Zzzzzz <--- about all I have to say on the topic.
So what if someone hates games more than they like them? Generally, if I hate a certain aspects of a game but like other aspects, I continue to play it. If I really wanted to, I'm sure I could voice my opinions and get a couple thousand fans simply because I have a vagina and claim to play the games that I'm reviewing.
To be completely honest, I have no idea (and really could care less) what this whole flame war between Rebecca and Yahtzee is, or how it started. I just feel really bad for Rebecca because...well, there are lots of reasons. Let's start, shall we?
You chose to fuck with someone who has a larger fan base then probably the amount of views you'll ever get on your pathetic little channel. Now that you've drawn so much attention to yourself, you're going to get a lot of people like me asking you, "And you are....?" Granted, most of the people asking you this probably aren't hostile, and those who are unfortunately have to type callow threats and continuing dreaming that they could punch you in the face, but maybe one day it will happen. Like the cure for cancer or something. At any rate, I feel bad for the people like me who treat Yahtzee like a biblical prophet and listen to all of his lectures and actually took the time to google "who is Rebecca Mayes". I feel even more sorry for the people who actually like this garbage that she calls "music" or those who can count these as "reviews" of the game. Please stop. You're making we rare female gamers look even more incompetent and trophy girl-esqe. It's great if you want to write a review in the form of a song and post it on the internet. You might even find people who actually like you for your "music" rather than just watching that shit you call a review to start at your tits and below average facial features. But for the love of God, do you have to insult the big shots JUST to collect more views and suck we unsuspecting people who didn't ever want to discover you into it? That just isn't fair.
Supposedly you're a saint compared to Yahtzee, or a martyr, or whatever the claim was in that symphony of dying cats in a trash compactor that you call a song is. If you are as you make yourself out to be (which is possible, as you seem like the stereotypical "LOL I AM FEMALE GAMER HAVE TITS PLZ TEACH HOW TO PLAY GAME--OWAIT I'LL REVIEW IT EVEN THOUGH I DON'T KNOW SHIT ABOUT THE MECHANICS") then please, do me a favor, apologize to yahtzee, and stop being a gossipy little 12 year old girl on your twitter. I can't tell how old you are given your face looks like a squished troll, but I would expect you would have a little more maturity given you look older than I do. It's really pathetic. This was like an elementary school girl throwing a love note at the boy she likes and she keeps following him around, saying aloud as loudly as fucking possible with her ANNOYINGLY GIRLISH VOICE, "Ohh, I wonder when he'll read it, I wonder what he'll say, will he respond, will he love me? WILL I GET THE REACTION THAT I WANT?"
Much lover and prayers to Yahtzee, to make it through this difficult time of tossers and women setting feminism and humor back a good six decades.