http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZSNyiSetZ8Y

It's true.

free games? for steam? LIES! LIES I TELL YOU!

The Legend of Anonymous

It was, for the fulfillment of cliché, a night whereby the level of light was inversely proportional to the amount of storminess. That is, the lighter it was the less stormy it would be. In this case it was the other end of the scale, i.e. dark and stormy, but I think you get the point.

The Founders, for Steamgifts was but a mere idea at the time, had just finished a conversation regarding the establishment of Steamgifts as a sort of online commune for people who like to give things and a lot of people who like to spam 'thanks' take your game but never contribute back. This was their grand plan and a fine one it was too. A seeming amalgamation of both the free market ideals of unhindered capitalism married to the community and altruistic sacrifice of communism. It was a plan that merged the political spectrum and brought all together as one.

Their house, from a distance appearing as if in an oil painting as the usually crisp outlines were blurred by seeming sheets of driving rain, came to life as a light sprang on in the porch. The gentlemen were preparing to leaving, donning their velvet jackets and tricorner hats and preparing for a fast and furious horse ride (yes, I've made this a period piece, deal with it) back to their respective dwellings.

A rap at the door, however, interrupted their civilised goodbyes.

"Fie! 'Tis just the wind! Pay it no heed."

But it was no wind. Like a post-death 2Pac, despite all expectations the door kept rapping, and a faint cackle, growing in volume and threat was heard from the other side.

"I am Anonymous, I am legion...Oh, no wait, shit that's my other job...Sorry, I'll start again. I am Anonymous, and I see a problem in your plan!" Spoke the mysterious voice.

This intrigued the founders, keen to know quite who this person was, why he was rapping at the door and what the problem was. They gingerly (though without red hair) opened the door, and there, stood at the threshold was an abomination. It had no face, its body was crooked and bent and its feet not only seemed fused, but were entirely detached from the single leg. Basically it was a walking, talking, creepy question mark.

"Argh!" was said, by who I don't know, I don't know the names of the founders of this site. You may have noticed I was basically skipping around that fact but I may as well be brutally honest I did not put the necessary research into this piece. Do I look like a historical novel writer? No, I make up wildly absurd, irreverent, irrelevant nonsense. Anyway, someone was shocked and so would you damn well be if a talking question mark knocked on your door.

"Speak, creature," said another one of the founders, "tell us what you wish of us?"

"I wish only that your system works, and runs smoothly." Came the reply.

"But, how? What in our plan is wrong?"

"You live in a world of avarice and deceit. A world of leechers, scammers, spammers, liars, sinners and double crossers. I cannot blame you, nor can I blame your nature. For a human's nature is not greed but community and sharing. But, you have been taught, over many years to seek ultimate advantage for yourself and forsaking all others' needs, despite the fact that scientific evidence backs up altruistic, forgiving behaviours as being most profitable often to the individual but always to the species as a whole...Stupid, irrational beasts you humans."

"So what do you propose, Anonymous?"

"Give me all the gifts." Anonymous replied.

"But how do we know we can trust you?" A founder asked.

"Erm...Look at me!? I'm a bloody walking, talking punctuation character! I don't exactly blend in, if I deceive you, you will not exactly have a hard time finding me, will you?"

"Hmm...S'pose not. So, what are you going to do with all the giveaways?"

"I shall be your trusty middleman. Like a punctuation Santa Clause I shall accept all gifts on a temporary basis before distributing them to the correct person/persons. Only upon correct receipt of an item will I allow the true recipient to receive the credit."

The Founders pondered long and hard, and chatted through the night with Anonymous. Whiskey was had, and smiles glowed on the faces of all involved as they realised this was a trustworthy being sent to do them good. They agreed there and then that Anonymous should be the middleman for all giveaways, and it is he who guards and protects you from the shame of identification in the event of people not sending your gifts or sending you the wrong gift or basically being a bit of a scammer.

And so it is that, every now and then, around the time someone starts a thread asking why they never win after ten entries to giveaways in which they have a .000025 chance to win, that we get together in threads on Steamgifts' forums and have a banquet and remember the first meeting of the Founders and Anonymous. We give thanks for all the good Anonymous does us in protecting our identities before a giveaway is truly concluded, and we celebrate by drawing questions marks upon our bodies and dancing while drunk.

Now, son, it's time for sleep...

tl;dr - I don't know...

He can do what he wants. He is that good. No rules apply to him. HAX

cg sell me the games that people give

"less people" haha xD