I haven’t really mentioned it yet, but the days of multi-person blogging at GameSpite are over. There’ll still be articles aplenty, but it’s once again up to me to keep the front page interesting using nothing but the powers of my highly-developed mind. Perhaps not coincidentally, traffic has dipped somewhat since everyone else bowed out! There’s no real reason for the change beside the fact that the blogging experiment had run its course, and it seemed to confuse a number of readers when we had a bunch of posts by me with occasional interjections by others. So, this is a simplification of sorts. It’s also a chance for the other writers to focus on things they enjoy more, while I can get back to the proverbial basics… whatever that means.
For starters, I recently experienced the alarming realization that this site is read by an awful lot of people who are newly-drafted and have no idea what a ToastyFrog is. Even though a whole bunch of people still access the site through the toastyfrog.com domain! Something about that just doesn’t seem right. So:
ToastyFrog (real name: Tostifer) is the former mascot of a site created to cash in on the Internet boom. When the Internet imploded at the beginning of the decade and dragged his sponsor down along with it, Toasty never really figured out what to do next. He’s not lazy, and he’s not stupid; he’s just naive, and remarkably unambitious. This could probably be attributed to self-consciousness about the fact that he’s a freakish frog-thing and doesn’t really fit in with the average crowd. He’s surprisingly good-natured despite his acute awareness that he’s a twisted parody of humankind, but he does tend to keep to himself and hasn’t made many friends. He spends most of his time playing and replaying old videogames, since they’re a nearly limitless source of free (if not entirely legal) entertainment. When he does venture out in public, he always wears baggy, hooded sweatshirts that obscure his features enough to cause those around him to assume he’s a kid with an unpleasant skin condition rather than a grotesque abomination of nature.
His ultimate goal in life is to do something awesome, but since he’s not really sure what precisely that would entail he’s content to keep whiling away his time and freeloading off his impressively tolerant “hostess.”