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Zoom isn't just a pedophile and a liar, he's also really stupid and fat.
Trashfire The Dick Masterson Simp Conspiracy - Dick Masterson & Co cover up of his "Simping"
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Zoom isn't just a pedophile and a liar, he's also really stupid and fat.
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lol if you're here just to post messages for a pedophile you're not welcome. just fyi.
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Meth Until Death
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Probs take your gay ops elsewhere muscles. Or you can be a cool kid and warm yourself by the comfy n cozy trashfire aye
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I feel like most people are here just to watch a shitshow because it's funny.
Personally I think the accusation of Dick troll-shielding was a completely legitimate one but then the people calling it out had to expand it into a conspiracy involving blackmail so they fucked the whole thing up and made anyone talking about it also look like a sperg. It's much like Jesse and how he actually had dirt on Dick but fucked it up by attempting to play puppetmaster and trying to make a big show out of it for attention instead of just calmly posting it around and laughing.
Pretty much everyone involved kept making the worst choices possible which resulted in it becoming a car wreck that's hard to look away from.
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he's drinking bacardi 151
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Dick my man. as a fren, I am going to implore you to take some advice. Last week you skirted all of the goss with some quips, but now is the time to lean into it.
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There is just something about Zoom that sucks the fun out of anything he's involved in.Catching up on the thread after last night
-PPP is totally just acting reetarded -
-PPP should have gone in hard on Jim - would have made a better show but not for PPP. It was already a bloodbath, if this fat sperg tried to hammer Jim his asshole would have been torn apart so viciously he would have been shitting in a bag for the rest of his life.
-Two spergs got BTFO and now people are pinning their hopes on zoom in this shit show - autism, autism never changes
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Dick Masterson awoke floating in an amber puddle of whiskey sweat, like a man adrift in the Dead Sea. The corridors of his vast, three-bedroom, Hollywood mansion echoed with a collage of his rants from the previous evening.
He had dreamed that the creators on his New Project 2 crowdfunding platform had lured him to a bar, on the pretence that there would be cocktails, and then stabbed him with high-quality reproductions of the data knife from Titanfall 2.
As he cracked an eye, a crow perched outside his window lazily took flight. Was it an omen? Or was it just a crow who had flown to Hollywood hoping to make it big, and who had mistaken him for Harvey Weinstein cosplaying as Carla from Cheers, or one of the Belushi brothers?
He was cold. One of the women who he draped over himself at night, as a living blanket, had moved out position leaving a yawning gap in the fleshy weave. Annoyed, he yanked on the slender chains attached to her Princess Leia slave costume, until she rejoined the fold.
Comfortable again, he reflected upon the events of the previous fortnight: The leaking of his amorous texts by a spurned former lover had certainly been an embarrassment. He had pieced together the romantic overtures in question from draft lyrics to the Colour Me Badd song 'I Wanna Sex You Up', which he had purchased at auction. He gazed longingly at the ceiling poster of the band, photographed during their early 90s peak, and sighed. He would never be a bigger douchebag than any of those guys, with their guido facial hair and high-pitched vocals. Damn his mongrel heritage! The framed certificates on the walls, pronouncing him both best and worst Mexican, appeared to mock him from behind their cheap, gaudy frames. If only he could afford some cooler bedroom décor – a cardboard night-stand or some shark decals.
Still, he had silenced the ridicule of his human detractors and had done so using legitimate business practices. Thanks to New Project 2,, he now held the social security numbers of every edge-lord who had been booted off of Patreon. If they pushed him, then he would drag them around by their sagging uninflated ballsacks - even that confederate flag, moistened with the sweat of the original cast of the Dukes of Hazzard, and then origamied into a semblance of a human-form, that called itself Ethan Ralph. They all knew the score. If they crossed him, all he had to do was to leak their numbers, weather the ensuing criminal and civil court cases, maybe serve some time in jail, lose all his money and ability to amass meaningful income in the future, and then move back in with Maddox. It was the perfect plan.
He would have gotten away with it too, if PPP hadn't started sniffing around. It was worrying than this morbidly obese reincarnation of Eliot Ness was talking one-to-one with Mr Metokur.
Like Prince Harry, the former Internet Aristocrat had renounced his title and had married a woman who kept his testicles inside a bamboo tiger cage. There were rumours that he had gone full weeb and that he dressed like Noctis from Final Fantasy XV.
Dick had listened to the debate between the two men. Metokur had explained to PPP that he strongly objected to being co-opted as any man's personal army. His interviewer had failed to grasp the surface-level nuance in this statement, or how it might apply to their present conversation. The fat man was confident that he could convince the internet's most sarcastic man to serve as a general in his war against his half-Mexican nemesis. He had already converted one person to Christianity, by sitting on them for 40 days and 40 nights. He would mold Metokur into a warrior of God.
The phone rang. It was Sean, the audio engineer and L.A.-based comedian.
A group of New Project 2 creators were planning to flaunt social distancing laws by going to a bar to drink cocktails. Did Dick want to join them?
Would the cocktails be served in hollowed-out pineapples?
Sean thought it likely that they would.
“Okay, count me in, said Dick, as he scanned the room in a quest for his missing pants.
He had dreamed that the creators on his New Project 2 crowdfunding platform had lured him to a bar, on the pretence that there would be cocktails, and then stabbed him with high-quality reproductions of the data knife from Titanfall 2.
As he cracked an eye, a crow perched outside his window lazily took flight. Was it an omen? Or was it just a crow who had flown to Hollywood hoping to make it big, and who had mistaken him for Harvey Weinstein cosplaying as Carla from Cheers, or one of the Belushi brothers?
He was cold. One of the women who he draped over himself at night, as a living blanket, had moved out position leaving a yawning gap in the fleshy weave. Annoyed, he yanked on the slender chains attached to her Princess Leia slave costume, until she rejoined the fold.
Comfortable again, he reflected upon the events of the previous fortnight: The leaking of his amorous texts by a spurned former lover had certainly been an embarrassment. He had pieced together the romantic overtures in question from draft lyrics to the Colour Me Badd song 'I Wanna Sex You Up', which he had purchased at auction. He gazed longingly at the ceiling poster of the band, photographed during their early 90s peak, and sighed. He would never be a bigger douchebag than any of those guys, with their guido facial hair and high-pitched vocals. Damn his mongrel heritage! The framed certificates on the walls, pronouncing him both best and worst Mexican, appeared to mock him from behind their cheap, gaudy frames. If only he could afford some cooler bedroom décor – a cardboard night-stand or some shark decals.
Still, he had silenced the ridicule of his human detractors and had done so using legitimate business practices. Thanks to New Project 2,, he now held the social security numbers of every edge-lord who had been booted off of Patreon. If they pushed him, then he would drag them around by their sagging uninflated ballsacks - even that confederate flag, moistened with the sweat of the original cast of the Dukes of Hazzard, and then origamied into a semblance of a human-form, that called itself Ethan Ralph. They all knew the score. If they crossed him, all he had to do was to leak their numbers, weather the ensuing criminal and civil court cases, maybe serve some time in jail, lose all his money and ability to amass meaningful income in the future, and then move back in with Maddox. It was the perfect plan.
He would have gotten away with it too, if PPP hadn't started sniffing around. It was worrying than this morbidly obese reincarnation of Eliot Ness was talking one-to-one with Mr Metokur.
Like Prince Harry, the former Internet Aristocrat had renounced his title and had married a woman who kept his testicles inside a bamboo tiger cage. There were rumours that he had gone full weeb and that he dressed like Noctis from Final Fantasy XV.
Dick had listened to the debate between the two men. Metokur had explained to PPP that he strongly objected to being co-opted as any man's personal army. His interviewer had failed to grasp the surface-level nuance in this statement, or how it might apply to their present conversation. The fat man was confident that he could convince the internet's most sarcastic man to serve as a general in his war against his half-Mexican nemesis. He had already converted one person to Christianity, by sitting on them for 40 days and 40 nights. He would mold Metokur into a warrior of God.
The phone rang. It was Sean, the audio engineer and L.A.-based comedian.
A group of New Project 2 creators were planning to flaunt social distancing laws by going to a bar to drink cocktails. Did Dick want to join them?
Would the cocktails be served in hollowed-out pineapples?
Sean thought it likely that they would.
“Okay, count me in, said Dick, as he scanned the room in a quest for his missing pants.
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No one pretend to be attracted to children.
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ゴッドスピード on Twitter
“Joshua Connor Moon (Pedophile) is so stupid, no company maintains wordpress updates for you. That's why the site hasn't had core updates in over a year you larping moron. This is the same failure who was gonna do "web dev" for an Australian company and never did.”twitter.com
On the other hand I don't know why Dick would hire out for such a marginally difficult task, but I'll take for granted Josh knows more than I do about how NP2 is run.
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Chris Chad
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This is the first time Dick Masterson has been involved in anything this funny in years. Why would he ever think associating with the guy that got 15 year olds to spray paint GUNT on Ethan Ralph's car to fuck with him was a good idea? Did this guy think that unlike Ralph, Zoom would think he was a "cool guy" and not fuck with him? You reap what you sow, Dick. Enjoy it!
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Broad question. My Discord has 2 channels, one for talking, one for spam. It does not ordinarily have a VOIP channel. On odd days I open one. After my last stream, I opened a channel called NIGGERS. About 60 people joined in. One of them was this guy who started questions one after the other about NP2. I assumed it was some wannabe e-celeb livestreaming the conversation.
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I guess that explains why he was pretty vague about having both spoken to you recently about this yet not being able to easily get into contact with you.
Zoom has smelled blood and autism, mixed in a perfect cocktail. And has a wonderful opportunity to strike at Joshua Connor Moon. He won't go away soon.
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He was still in the Discord chat. People were tagging him for 20 minutes straight. He could have messaged me at any time. My email is null@kiwifarms.net. He has an account on this forum and can PM me. He has had an account on this forum since 2015. There is no credibility to that what so ever.
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Just finished the PPP stream with Leo Pirate and Jim, and I cannot recall the last time someone had so many own goals as Leo in that short amount of time he was trying to "get" at Jim.
Dick's reaction to the leaked texts is legit pretty funny and his involvement with Zoom makes him 100% a cow imo, but it is being drowned out by the likes of PPP and Leo who seem to stare themselves blind at finding "gotcha"s with Null/Jim/Nick.
Dick's reaction to the leaked texts is legit pretty funny and his involvement with Zoom makes him 100% a cow imo, but it is being drowned out by the likes of PPP and Leo who seem to stare themselves blind at finding "gotcha"s with Null/Jim/Nick.
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