I figured people would expect the dentheads to rally and sacrifice their homes and wallets to the Pigroach, but... Well, it wasn't going to happen. The bank leaks were simply never going to go over well. I've said many times over the years that Phil's dentheads are genuinely good, generous dudes who believe his bullshit, suffered from bullying, and think Phil could use their help. Some of these guys got help themselves, and this tends to encourage people into passing it on. People play save the pig: the game to win, and they play it because they feel it's winnable.
Right now, the rules have changed. This is a one-handed Sekiro no damage run, and your one hand is a foot. In most people's heads, begging is for survival, not for success. It's gonna be hard to change this notion. Phil begs for success. People who helped him really wanted him to get his life in order, to cut back on gin n' gacha, to sort things out. Thing is that was never Phil's plan to begin with. Save the pig: The Game just got about 100 times harder. You're not giving him money for him to sort jack shit out, it's all gone as soon as it enters his paypal, so what is even the point? You can't save the pig. It doesn't want saving. It wants more wrasslers.
Back in the good old days of Flexin' Phil, The Most Succesful Beggar In Seattle, at least you got to see how lavishly he lived, how wasteful he was. The khamboes were swift, flawless and beautiful. I need money for my taxes- There is no escort! BOOM, mail order sperg horsebride. And you got to see that. I need money for food- I can't afford groceries! BAM, feasting with the King/DSP Tries it/Fast food and restaurants/Staycations. In showing how succesful he was and how much he could afford to live it up on his begging proceeds, Phil truly owned the trolls, and all the trolls could do was cope and seethe. Or punch the air, if you prefer.
Now it all goes into his not-so-secret super whaled out Champs account, into takeout that he doesn't eat on camera, and into restaurant crawls that he doesn't record. Phil could easily ammend this by bringing back the swaying camera on-site food reviews, streaming WWE Champs straight up, and getting that fat fucking horse to sit down and play some videogames with him. Now that would be some air-punching motivation. But the type of denthead that would donate to Snorthad Bigdick, the badass provocateur who wastes all your money on fast food and gacha, and has a swimsuit mahdel wife-mom-horse and the type of denthead that would donate to Badluck Burnell, poor milquetoast, hardworking, mild-mannered suburban catdad and loving husband-son to Katherine Burnell are simply not the same.
Phil was already circling the drain, but unless he returns to true King of Hate form, he's gonna vanish into obscurity much faster than we anticipated. No one's gonna believe that he's a poorfag who needs desperate help any more when he's just dangerously financially irresponsible. Only the trolls win here: We knew Phil was wasteful and a moron, now it's confirmed, and absolutely everyone who has given him money lately has an unreasonable amount of egg on their face, and must now clean out their dents with extraordinary care. Phil's only hope would be to have them rally to make him into an actual success again, by his measure of success: That means super whaled accounts and fast food piled as far as the eye can see. But he'd have to go public with that, and I sincerely doubt he's got the balls any more.
