If you consider yourself a gamer and haven't yet followed of the saga of iTzLuPo - or is it the ballad of iTzLuPo?.  Meh, doesn't matter.  Anyway, you owe it to yourself to hear the story, which was summed up perfectly (as usual) by the guys at Penny Arcade.  Unfortunately, those late to the party have missed out on some of the better parts, now that his YouTube and Twitter accounts are no longer around.

Anyone remotely familiar with the Xbox Live community knows how bad things can get.  The irony of it all is that people pay upwards of $50 a year for this "privilege."  After trying a gold account for a year I decided it wasn't worth it and didn't renew.  People can bitch all they want about the lack of headset users on PlayStation.  I wouldn't have it any other way.  Most of time, I'll only turn mine on when I'm playing with friends and family (MAG being the rare exception, out of necessity, and even that game will occasionally test my patience).  It isn't because I'm not a social person.  I mean, I'm not, but that's beside the point.  It's just that the people who have headsets on are usually the ones I have zero interest in talking to.  And even if I did, I wouldn't be able to get a word in edgewise because most of them won't shut the hell up, be it their constant questioning of other people's decisions, making assumptions about one's sexual preferences or simply comparing their teammates to various parts of the human anatomy. 

So forgive me if I feel no pity for iTzLuPo, despite the fact that most of the retaliation comes from people who are confusing him with the guy that's actually doing the antagonizing in that video (who got off pretty lucky, from the looks of things).  I can't even feel bad that someone might have twittered his real name, address, his phone number, and the names of his parents.  For this whole social networking thing to last, people need to realize that anonymity is an illusion and inappropriate behavior has its consequences, even in cyberspace.  What happened to this kid was akin to those corpses hanging outside of Port Royal that you see at the beginning of Pirates of the Caribbean.  Douchebags, ye be warned...