When we thought up the categories for the RR Awards 2005, we had a go at guessing what/who would probably be nominated and voted for. When we came to this one, it made us pause. Then it made us ponder. Then it made us put serious thought into who could be possibly nominated as the most promising journalist of the last year.
Not a single person came to mind.
After the votes were counted, we didn’t find a single nomination for a promising, competent, or even mildly useful journalist. Several voters went so far as to specify that no-one should take the award.
This, readers, is the games industry of the present and, probably, the future. Not a single new fucking writer has shown as much as a flicker of hope, not enough to get any of their colleagues or readers to nominate them at least. The people who’ll be writing the shit you pay for over the year to come have all either been named already in the Official Top 10 “Celebrity” Games Journalists, or are faceless, personality-free, anonymous, talentless cunts.
Maybe Matt Martin had a point (one that was totally lost amongst him attacking the wrong people for the wrong reasons) in his fucking awful article about rekindling the passion in games journalism, or maybe all the decent writers just can’t be fucked with the shit pay offered to review games, or hate all the dodgy dealing.
The journalistic framework surrounding an industry worth more than music and films is broken.
That makes us sad, because it’s wrong. We're losing.