Just wanna say that I really enjoy the fact that someone called HasteInTime posted at exactly 21:00:00.

Paul, Dan and I were once dicking around in the Red Dead Friendly Free Roam (no player killing). Just dossing about and that. Making steady progress towards thew big fort in Mexico, but just going at our own pace. We shall call ourselves the Particularly Sarcastic 3. Then some new level 1 player appears on his horse, blasting by at top speed about 30/40 metres away. We shall call that newbie Xbox and the horse 360. Dan immediately withdraws a throwing knife - which we shall call Generation Replacement - and wildly throws it. There was no specific aiming or intent; he just lobbed it in the kids general direction.

It hit the horse right in the head, and the horse stopped dead in its tracks. The newbie went absolutely flying - and I mean smurfing flying - head over heels and crashed into the dirt about 20 metres ahead. It was glorious. And I never expected it to make such a magnificent metaphor for this upcoming generation.