Inactive Richard "Lowtax" Kyanka - Deadbeat (emphasis on "Dead") founder of Something Awful, forced out of his own community, on his second divorce, stuck his dick in crazy, "Birth Giver"

Glitchedpuppet (is he/she a goon?) was acquaintences with Shmorky and we only bumped into each other once, and then she started having this character named "Amdusias" (I go by the moniker 'Amadeus', just as I did at the SPX con). I would have passed it up as coincidence if there weren't strikingly eerie similarities between scripts I have written and used when I worked for Niteflirt and such. I've probably said the script a hundred times and recorded it a hundred more, but it's so fucking weird to think that Glitchedpuppet could have done some light digging and called me up. What a fucking weird crossover.

Here's a panel from one of the comics that mentions "Amdusias" and my scripts. I will link the rest below because it contains explicit visuals of rainbow enchanted pony cock and cat scientist reacharounds.
View attachment 1586822
Full Comic
That comic has been archived two years ago and is some nasty furry shit. Christ.
 
Star Trek ended for me in pre-9/11 America. Or I guess in 2005 if you count Enterprise. I do not acknowledge Discovery aka STD, the Picard Series, or Lower Decks or whatever else the fuck.

But I will gladly ramble on about my outlandish theories about DS9 and how the shapeshifters represent the bloodline of Cain in the Bible, who is the common ancestor of all the people running this world IRL, and Odo is an Antichrist allegory in which the Antichrist is the pure manifestation of chaos theory and in that chaos destroys his own creator (Lucifer) and his kingdom. And how Jem'Hadar is an anagram for Operation Jade Helm 15' in which Obama gutted the military of any soldiers who wouldn't fire on unarmed civilians.

And that Star Trek Voyager episode about FEMA camps. (Season 3, episode 6: 'Remember.')
[/QUOTE]

Oh and fuck anyone still on SA, i still want to archive the tabletop rpgs review thread for sentimantal reasons (since i used to lurk there long ago)|
 
Last edited:
Here's a panel from one of the comics that mentions "Amdusias" and my scripts. I will link the rest below because it contains explicit visuals of rainbow enchanted pony cock and cat scientist reacharounds.
View attachment 1586822
Full Comic
Holy shit, his dick is a tube! A TUBE!
TOOB.jpg

It looks like a pool floaty!
 
That would be me. I had a considerably lower voice than Shmorky, which is probably why he tried so hard to get his voice pitch higher and higher. He was always in competition with women around him. You should have seen him at the one convention we attended together, Small Press Expo '14, he was a fucking nightmare the entire time. It was fucking Caligula in that room. Just one giant troon beauty contest. There were more troons than real women. I'm having 'Nam style flashbacks about it right now. It was the largest collection I've ever seen of the rudest people I've ever interacted with. The attitude of everyone there can be best described as the culmination of every 'Heathers' lunch table at every high school school in this nation.

Most of the "artists" I met there are probably people who have their own threads on here. As far as I remember, I met that black chick 'Spike' who runs 'Smut Peddler Comics', or whatever it's called. GlitchedPuppet - which then led me to having the most surreal 4th Wall breaking moment of my life when I saw a furry catlike character named after me (but slightly misspelled for plausible deniability) in one of His?Her? comics saying exact words that I had written from my own projects. Erika Moen I believe was there but we never crossed paths. I met KC Greene, who was actually normal and pretty cool, and some troon with long red hair who was loud and obnoxious as fuck and got married to comics. Just, the concept of comics. They brought a priest in and everything. All the artists were charactures of eccentric people you'd see depicted in Frasier, if the writers of Frasier watched their families die in a car fire.

And Shmorky was the same damn way. He made me do all the work at the table. All of it. Greetings, sales, making change, autograph requests. At least when he felt like signing autographs. He was rude to every customer, and when I told him 'the least you could do is smile at people', he gave me a dressing down about how it's very misogynist to insist that women should smile. So I just did all the work and we made $1700 or so over those two nights while Shmorky sat there looking miserable while men, some of them teenage boys, in dresses fawned and SIMPed over him. Frighteningly enough, yes, there were some kids and teens there. A lot of them were cosplaying Pokemon or cartoon characters. Despite the fact this was absolutely not a child-friendly event as a lot of the artists there were cartoon pornographers who often depicted very child-like colorful characters sucking each other's dicks and openly selling this content at their tables.

I turned out to be the wet blanket of the whole affair because I refused to go to the afterparty. Shmorky and I were invited to go to dinner with Spike and some of the others (Glitched Puppet may have been there too) because they were the most arrogant, snotty bastards I'd ever (tried) to talk to. I tried introducing myself and joining in on their conversation, but they just talked right the fuck over me like 'whose white cis bitch this is?' So I stormed back off to the hotel room. In retrospect, I am very, very glad I did not witness what that afterparty entailed because there may have been some goddamn Eyes Wide Shut shit happening in the penthouse and there were enough underage kids there to go around. Also a WHOLE LOTTA ADDERAL, among other things like Ecstacy. Even I bought some weed off a guy. Mostly to make interfacing with all of Shmorky's friends and fans tolerable.

I don't know if we have a thread on here about an obnoxious redheaded troon comic artist who makes art on dollar bills and sells them to people (which I believe is technically not legal) But that guy needs to be checked out, whoever he is. He was the biggest deal of the whole convention. I lowkey wondered if he made the dollar bill art for people to then be used for snorting the Addy. Even Shmorky was fawning over him and made me go ask him for an autographed comic because he was too scared to face him himself. Waited in line over and hour for that shit.

Sorry for rambling about my experience at the Small Press Expo, but I swear to God some Kiwi should go undercover and check that shit out one day. It's like the Bohemian Grove of lolcows.

Again I thank my lucky stars that I didn't attend that afterparty because Shmorky stated clearly and emphatically multiple times in our relationship that he would be A-OK with getting cucked, or having a polyamorous relationship. And he was real fucking upset he couldn't get up in that troon fuckpile. Because I also emphatically stated that this is not how this works. This is not how any of this works. At least I actually stayed faithful, and wasn't in a separate room grooming teenage girls. And it's a damn good thing I put my foot down that night because that would have been one of the only nights Shmorky would have had clear, unsupervised access to minors that worshiped him.

That's also probably why he didn't mind Lowtax giving me gifts all the time, but I just found it all very insulting. I find the whole idea of cucking to be insulting to women. Why would you not care that your man doesn't care who fucks you? It's the opposite of a female power fantasy. Women want to be fought over and be the object of envy, not indifference. I don't get it. But I don't get why he wore a fucking yarn wig either.

This is fascinating, and horrifying in equal parts. Thanks for the insight.
 
He was rude to every customer, and when I told him 'the least you could do is smile at people', he gave me a dressing down about how it's very misogynist to insist that women should smile...
Alleged Schizo (girl): I'd be nice to be nice, y'know?
Alleged Artist (man... man?): It's very misogynist to tell women to be nice!

I look deep inside myself and see nothing but empty laughter.
I had become Pogo, the Honker of Worlds.

(BTW. for an alleged schizo you write coherently. What's the deal with those mental illness stories I read previously about you, if you don't mind answering?)
 
Last edited:
Glitchedpuppet (is he/she a goon?) was acquaintences with Shmorky and we only bumped into each other once, and then she started having this character named "Amdusias" (I go by the moniker 'Amadeus', just as I did at the SPX con). I would have passed it up as coincidence if there weren't strikingly eerie similarities between scripts I have written and used when I worked for Niteflirt and such. I've probably said the script a hundred times and recorded it a hundred more, but it's so fucking weird to think that Glitchedpuppet could have done some light digging and called me up. What a fucking weird crossover.

Here's a panel from one of the comics that mentions "Amdusias" and my scripts. I will link the rest below because it contains explicit visuals of rainbow enchanted pony cock and cat scientist reacharounds.
View attachment 1586822
Full Comic
Purple Kecleon / Papaya Kitty / Glitched Puppet has an extensive thread, complete with highlights such as baby pokemon rape porn, grooming minors and denying it, and (supposedly) fucking a dog IRL.
 
Here's a panel from one of the comics that mentions "Amdusias" and my scripts. I will link the rest below because it contains explicit visuals of rainbow enchanted pony cock and cat scientist reacharounds.
View attachment 1586822
Full Comic

Has there ever been any serious study done of exactly what has to snap like a rotten rubber band in the brain for this to result, along the lines of Blanchard and AGP typology explaining troons? How the hell does someone get from being born a normal human being to becoming a freak who will not only make something like this, but proudly show it to others?
 
Q:

Has there ever been any serious study done of exactly what has to snap like a rotten rubber band in the brain for this to result, along the lines of Blanchard and AGP typology explaining troons? How the hell does someone get from being born a normal human being to becoming a freak who will not only make something like this, but proudly show it to others?

A:
the internet
 
Has there ever been any serious study done of exactly what has to snap like a rotten rubber band in the brain for this to result, along the lines of Blanchard and AGP typology explaining troons?
No and if anyone ever tried the troons and allies would hound them until their lives are ruined.
 
That would be me. I had a considerably lower voice than Shmorky, which is probably why he tried so hard to get his voice pitch higher and higher. He was always in competition with women around him. You should have seen him at the one convention we attended together, Small Press Expo '14, he was a fucking nightmare the entire time. It was fucking Caligula in that room. Just one giant troon beauty contest. There were more troons than real women. I'm having 'Nam style flashbacks about it right now. It was the largest collection I've ever seen of the rudest people I've ever interacted with. The attitude of everyone there can be best described as the culmination of every 'Heathers' lunch table at every high school school in this nation.

Most of the "artists" I met there are probably people who have their own threads on here. As far as I remember, I met that black chick 'Spike' who runs 'Smut Peddler Comics', or whatever it's called. GlitchedPuppet - which then led me to having the most surreal 4th Wall breaking moment of my life when I saw a furry catlike character named after me (but slightly misspelled for plausible deniability) in one of His?Her? comics saying exact words that I had written from my own projects. Erika Moen I believe was there but we never crossed paths. I met KC Greene, who was actually normal and pretty cool, and some troon with long red hair who was loud and obnoxious as fuck and got married to comics. Just, the concept of comics. They brought a priest in and everything. All the artists were charactures of eccentric people you'd see depicted in Frasier, if the writers of Frasier watched their families die in a car fire.

And Shmorky was the same damn way. He made me do all the work at the table. All of it. Greetings, sales, making change, autograph requests. At least when he felt like signing autographs. He was rude to every customer, and when I told him 'the least you could do is smile at people', he gave me a dressing down about how it's very misogynist to insist that women should smile. So I just did all the work and we made $1700 or so over those two nights while Shmorky sat there looking miserable while men, some of them teenage boys, in dresses fawned and SIMPed over him. Frighteningly enough, yes, there were some kids and teens there. A lot of them were cosplaying Pokemon or cartoon characters. Despite the fact this was absolutely not a child-friendly event as a lot of the artists there were cartoon pornographers who often depicted very child-like colorful characters sucking each other's dicks and openly selling this content at their tables.

I turned out to be the wet blanket of the whole affair because I refused to go to the afterparty. Shmorky and I were invited to go to dinner with Spike and some of the others (Glitched Puppet may have been there too) because they were the most arrogant, snotty bastards I'd ever (tried) to talk to. I tried introducing myself and joining in on their conversation, but they just talked right the fuck over me like 'whose white cis bitch this is?' So I stormed back off to the hotel room. In retrospect, I am very, very glad I did not witness what that afterparty entailed because there may have been some goddamn Eyes Wide Shut shit happening in the penthouse and there were enough underage kids there to go around. Also a WHOLE LOTTA ADDERAL, among other things like Ecstacy. Even I bought some weed off a guy. Mostly to make interfacing with all of Shmorky's friends and fans tolerable.

I don't know if we have a thread on here about an obnoxious redheaded troon comic artist who makes art on dollar bills and sells them to people (which I believe is technically not legal) But that guy needs to be checked out, whoever he is. He was the biggest deal of the whole convention. I lowkey wondered if he made the dollar bill art for people to then be used for snorting the Addy. Even Shmorky was fawning over him and made me go ask him for an autographed comic because he was too scared to face him himself. Waited in line over and hour for that shit.

Sorry for rambling about my experience at the Small Press Expo, but I swear to God some Kiwi should go undercover and check that shit out one day. It's like the Bohemian Grove of lolcows.

Again I thank my lucky stars that I didn't attend that afterparty because Shmorky stated clearly and emphatically multiple times in our relationship that he would be A-OK with getting cucked, or having a polyamorous relationship. And he was real fucking upset he couldn't get up in that troon fuckpile. Because I also emphatically stated that this is not how this works. This is not how any of this works. At least I actually stayed faithful, and wasn't in a separate room grooming teenage girls. And it's a damn good thing I put my foot down that night because that would have been one of the only nights Shmorky would have had clear, unsupervised access to minors that worshiped him.

That's also probably why he didn't mind Lowtax giving me gifts all the time, but I just found it all very insulting. I find the whole idea of cucking to be insulting to women. Why would you not care that your man doesn't care who fucks you? It's the opposite of a female power fantasy. Women want to be fought over and be the object of envy, not indifference. I don't get it. But I don't get why he wore a fucking yarn wig either.

Always love to see deep dives into goon backstories but jeezus....this is just disturbing as all get out.
 
Most of the "artists" I met there are probably people who have their own threads on here. As far as I remember, I met that black chick 'Spike' who runs 'Smut Peddler Comics', or whatever it's called.

That's Spike Trotman. It's somewhat ironic she'd be at such a degenerate convention after having been the co-founder of the so-called "Burned Furs" movement, which at the time (about 1998) mainly campaigned against the open degeneracy of the furry fandom.
 
It's been almost three months and Lowtax still hasn't sold the site.

I guess he'll just keep things in limbo forever.

Seems like Jeffrey is happy to do the same. If he was serious, he would set a deadline and walk away from the deal if it hadn't completed by then.
 
Back