Yeah he was also bragging/gloating earlier today about meticulously parsing out who was leaving mean reactions on posts in the Discord and banning those people specifically.
If there's any behavior that just screams to everyone watching "I am a manchild and don't ever go outside and talk to real people", this is it. This is like a five year old stomping on someone else's sandcastle because the other kids weren't letting him play with them. In any world other than the recent era of terminally online this guy would be laughed at absolutely everywhere and would end up eating alone at the lunch table, no one giving a shit about anything he ever does, but instead he'll fall back to his little polycule of fellow retarded failures saying "YASS QUEEN OBLITERATE THEM CHUDS :3." Good to laugh at sure, but to actually have to interact with? Hell no.
The sad part of this is, despite being a complete shitstain of a human being who does not deserve to be overseeing a potted plant, nevermind a semi-useful website, there's a nonzero chance he gets away with acting this way solely because where else are you gonna go to find out the extra secrets behind those video games? He knows that as long as he's the one with the most content, with the most people volunteering their time to properly add things to the website, he has the keys to the kingdom regardless of how mentally deranged he is.
I love the idea of forming a breakaway website hosting their information free of all the garbage at the top, but let's be real. There is not enough room for two of these places to properly exist. One will get all the views and updates and be known as
the site to check, and the other will slowly peter out and stagnate. Bluesky lost in their attempt to replace Xitter, despite a bunch of mad terminally-online liberals and trannies like XKeeper trying to prop it up, and the same could easily happen here, if this TCRF 2.0 even gets off the ground at all.
Trannies are gangrene to functioning internet communities. Never let one in, because once you do, the cancer spreads and festers until the only thing you can do is cut off the arm. Please, if there is a god out there, have this be one of the moments where we succeed in cutting off the cancer. (And if him losing his precious donations and influence causes him to ACK! himself out of depression, all the better)