Inactive David Simon Gallant - Gets Cucked Every Day, Can't wipe himself; Thirsty AF, Compulsive Masturbator, Unrepentant Racist

Yeah, I knew all that. Didn't know about the implantation shit. I mean, shit, he should know better than to fetishize some HIV ridden mongoloid jamming a fucking RFID chip or a bar of fucking metal into your fucking flesh to end up a constantly infected wound that looks like a zit that's ready to fucking get its own SSN. Goddamn it. He's really just looking for a group to fucking get in with.

Dammit dammit dammit.

Wall of text because I'm tired and can't shut up...
See, a while back, I had a nice NDA contract with a company, who was excited when I said I might be able to get together my old work crew. I'd gotten everyone but him and one other person all involved when I contacted him. I was kind of on the GG side, because, yeah, gaming reviews had gone to shit (As far as I'm concerned, the minute you don't do spec tests in your review, you suck and are little more than a PR firm with the company's dick jammed into your ass) and I could believe the back scratching and hand-washing that was supposedly going on. One of his crew tried jumping my ass (I'm old, I don't care about the opinions of 20 something try-hards with danger hair, metal studded faces, and outfits from the 1980's who act like the fucking Moral Majority) and he stuck up for me.

Then he tried to get me involved on the SJW side, throwing stats for disabled gamers at me. I basically told him that with the exception of keybinding and color-blind and closed captioning, most disabled gamers care more about hardware, and that game companies already did their best to help out disabled gamers, that you can buy mice and keyboards to help accommodate even missing fucking fingers, backed that shit with articles from veteran's magazines and all that good crunchy citation shit.

Holy shit, he went off on me. Accused me of throwing other disabled gamers under the bus, of throwing disabled people under the bus, and just because I "had recovered from [my] disability" like I'm some kind of fucking lizard or something, and just because I did it doesn't mean that others can adapt at all.

Which I told him was fucking offensive. That being actually disabled and not Tumblr disabled was all about adapting, overcoming, and triumphing WITH your disability, not collapsing in a heap and demanding that everyone around you carry you everywhere like a fucking princess on a divan being toted everywhere by specially selected darkies.

Which ended up in him screaming at me and shit about how I don't know what it's like to be disabled because of **reasons** that just basically boil down to "but... but... that's not how I want it to be..." and when I called him out on that shit, he fucking chimped out like a NYC hooker denied her fleet week pay. Said "You've basically been reppin' for GG for almost a week!"

He blocked me. I called him a pussy, and told him when he grew up and pulled his head out of the SJW ass he currently had it stuffed in, I'd still be around, but it was a shame he felt that way, because the job offer wasn't open to massive manginas with superiority complexes who want to lecture their boss on how hard it is to be disabled when apparently all he was suffering from was a bad case of Canadian Social Justice Poisoning.

Which led to my rather minor internet presence getting blitzkrieg'd, the cops coming to my house (Because County Cops never know the weird hermit dude, right?), my company FB page getting obliterated, my company website getting suspended, a case of identity theft (reported), someone keying my car (It was an 83 PoS I'd rebuilt to teach my kids how to fix cars, I wouldn't have noticed if they didn't leave a note...) and some free pizzas because the pizza places around here don't drive 5-10 miles on "I'll pay you when I get here" bullshit.

And kind of pushed me into GG, mainly to spite him, because I'm old, and old people are dicks.

I'll admit, I didn't handle all that maturely. After each one, I basically messaged him on Twitter to mock him that he'd failed. Again.

Awhile back, I don't know, a year or so, he unblocked me to fucking scream at me like a lemur with a headwound and his dick stuck in a centipede's mouth about some stupid shit, which I promptly mocked him over, and he blocked me and probably muted me.

I know he hooked his cart to one of Portland's most toxic half-wits, and I know he was in with the whole "Make Portland Faggoty" crowd that thinks the rest of the state is going to put up with the Sanctuary City shit much longer if they keep raising our taxes and voting exemptions for themselves. I know they booted him until only the most toxic, most pathetic, and most loser-iffic of the bunch still talks to him.

Which is why I'm hoping I can pull him out of all of it. I mean, I hope there's still the decent person in there, if he can just unfuck himself long enough to realize that he tried to fit his head in Phil "Waaah, I'm going to my room!" Fish and The Incredible Twine Scammer asses and ended up with it up his own.

Holy shit, that was long.
This...is....tragic. I don't know if he is able to let go, mate. It's more like a cult than a partisan position.
 
David Gallant is dead, all that remains is Davey. The sad, cucked shell of a man.

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@Jet Fuel Johnny - When you knew Daveykins, was it his future intention to work in the games industry?
Did he show signs of morphing into the workshy, slovenly mess he is now? What do you think changed for him?

I know you have hopes that he may awaken from the SoJus coma he's in, but I think his brain may have atrophied so much that there is nothing but motivation for his next cucking hit and obsessive lust for IMC in there.
The guy works a shitty job and has ample amounts of free time, he could work on a game, he could be proactive about it, but he actively chooses to shit himself and do nothing, so to speak. Cuck himself and do nothing.
He spends an inane amount of time and real cash money on people that in the past would have been in a freakshow or shot out of a catapult. He has a pretty wife, but instead he sends ass pictures to a fat, unattractive slut. He gives out information about his ass wiping capabilities on the internet, willingly. This is a "person" who currently, would be better suited to being kept in a cage as a lifestyle fuckpig, than a games designer. We don't say stuff here to just mock him, it's actual reality. Reality that he provides again, willingly. I know that the game dev circle is full of perverts and freaks, but the rest of the world - the sane, money making world - is not going to be interested in a lazy, ass picture posting SoJus prostitute who *may* have a good concept idea on occasion. I think Daveykins is past the point of being able to pull his finger out of his unwiped ass and instead has resigned himself to being a LOLcow for the rest of his unfortunate existence.
 
@Jet Fuel Johnny loading up David's Twitter feed just now and immediately seeing him retweeting a moron who cast him out over a year ago and stopped talking to him is not a good sign. Even worse, it's her screaming about how unfair it is that her non-games can be kicked off Steam and they should have personally asked her if this was ok and she thinks they are "literally only interested in talking to white men."

If you know Gamergate or look at her thread here (not that the OP looks to be super detailed), were you aware that this idiot that cheated on her boyfriend with Five Guys is who David had tied an anchor to? Or that he was trying to kiss up to her before Gamergate to the extent of wanting to get tattoos and chips and magnets implanted in himself because Blowy Zoe did?

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Cucked yet again.

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Cucked by Steam.

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I wouldn't believe anything a non-developer says about Steam.
 
David continues to do the "lol im a game dev" "lol i hate games fucking pieces of shit" routine.

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Yeah, video games are awful. I remember hearing a few years ago about this one guy who lost his job at the Canada Revenue Agency for making a game that satirized his job. No good can come from them. None at all. Well, at least that guy learned some valuable life lessons... right?
 
David continues to do the "lol im a game dev" "lol i hate games fucking pieces of shit" routine.

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Imagine being a pathetic nerd who sexually harasses women by posting unsolicited ass pics, and hating yourself so much that you wish something you describe as a "huge" part of your life would simply cease to exist.

Christ, this pathetic excuse for a man really shouldn't exist. He should kill himself. He has no future.
 
Yeah, I knew all that. Didn't know about the implantation shit. I mean, shit, he should know better than to fetishize some HIV ridden mongoloid jamming a fucking RFID chip or a bar of fucking metal into your fucking flesh to end up a constantly infected wound that looks like a zit that's ready to fucking get its own SSN. Goddamn it. He's really just looking for a group to fucking get in with.

Broteam also apparently found out Dave cheated on his missus with Zoe at some point (that's maybe why he still hangs on her every word, sad)

Is Dave still even with his wife anyway? He really sounds like he just lives alone considering how he acts most of the time

I feel for you though, I'm younger but seen my share of people get split down the middle by GG and other related events. Some people stayed relatively sane, others threw everything they knew about you out the window to join their new chosen tribe.

It's not like this isn't a common case at this point - the Song a Day Guy ended up being told by his wife to focus the hell up after spending too much time crusading on the web, Arthur Chu decided Social Justice was more important than supporting his disabled wife (who thankfully was able to leave him) . Allison took Jake absolutely for granted till he realized his alternative was a happier option.

It's funny how these people get so obsessed about how other people conduct themselves, that they forget to actually care about the people who love them. I'm really sorry you are one of the left behind. But admire your attempt to reach over - though I suspect the person you knew isn't there anymore.
 
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