I’m sure he told her she was going to revitalize the “SA brand” back to it’s glory days and build a internet influencer empire.
Ironically, from leaks I've seen of the SA Slack group, Logan did a shockingly okay-ish job of trying to organize things and keep everyone on track and focused. Like, from what I can tell (and from what I hear from the leaker), was she a genius whiz-bang brand manager? Eh. No, not really, though I've only seen <a dozen screenshots and one person's anecdotal account. But she had, like,
some degree of a skillset and was at least trying to keep the content creators and moderation staff focused and on task instead of just goofing around and then just doing whatever on a whim. Lowtax has employed people who sold themselves just as big as she did but delivered a lot less.
And honestly, that makes Lowtax look like an even bigger dumbass. Even back in the good old days, people with any sort of tangible skillset weren't exactly throwing themselves at him to work for 'free' (which I assume is what Logan's employment boiled down to: live with Lowtax, do all this work shit (and wait on him hand and foot) and in return, she gets to live in a (mc)mansion, get fucked, not have to worry about bills and have *some* sort of access to money, by way of Lowtax probably just buying her shit if she needed it), let alone lately.
So, you're Lowtax, right? You're in your mid-40's, you look like shit, you're an addict, you have had police reports on you for physical abuse and as a result you barely have a relationship with your ex-wife and two daughters, your illegal immigrant current wife (with whom you also have a daughter) no longer lets you fuck her and your relationship with her is on the skids, your site is hemorrhaging support, money is drying up and you have to rely on a Patreon to live. Here comes this girl; she's crazy as a shithouse rat and you know this, but is also like half your age, is starstruck (she still somehow thinks you're a celebrity when you haven't been in over a decade), kinda/sorta/maybe in or near the ballpark of conventionally attractive I guess?, doesn't care that you look like shit, doesn't care you have 3 kids from two failed marriages, doesn't care you have one (soon to be two) ex-wives, doesn't care that you have a police record (or at least believes your side of the story unquestioningly), is willing to move across the country to bumfuck Missouri ("America's Taint™") to clean your house, cook you food, care for you (since you've convinced her you're an invalid), suck your dick, reorganize and administer your dead, gay comedy site (***and somehow, against all odds, do maybe actually an okay-adjacent job of it, come to find out!***) and do it all for basically room and board and maybe some minor, controlled access to your money but no salary.
Her being fucking nuts aside, this is a WAY cushier arrangement than you could reasonably expect to have at this stage in your life, given your baggage. All you have to do is not do stuff that will likely exacerbate her mental illness and also not do some of that famous Kyanka domestic violence you're becoming famous for, and you could probably ride this out for at least a few years. So, of course, what do you do? Isolate her like you did your ex-wife, leave liquor around the house for her to drink while on her psych meds and beat her like you did your last 2-3 partners. You try to do damage control by going on an edgy podcast and try to cater to the shitlords by talking about how you like to beat women while eating cookies, forever alienating the SJWs, and then reverse course the next day and try to cater to the SJWs by calling the podcast host a white nationalist MRA, forever alienating the shitlords. The girl is back in Utah, your ex-wife is still in a shelter, your Patreon is bottoming out, your website is in flames and the only thing to keep you company is the sound of a breeze blowing through your empty McMansion, as it blows an empty bottle of Ativan across the floor. To quote yourself in the possibly illegal recording you made, "you've burned every bridge that you've had".
The phone rings. It's your lawyer mom, not calling to tell you she misses you or to ask how her grandkids are doing, but to remind you that you have a Zoom meeting with the lawyer she's arranged for you to help with your brand new round of legal problems in the morning. She sounds distant. Cold. The conversation is terse. She hangs up without saying goodbye, let alone that she loves you. You have disappointed her. Again. Worse, she no longer thinks of you as her son who did something disappointing, but her son that IS a disappointment. You roll over in bed and fumble for your bottle of Ambien. You clumsily knock it off. It hits the floor with a hollow thud. Empty. Just like the McMansion. Just like your Patreon. Just like your life. If you close your eyes hard enough, you can almost see the calendar on the wall with the date marked "2000", as Fragmaster shows you his latest idea: some ironic MSPaint comics about firemen or something. But then, just as quickly, the calendar is gone, the comic is gone, Fragmaster is gone. You are alone again, 20 years on. "Oh well," you think, "just a quick nap and then I'll finish off those Goldbelly cookies". You end up sleeping for 12 hours and missing your appointment with the lawyer.
You either die a Web 1.0 e-celeb, or live to see yourself become the GOOFTROOP.
TL;DR Lowtax is as competent at being an abuser and manipulator as he is at everything else in his life.
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