Score: 9
"The reviews are the best part!"
date: September 24, 2007
This was an okay game. I like how this was made. It's not the best game, but it's something to do while you are bored. The gameplay was alright, I'm not too fond of button-mashers, but for what you get, it was pretty funny. I'll definitely play this again. Graphics were pretty good, there was a lot of blood, and being the pyromaniac blood and gore addicted person that I am, I liked all the splashes of wrist blood. It looked somewhat realistic actually, with the size variations, spikes, and all that sort. Pretty funny game. So yeah. Music was pretty good. It was okay and it fit in with the theme of the flash.
Now for the best part. Humor. This flash was pretty funny. Lol-cut those wrists, hurry! you have only 20 seconds! Augh! No. That wasn't it. The even better part was the reviews. All those retarded 12-year-old people who consider themselves emo because they "like" the style, but don't necessarily know what it means to be one. This flash was sort of an exaggeration, of what some "emos" actually do. The people who complain don't really know because they are not real emos.
The real definition is:
"Emo" is not short for "Emotional." "Emo" does not mean Taking Back Sunday and Dashboard Confessional, despite what MTV has lead you to believe in the last few years. "Emo" is not sidebangs, tight pants, and male vocalists who sing like little girls about their failed relationships. "Emo" is not the use of diluted, meaningless metaphors and similes such as "My arms are like pinecones," and most definitely is not the rampant use of words such as "autumn," "heart," "knife," "bleeding," "leaves," and "razorblade."
I just thought I'd clear that up after all of these "definitions" in which I have encountered an unbelievable amount of people who try to pass off their blatantly false pretenses as fact, and are slowly infecting others with their high-horse, holier-than-thou bullshit. Because honestly, with your ridiculous definitions, Beethoven, George Gershwin, and Britney Spears are/was "emo bands."
Now, onto the real definition.
In the early 90s there was a movement in the hardcore genre that came to be known as "Emotive Hardcore," spearheaded by Rites Of Spring. Harder-core-than-thou kids, who swore by Dischord Records a la Minor Threat, actually coined the term "Emo" as something of a put-down for the kids who really liked Rites Of Spring, Indian Summer and this new wave of "Emotive" Hardcore bands. That's right, "Emo" was once not something kids called themselves. The field exploded outwards from there - Level-Plane Records has always been the most famous Emo label. Acts like Yaphet Kotto, I Hate Myself, Saetia, Hot Cross, A Day In Black And White, Funeral Diner, I Would Set Myself On Fire For You, You And I, and hosts of others came in the next decade. Most emo bands have since broken up, but there's still the occasional hold-out (again, the majority of Level-Plane Records' roster has been a procession of emo acts). Like most DIY hardcore/punk of the time, a majority found its way onto vinyl and not much else. Some people consider bands like Fugazi, and later Sunny Day Real Estate, a progression of emo, but personally, I don't quite follow that philosophy.
Often, more recently, this gets intertwined with post-hardcore, and understandably so - that's nothing to make an issue of, since well shit, at least it's close.
Since the late 90s, though, bands have been emerging in the vein of Taking Back Sunday, Dashboard Confessional, and the thousands of their clones. As far as I can tell, some lazy journalist somewhere, writing an article about them, decided "Well, fuck, no one knows what emo is anyways, so I'll call these bands "emo" - sounds more appealing than bubblegum pop rock..." and the spiral continued downwards into the current amalgomation of bands MTV has told everyone is "emo."
-Definition from Urbandictionary.
This is just a stereotype. Don't complain. It's funny.
This isn't the real deal, but since many people think it is, it's funny.