Once they called it… Usenet.

And in this place, there were titans. Larger than the furry little creatures with AOL addresses, the great lizards held court in their own digital fiefdoms, where lessers were expected to pay tribute to them, lest they become angered and lay waste to the land. Legend spoke of those times, and woe to they who began them again. And, for the most part, there was peace.

But sometimes, one giant lizard would rise up, and assume that because he knew all about, say, how to optimize build a drow to allow it to advance through to the final stages of a tournament, that also meant he knew everything there was to know about, say, the Suez Canal crisis. And in those instances, when one lizard ventured into another’s land armed with only his belief that he himself was always right, and that lizard stood before another lizard who also was armed with a belief that he himself was also always right, the two lizards had no choice… but to do battle.

Except these battles always ended the same way. The mighty lizards would just slap at each other with their tiny little arms and they’d basically look pretty pathetic. And of course neither one of them would ever let it go, so they’d just keep on slapping for weeks, until all the other lizards would be like “Guys, get a room” but you know what? That wouldn’t stop those giant lizards, they’d just keep at it, for as long as possible. And some say those lizards still fight those battles even today.

Of course, no one really knows, because who goes on Usenet now that we’re all essentially evolved version of those furry little animals with the AOL addresses? Maybe one day we’ll go back and find oil or something. All we can say for sure is that Usenet fights were laaaame.

Wear this shirt: if you plan on modifying a Rockem Sockem Robots game to have fighting dinosaurs.

Don’t wear this shirt: for any other reason. Seriously. Somebody get to work on that Rockem Sockem Robots Dinosaur game. And let us know when it’s ready because that would be the best thing EVER for the break room.

This shirt tells the world: “Okay, well, at least my buttbrain’s not as underdeveloped as your buttbrain.”

We call this color: We’re Sorry To Have To Say This, But Dinosaurs Didn’t Actually Have An Extra Brain In Their Butts. Read This For Proof. Hey, Don’t Blame Us, We’re Not The Ones Asphalt Here. If It Were Up To Us, Pluto Would Still Be A Planet, Too.

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