Inactive Shmorky / David Kelly / Daisy Kay / Sandypants / Peaches the Puppy & Ex-Fiance Amanda "Mandy" Mullen - Something Awful throwaway, pedophile sexual predator, abusive tranny schizo chaser; batshit crazy ex-fiancée

@Mandarys_Milan will you become @Null's girlfriend and pay for all his everything? We love Null and he's a great guy but he basically can't turn a dollar and needs a strong musclebound woman to keep him in his place. Also if money gets tight and you have to make him give blowjobs for rent none of us would really care.

@Null has already been giving blowjobs to pay for the farms servers for years. Why do you think we never get taken down despite being a highly illegal cyberbullying site?
 
This broad keeps mentioning how good looking Shmorky is. How can we be expected to believe anything she says at all?
Different strokes for different folks I guess, but let's see. Hey @Mandarys_Milan do you have any better Shmorky pics? You said that he's over six feet but in all his pictures he kinda looks like a twink.
 
That honestly sounds like horseshit. You seem like the type that cries wolf, or more appropriately the girl who cries Shmorky . The two of you seem made for each other. And to be fair, I'm pretty sure YOU abused him as well. You should post more nudes of him, it makes you out to be a huge hypocritical abusive spastic.
What did she allegedly do to Shmorky?
 
NO NO NO.
WHAT DO YOU
WANT FROM ME?

Yeah. People with Schizoid disorders go Schizoid when they're prevented from taking medication. Whoda thunk?

I'm having a hard time believing that the answer to the Jewish question is going to be revealed by Jesus at Angkor Wat.

I hallucinated that, yes. I'm not going to Cambodia for that, obviously. I'm going there to start a new life in a great place.
This was a bad thread to catch up with during breakfast.

I'm also really curious about the toilet paper. What's the deal with that?

He used it a lot to adjust/blend his makeup, which couldn't be done because it was 5 shades different from his skin anyway so he always walked around with this overly orange face. He was more obsessed with the status of his makeup than most teenage girls I know, to the point of going out of his way to get creams to close the sweat pours on his face so it wouldn't smear. He would take at least an hour or more getting ready in the bathroom to go anywhere, and I was very tempted at points to just yell "if you want to be a woman can you just be a woman instead of an appearance obsessed teenage girl!" And oh my god did he use so much toilet paper. He left a trail of it around the house wherever he went and I would follow behind him picking it up because he never picked up after himself. He never cleaned, ever. I would do all the cleaning and chores in the house and he would yell at me if it wasn't done right. I told him many times if you don't like the way I do it, do it yourself. Unfortunately, that never worked.

I've read through this whole thread, but sometimes I'm a forgetful kiwi, so forgive me if this has been answered.

You said you two met two years ago. That's not very long ago considering you had to meet, decide you liked him enough to move across the US with him, get engaged, get unengaged, and wind up on kiwi talkin shit.

I'm curious about the timeline, and how you guys met.

What were the circumstances under which you met? Any cute romance stories that got your heart a thumpin?

What caused you to move across the US with this guy?

Why was he so into living in bum fuck Spokane?

What did a normal day look like for you two, and what were some fun things you did together?

You mentioned he likely did meth and often spent money on things without telling you where it went. Do you think he could be an addict of sorts?

What were his reasons for being vegan?

Did you ever tell him you didn't enjoy his blatant degeneracy, and if so, how did he respond?

What was the sweetest thing he ever did for you?

Why didn't he have a license?

Sorry for all the questions. Shmorks here really intrigues me.

PS don't pay attention to idiots like @Squealer. He's just got some sand in his vagina and probably a boner for some good ol klurf porn. We generally just down vote weens like that into oblivion and staff members kick 'em out.

When I met Shmorky I was actually dealing with the aftermath from my last episode. I had lost everything and had to move back to New Jersey from Phoenix, Arizona after having another stint with an involuntary hold. I was really depressed and was drinking heavily. I found Shmorky through gaming garbage and had messaged him to tell him I liked his voice. To my surprise he actually responded. Then we started messaging regularly. I got really drunk one night and messaged him and we wound up having this really deep conversation and he told me he liked me. We messaged for a few months and he mentioned he had a spare room in his house so I should live with him. I wasn't doing much else at the time and figured it would be fun. I live a nomadic lifestyle and had never lived in the Midwest before so I was looking for a new experience. Plus I liked Shmorky a lot. We were into a lot of the same things. He was like 'just come to Missouri, we'll play some Sega Saturn, have a few laughs, you'll like living here. That's how I wound up moving in with him.

Why he was so living into bumfuck Spokane I'm not sure. I kept saying he'd probably like it better near Seattle or Olympia but he was adamant about Spokane. Not long after he moved there a neighbor told me he was hanging around with a group of people who did a lot of meth. Spokane is notorious for its meth problem. I'm guessing he knew that and that's why he wanted so bad to move there. When we moved to Spokane that's when his lying about money/pilfering money from me got really bad and his attitude really changed for the worse. Even the neighbors asked me if I was ok because they would overhear him screaming at me and being nasty.

A normal day for us before things got really bad was nice. We both had a love of retro games and we would kick back and play some Atari Jaguar, N64 or 3DO or something. We loved bad B movies and would laugh at them/make fun of them. We went antiquing A LOT, we were avid antiquers and spent a lot of days just going from antique shop to antique shop, hence why our home was filled with CRT TVs and old furniture. We were big on exercise, we powerwalked around the neighborhood or he would walk and I would rollerblade, or take turns using the stationary bike he had. When we lived in Missouri we had a skate park right down the street so I would rollerblade there while Shmorky fooled around and rolled down the ramps. We drove into Kansas a lot to hit up the Asian food marts and TONS of bakeries since Shmorky loved sweets so much. We lived like old people, but that was just our pace and how we liked things. Old people who played obscure old video games. There were a lot of times when we would be playing Mario Party or something while Shmork just sat there casually in a diaper. It was just something I got used to. I know he never shit in the diapers, but as for if he pissed in them, I'm guessing he did.

His reasons for being vegan was MEAT IS MURDEEERRR!!! He didn't like the idea of animals being killed. I told him the way I saw it was they're going to kill the animals anyway so if you don't eat the meat it's just a waste, then he would tell me that pigs could play videogames so if you ate pork you were basically eating a semi-intelligent life form. He introduced me to some vegan food that was pretty good, but I never gave up eating meat.

I told him a few times that there were more important things in life than Tumblr nonsense, and he would fly off the handle saying just because there were bigger problems didn't mean we should look over things like GamerGate, Microaggressions, Trans issues and the like. One time he was laying into me and I just broke down crying and told him I couldn't stand the way he made me feel like an idiot and get on my ass for every little thing, make me feel horrible about my memory issues. He did apologize and I could tell he really meant it, he didn't really change anything though. The worst were when all his troon friends on facebook (he had practically no cis friends) would gang up on me for something I said and then go and tell him like he was my parent or something and he'd come in and yell at me. That really got to me. His troon friends were such snot nosed, self-important fucks. It was really telling where Shmork developed a lot of his attitude from. We met up with a few of them at a convention and I tried to introduce myself and they legit just talked right over me and bragged about all the sweet, sweet, Patreon bucks they were getting. Much like Shmorky, I would try to get a word in and they would just interrupt. It was worse than hanging out with my parents and their rich, yuppie friends. All they talked about was themselves and their money.

The sweetest thing Shmork did? He did a lot of sweet things. I loved when he would carry me around and do dead lifts using me as a weight. He was really strong. He would actually draw me nice pictures that weren't just klurf porn. He proposed to me with a really nice ring. He knew I liked Sapphires instead of diamonds and it really touched me that he remembered that. He told me he wanted to start a Let's Play series with me. We never got around to it but it meant a lot to me to be included in something like that. We would have date nights where we went to see a movie or go out to dinner and just be a normal guy/girl couple. That's when things were best, when he was just being himself. Being a normal guy without trying to be a gendless ephemeral faeriekin whatever. I think that's the Shmorky that Lowtax knew in the past. Normal guy Shmorky, or well, just Dave. Shmorky was kind of two people like that. There was Shmorky and there was Dave. Dave was just a normal guy who liked to work out and show off how he could carry his girl around on one arm and be charming, funny, and talented. Dave was a guy who did sweet things and didn't take the world too seriously. Shmorky was a moody, insecure, petty, narcissistic, misanthrope.

Shmorky/Dave did have a license. But he had gone about 8 years without driving and thought he had forgotten how. I retaught him how to drive, which was ultimately a mistake because he monopolized my car completely after that, and would NEVER let me drive.
 
This broad keeps mentioning how good looking Shmorky is. How can we be expected to believe anything she says at all?

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and I have unusual tastes. Also, he does look very normal without makeup on.

Different strokes for different folks I guess, but let's see. Hey @Mandarys_Milan do you have any better Shmorky pics? You said that he's over six feet but in all his pictures he kinda looks like a twink.

It was very difficult getting a picture of Shmorky because of his aversion to cameras. Somewhere I have a picture of me and him standing together where you can see how big he is compared to me (I'm 5' 1"). I'm very short so most people are tall to me, and he told me he was 6 foot or just an inch shy of that. I'll check my old computer and see what I can find. If you want pictures of him, his facebook is unrestricted. The name he uses on there is Daisy Kay.

Is it too much for me to dream of Shmorky coming here too?

Most likely. He might read this thread but he would never come here personally and respond to anything. He does not have a thick skin and rarely acknowledges hate by anything other than passive-aggressive tweets. So you'll know he read this thread if you see him whine on Twitter!

Bitches love tall guys. That's all.

This is true.

How did you react to or handle Shmorky doing things like pissing himself?

I probably made a really, really weird face. Then I just stammered "I can't believe you did that." I didn't know what else to say. You just kind of freeze up in a situation like that.

You know that the "Jesus told me to go to Cambodia to answer the Jewish question" episode was one of your schizophrenic hallucinations, so why are you still trying to go there?

I've wanted to go to Cambodia since I was 14. I feel very connected to that place. Cambodia is the kind of place a person like me can live in peace. I think the reason my life has been so fucked up is because I'm just incompatible with the lifestyle of America. I've lived in every region of this country and just get the same result. It's time to try a new country. Besides, do you have any idea how for the US dollar goes in Cambodia? Pretty damn far.
 
Is one of the poorest nations in the world really a "great place" for a bipolar schizoaffective person to start a new life?

They've come a long way. You're fine as long as you stay in a big city like Phnom Penh. The way I see it, if I fuck up in Cambodia I'll probably just get shot, which is better than being locked up again.

So there were days where he actually put the cartoon chipmunk babyladyman act aside and just be Dave again? That's kind of sad, like this whole Shmorky act was part of a disease or something.

Has he tried to get back in touch or has he tried dog piling you at all since?

There were. He never spoke a normal voice. I honestly think he lost the ability to somewhere along the line. It's kind of like when your mom says "don't keep making stupid faces or your face will stick that way", it's like that happened just with his voice. I think he really permanently fucked up his vocal chords and now can never speak in a normal voice again. But aside from the voice, we had bum days at home where he would walk around in jeans and a sweatshirt with a 5 o clock shadow and no makeup on and just be a normal guy. He definitely had some kind of personality disorder that was exacerbated by self-validation through Tumblr and his troon friends. He had a lot more troon friends than he had people like Lowtax to keep him grounded. I think Lowtax was actually the only normal friend he had, and Shmork didn't have a high opinion of him. He would come home and bitch all the time that Lowtax was a bully and a drunk and that everything he made him do was a waste of his time and his talent. I always told him that SA animator and Let's Player seemed like a pretty flawless gig, but Shmork didn't seem to think so. He said that you just couldn't create a quality cartoon in the time limit of a week and that Lowtax was pushing him way too hard. I've never been an animator so I have no idea. He also really hated the idea that Lowtax was pressuring him into putting his face on camera for livestreams and Shmorky feared cameras more than death itself. He had more body image issues than an anorexic teenage girl.

We haven't spoken since we parted way in Spokane and I've had no desire to speak to him. We both said a lot of really shitty things to each other when I had my episode but the fact is I told him I would be gone within 2 weeks and not only would he have the apartment to himself but I would give him my car that he loved and used so much for FREE because I obviously couldn't take it overseas with me. He did everything in his power to royally fuck my life up out of pure vengeance and prevent me from just going on my way. He actually ripped out pages of a personal journal I kept and took it to the police to try and prove I was violent and dangerous. Obviously the police didn't buy it because they did nothing about it. He called the landlord of our apartment and tried to say I was vandalizing the place (which I was not) and needed to be evicted immediately, obviously not knowing how evictions work. He called the police several times on me and told them I was beating him up. The police would come to out place, handcuff me, actually laugh at him at just tell him to go to a motel or otherwise stay somewhere else. Every time the police came it was the same story. They would say "we've given you every option out there and you won't take it, we don't know what you want us to do." Eventually I got scared that he was going to pull some REALLY vengeful bitch shit and start stabbing his own skin and telling cops I did it. So finally one time the cops came and I said "I've had enough, please just take me to a women's shelter to get me the fuck away from him." The pigs fucking lied and took me to hospital where I was held for for a month. That's the anger I just can't get past. The fact that I agreed to leave and this person just was just determined to ruin my shit. The fact that I would be sitting in Phnom Penh right now if it weren't for the shit he pulled. That's what really gets to me. I understand that what I did to Lowtax was really fucked up. I'm not trying to make excuses for myself but all I can say is that the reality of living with Schizoaffective disorder is one day you might find yourself in a really shitty place like Spokane, Washington where they won't allow you access to your medications and without your medications you spin out of control and become psychotic, and do things that are psychotic. Shmorky may be mentally ill but he doesn't suffer from outright psychosis. He does, however, have a very prominent mean streak, which turned out to be a 'I will go out of my way to ruin your life' mean streak. When I was in the hospital the first time a staff member even told me "he was one of the rudest, nastiest people they've ever come across" and I need to cut him out of my life.
 
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