McLennan and Sartin's Review of F.A.T.A.L.

As You Know, F.A.T.A.L. is known as the worst tabletop game ever written.

The story goes that author Byron Hall, along with his "contributors" Torturon, Burnout and Psychotic Messanger of Doom, trolled the forums at RPGnet, causing the community there to request a review as negative and abrasive as reviews can get. The result is an MST of the game's sourcebook, in which Darren McLennan and Jason Sartin savage FATAL, its creators, and its fans.

The McLennan/Sartin review can be found here. Hall and Burnout posted a rebuttal to the review, found here.

''"McLennan: You will never, ever find a female character in this game who isn't a prostitute and/or proclaimed slut, because that's the only kind of women that exist in these dipshits' imagination."  "McLennan: Also, for x=(c)(number of words in review)*ycc+kill me you fucks kill me." '' "McLennan: (STOP PUTTING IMAGES IN MY HEAD THAT I CAN'T GET OUT LATER EXCEPT WITH A BULLET.)"
 * All Women Are Lustful: As pointed out by McLennan:
 * Applied Mathematics:
 * Brain Bleach:

''"Sartin: Meanwhile, the Skin Color roll runs the gamut from deathly pale to merely tan. No brown or dark or anything, though. Further evidence that FATAL is a white boy's club."  "Sartin: Yes, people, this is what passes for "research" and "historical accuracy" in FATAL." ''
 * But Not Too Black:
 * Did Not Do the Research:
 * After finding that every aspect relating to prostitution is sourced by one book, Sartin looks into it and discovers that said book only covers prostitution in Southern France of the 1400s. He promptly calls out the game for extrapolating the culture of one time and place into an entire world.
 * Sadly, Sartin also falls to this trope once in the review, when he claims that it's impossible for a non-erect nipple to have no length whatsoever. In fact, there's a minor medical condition in which a person's nipples, while not erect, retract into the body. Still, you can't fault him for not wanting to examine every aspect of this "game" too closely.

''"McLennan: I hate the author. I really fucking do."  "McLennan: FATAL was written for FATALites, not you or me or anyone else whose IQ doesn't begin with a decimal point."  "Sartin: So, basically, saying that this game should be burned is an insult to fire." '' "McLennan: Just to pick up, I was feeling guilty about how hard I was being on them. Now I want them fed to rats. For this: [description of Armor of Jewy Jewbacca] Big fucking rats, while we're on the subject. [description of Armor of Nigrous Nincompoopery] Rats with the bubonic plague. [description of Armor of Gookums] And I want them fed feet-first. [description of Armor of Greasians] Then I want those rats fed to some other rats."
 * Don't Try This At Home: Sartin helpfully informs the audience that they are professionals, and that you should not try projectile-vomiting blood at home.
 * Dumb Muscle: McLennan finds that "retard strength" is a thing in this game; one formula calculates the odds of getting a burst of strength, and the odds are inversely proportional to Intelligence.
 * Fetish Retardant: The reviewers are extremely turned off by the contents of this game.
 * Improbably Low IQ:
 * Insult to Rocks: The self-advertised "best line of the review":
 * Overly Long Gag: When McLennan reaches the section on magical items that turn the wearer into various, extremely hateful ethnic stereotypes:

"McLennan: Good for them, because I was just thinking "Wow, this game is complete shit and its authors are complete shit, but I wanted a soupçon of homophobia to go along with it."
 * Queer People Are Funny: Defied. McLennan is decidedly not amused when he discovers that the lowest possible rating for Vocal Charisma is "gay".

"McLennan: [A]nd, for an extra kicker, the authors got the difference between a brazier and a brassiere confused, so that we have braziers of flattening, droopiness, staring and so forth. Idiots."
 * Rape Is a Special Kind of Evil: A view taken up by both McLennan and Sartin. They are utterly repulsed by the fact that the game so gleefully glorifies rape; even more so when its creators justify this stance with grossly misinterpreted research sources and statistics.
 * Rouge Angles of Satin:

"By the way, did I mention that this book is 900 pages long? 'Cause I'm going to be bringing it up as this review progresses. A lot."
 * Running Gag: Subverted. A running gag is set up with these lines...


 * ...but the book's length is only vaguely alluded to from that point on.


 * So Bad It's Horrible: The agreed upon consensus.
 * Suckiness Is Painful: As the reviewers demonstrate throughout.
 * Take That: Copious amounts, dished out at the creators and any fans of the game.