I don't understand his line of thinking that telling us that he has an A team of snitches who ninja into detractor strongholds and he uses to guide his actions like some fat kid playing makebelieve general on the playground, makes him look any better than simply coming here and reading it himself. Its like when he explains away his intricate knowledge of all the drama of other ytbers when he supposedly doesn't follow or care about them by Alotta Peepull telling him. So I guess instead of obsessively following drama like a loser by visiting their channel you are obsessively following drama like a loser by listening to someone else go on about it in constant second hand email diatribes?
Same pattern of hapless logic that tells him it makes him look like a fag to just say "lol well guys it is what it is, I just suck at this [game]/[boss]/[move]/[franchise]/[character]/[level]/[more than the guy that just rolled my ass up & smoked it], i guess we're gonna be here a while, get comfortable" but makes him look like not at all a fag to yell & whine & rage & protest every single fucking time he fucks up (read: 89% of the shit he touches) & then sobscream 5 stock excuses [blahking]/[pressing buttons]/[bunk controller]/[bugged x mechanics]/[game devs] paired with 10 industry buzzwords he memorized [inputs]/[lag]/[framerate]/ my personal favorite, [netcode], but couldn't possibly define without da googles, rounded off with incessant shitspewing about anyone that pushes his shit in.
Shrieking like a rotten 15yo girl instead of laughing off his ineptitude.. yes. Way hotter, guy. Never change. Doesn't make you look like a skirted prison bitch at all.
What a vapid, virulent, insipid cocksucker. I'm glad to see he can tweet empty cries for Twitter attention acknowledging mass tragedy like school massacres, D-Day, & hurricanes that he ties right back into him & his own perceived struggles & triumphs over adversity in his arduous, challenging, couch-rooted climate-controlled life.
But a post about a digital fucking platform that put his ass on that very couch & owes him ZERO, is the thing he says moves him to tears. Right before tying it right back into his modern-day Job narrative. Can't be fucked to wonder aloud how
mass murderers sleep at night, but I guess until he catches a maniac's bullet to the face, the infinitesimal flash of aggravation he feels from a hiccup in youtube is the closest he'll ever get to true discomfort.
And I also bet he fails to see the distinction.