It’s not a well kept secret that I had a brief writing stint at Planet Half-Life. As a matter of fact, it’s sort of how I ended up on Podcast 17. My inconsequential ramblings on the site led the two main co-hosts of the time, William and Phillip, to believe that I was reliable, believable, and responsible. How naive we were in those days.
Simpler times, they were. The podcast was usually just us three, a guy by the name of Thomas who you, rightfully, don’t remember, and sometimes Dave. Dave and I would race to see who could be the most pedantic about the most boring thing possible. Dave would usually win, but I’d sometimes put up a fight.
So, as a writer at Planet Half-Life, I learned a few things. One of which, was that it seems literally no one enjoys what they do anymore. The administrator at the time was working there purely for the paycheck, it seemed. This isn’t to say, he wasn’t great at the job, and wasn’t a fantastic guy. But the work had got to him – having to meditate between juggling what IGN said we could and couldn’t do, and writers who insisted on writing jokes about phalluses and Rip Taylor.
Phillip will never take a dime from a company in return for his word. William might, but Nic would probably rebel before it went on for too long.
And if P17 or Planet Phillip ever go away, the next generation will step in and make sites in their stead, but even better.