RIP antisocialfatman, you were loved.
antisocialfatman is the YouTube moniker of a (Welsh?) man who made great-quality game reviews. I found him through his review of Half-Life, the game I’m currently struggling through. (Go easy on me, I’m playing it with a trackpad, no mouse.) Basically, I wanted to justify my decision to give up playing, so his review helped me understand what I’ll be missing out on. But more than that, it was a pleasure to watch, and he’s inspired me to write this post.
I don’t know his name, and the people who post “RIP antisocialfatman” on his channel don’t seem to know, either. The most recent epitaph was written just yesterday, even though he seems to have died about three years ago. Their commemoration is as sweet as it is intriguing, but it’s even more interesting that he’s remembered by his funny YouTube identity, not by his real name. What do his loved ones think of that? Even if he coined the name with playful intentions, “antisocialfatman” generally bears a negative connotation, and now it’s written on his digital tombstone.
The Internet is full of real people, not just trolls, who have dozens of accounts under some pretty awful nicknames: cuntdestr0yer, deathtoallbieberfans, and all that jazz. Just imagine being remembered for your online presence under some awful username. People are fragile and finite, but how long will their old usernames linger? In all the years it will take for accounts to be erased and pages shut down, how will your little Internet legacy be preserved?
(As an aside, here is another Half-Life video that I watched. It’s a summary of the game’s story. The narrator is silly, maybe he’ll make you laugh! <3)