, Tie-Fighter is a classic game from Lucas Arts, you piloted the titular ship in a series of campaigns set within the Star Wars universe. Let’s Play is something that started in http://www.somethingawful.com forums. Somebody would choose a game to play and play it out in segments, posting video or screenshots of their progress, often calling on the forum goers for advice on what they should do next.

Let’s Play Tie-Fighter takes that and turns it on its head, using MS Paint for the pictures and without the author ever actually picking up the game during the story’s construction. Watch as the madness unfolds.

Scores:

Beginner – End of Chapter 2
Medium – End of Chapter 4
Hard – End of Chapter 6
Legendary – End of the story, inc. epilogues

LINK FOR FUNNIES

Post how far you got before laughing in the comments! Didn’t laugh? Got something funny to say? Post anyway!

And for your first YRYL we have the BNP!

Right, your first true you rage you lose. Some back-story for those not born in Britain (which, by the way, this party would hate). The BNP stands for the British National Party. They are racist fucktards. Your mission is to get through the following interview with three of the hottest BNP supporters without being transported to fits of apoplectic rage.

Easy Mode: End of the first interview

Normal Mode: End of the second

Hard Mode: Whole interview

Legendary Mode: Whole interview + condensed fuckstickery provided below.

RAAAGE!

Time for a test post

Uh… Hello?

ello? lo? o? o?

Quiet here, time for a test post and possibly your first rage, depending on how cranky I’m feeling. So I’ve just got back from a 9-10 hour flight (most of which was spent circling above Heathrow like carrion birds – apt considering BA’s economic condition), have a splitting headache and crippling jetlag and have had to go through the ludicrous circus that is passport control.