So It Begins

Greetings plebs.

 As a follow-up to my previous post and a precedent for what is to come, I'm going to give you all my official review template, rating system and all.


Rating: This is where I will dictate the fate of whatever pitiful medium We have chosen to judge. Ratings will be dished, best to worst, as follows:

• Classic - Whatever the hell gets this rating is freaking awesome and will continue to titillate for many eons to come. Flawless victory, if you will.
• Very Good - Whatever the hell gets this rating is freaking very good and will continue to titillate for, like, half as many eons as any Classic recipient. Pretty sweet, but not worthy of worship in all aspects.
• Good - Whatever the hell gets this rating is freaking decent. It's good, but lacks some finesse. Recipients of the Good rating won't survive the current eon.
• Meh - Whatever the hell gets this rating is like totally like whatever. I don't really care for it and it doesn't anger We. Consider all those things you've experienced and then forgotten. Oh, that's right you don't remember those things.
• No - Whatever the hell gets this rating is a bit on the bad side and worthy of some ridicule. Worthy of a Razzie, worthy of little more.
• Wadafuq - Kill it and everything involved with fire. People end up wishing it had been given a Meh so they could get its horrid nature out of their heads. Satan will gnash upon these recipients for all eternity.

________ Like: Sounds, feels, plays, smells, tastes, looks, ollies, etc. This is where a comparison is made to either previous works or something analogous. Short, sweet, potentially confounding.

{X}: I dee fucking kay what will go here, but if some other bit of information is deemed necessary by We, then it shall be as it has been and is.

Thoughts/ Rant Time: I couldn't write off my fervent rants entirely. This is where I'll give you my two cents and reasoning behind its rating. I will complain and rave, potentially in the same sentence. I will draw conclusions and sling wild accusations as any good King of All Cosmos should. 

 Until next time, peons.

“When art critics get together they talk about 

Form and Structure and Meaning. 

When artists get together they talk about We.”

- Pablo Picasso -

We am.