Quas0nix
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Looks like Trill's meltdown the other day was the last straw.
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He'a going on one last namesearching spree like the autist he is
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Mission 20: Screaming Souls
Okay, screw this shit. I’m done.
I don’t want this to be overlong, or too sentimental but whatever, twitter is fucking garbage now and this handle has way too much attention. The bad kind.
I can’t make even a somewhat mild take that goes against the mainstream or insult someone that has more than 1000 followers without a bunch of dregs like trolls remorse laden dipshits, self flagellant mediocre whites and tumblr sociopaths who have been stalking me for 2-3+ years cause I made fun of the lesbian version of incels or said fairy pronouns are fucking stupid and insulting to the actual trans, gay and bisexual people I know and love.
And I legitimately don’t understand the amount of hostility and animus towards me, even as someone that basically does the internet equivalent of throwing bags of flaming poop everywhere. Maybe I am getting old, or maybe I’m just stupid, but it just strikes me as MASSIVELY out of proportion to how I acted at even my worst.
You’d think I actually did something really bad like rape someone, molest someone, try to groom someone, or do something else that violated someone’s rights or mental security. Something more grievous than saying nono words, maybe the occasional bad take, or telling less than kind jokes. It’s very telling when people who said shit way worse than I do are somehow “friends” with odd sociopaths while not meaningfully changing their behavior in any way, just pointing it towards the “chuds” or “incels” or whatever meaningless buzzword they’re slapping onto people they harass this week.
These people will ignore and laugh at genuine harassment towards me because they’re in denial that they used to be like me and they’re overcompensating and trollshielding. They’re vampires raging at their own lack of a reflection and punching a mirror.
I’ve always maintained to people that I’d quit this handle soon as I turned 30 or it wasn’t fun anymore and guess what? Both things happened! On all my social media (under this handle anyway) I keep getting death threats, suicide baiting, people maliciously pretending to be my mother and my deceased boyfriend, telling me that said deceased boyfriend is in hell and of course, that predictable, low effort kung pow penis bullshit.
People that casually dropped slurs now are whiny self flagellants, like how bro_pair and bambooey or whatever dumbfuck handle he’s got now turned out. And people part of a new cult hate nobody more than a nonbeliever, and that’s what this woke shit is. It’s a cult.
And the funniest and perhaps most frustrating aspect of this is that if I was a woman, pretended to be a woman, faked being trans (like pritchard or nerdskull) or non binary (like sonicfox) or whatever else, all of this shit would be considered beyond the pale and bigoted, and I’d be able to rally an army of simps and self flagellant “ex troll” fanatics to hassle whoever I didn’t like.
I’d be like most of these dipshit checkmarks and “big” twitter accounts, who instead of being punished in any way for their consequences, are ignored when they break the rules and even REWARDED for the shit.
And all the grief and dumb internet beefs associated with the handle would be directly contrary to how I want to actually be known. This was never meant to be my primary internet presence or my greatest ambition. I’m a writer, god damn it, and I never intended for my things to be published as “trilllizard” or whatever. I’m passionate about video games and I want to write about them, including shit that I actually like, but the only thing that gets any attention on this account or most things related to games online are either directly negative or get swamped by negativity because how dare you criticize the godly PS4 or whatever stupid game of the month that will be forgotten in 4 months time. But I refuse to turn into an insane contrarian, a console cultist, or a cucked out windsock like Jim Sterling, too.
I Refuse.
And I’m strongly suspicious a lot of my following just wants to see dudes rant and roar at things. They don’t even care WHAT things, they just wanna see people endlessly shit on things, and that’s just no fucking way to live. Especially since I have a lot of things that I really like, but nobody seems to ever want to engage with that shit. That never goes viral, only stupid bait tweets or me saying something looks generic to bad. It’s fucking enraging. People get mad at me because I am apparently “/v/ incarnate” and “if you put every negative quality of /v/ in one person” but they never bother to look at anything else besides my tweets that went big. Oh, or the ones that do go big get Cancelled by some tumblr pedophile or some mystery person who I’ve never heard of who has some bizarre grudge against me. That’s always really fun.
You can keep that shit. I don’t want it.
I’m under no delusions about the internet being NICER. I remember people trolling in memoriam websites. I remember people posting shock images offend teens and non internet savvy people.
But slowly, the internet has lost the independent streak. If the 1990s and early 2000s were the Wild West of the internet, then this is the seizure of the internet by corporate internets and the death of the cowboys and wild west. The disparate forums and subcultures are gone and now it’s all very sterile and neat websites that are run by like, 5 different megacorps and publicly traded companies. They all screenshot and steal posts from each other, so it’s not like you can fucking escape them.
And I swear, these fucking websites keep engineering themselves to get their audience all riled up, in between the editorial ass “trends” they so obviously astroturf and these things like “see this person that your follower replied to! This is TOTALLY not an attempt to get more arguments out of this because rage is the only way we get engagement since we banned the actually funny and amusing people!” and exposing likes for the whole world to see, plus the Almighty Algorithm. Just look at places like fucking youtube or Twitter. Mods and jannies, right, even as insane and stupid as they were were PEOPLE. These websites have automated processes and bend the knee to entertainment megacorps and malicious actors who abuse copyright. There’s nobody to fucking reason with now. You have to yell at their social media to get EVEN A CHANCE FOR A PERSON TO LOOK AT SOMETHING.
If you’re a friend and you stuck by me until the end, thank you. I love you and endlessly appreciate you, and I mean that. If you were someone I talked to who turned on me for clout or for ill defined reasons, ESPECIALLY if we used to be friends, go fuck yourself. But you have to live with yourself, and that’s not a fate I’d wish on my worst enemy, cause you’re completely vacuous and hollow, filled with nothing but bile, without knowing that acid is something that damages the container as much or more than the object of your rage. Or maybe you do know, but you can’t do anything about it cause you cucked yourself. God bless you, Amen onto you, for you have attained your reward here and now.
If you’re someone who fucking hates me and I live rent free in your head, get a fucking hobby, talk to a shrink, get laid, do whatever besides obsess over me. Cause I’m done. I won’t be here anymore. I’M GONE. Go find someone you actually LIKE who can tolerate your bizarre ass. If you even can. Also stop fucking harassing my friends, and I promise you, your life will get a improvement overnight. But you probably don’t want to improve, do you? You just wanna keep stamping your feet and getting mad. I refuse to play this shit anymore.
I’m done. I’ve got better things coming, and my revenge for you will come from me living well or dying while trying.
And if I did legitimately wrong you and didn’t get the chance to make amends privately, I’m sorry.
I'm going to deactivate this account the nanosecond I get my new shit set up.
acta est fabula, plaudite!
Okay, screw this shit. I’m done.
I don’t want this to be overlong, or too sentimental but whatever, twitter is fucking garbage now and this handle has way too much attention. The bad kind.
I can’t make even a somewhat mild take that goes against the mainstream or insult someone that has more than 1000 followers without a bunch of dregs like trolls remorse laden dipshits, self flagellant mediocre whites and tumblr sociopaths who have been stalking me for 2-3+ years cause I made fun of the lesbian version of incels or said fairy pronouns are fucking stupid and insulting to the actual trans, gay and bisexual people I know and love.
And I legitimately don’t understand the amount of hostility and animus towards me, even as someone that basically does the internet equivalent of throwing bags of flaming poop everywhere. Maybe I am getting old, or maybe I’m just stupid, but it just strikes me as MASSIVELY out of proportion to how I acted at even my worst.
You’d think I actually did something really bad like rape someone, molest someone, try to groom someone, or do something else that violated someone’s rights or mental security. Something more grievous than saying nono words, maybe the occasional bad take, or telling less than kind jokes. It’s very telling when people who said shit way worse than I do are somehow “friends” with odd sociopaths while not meaningfully changing their behavior in any way, just pointing it towards the “chuds” or “incels” or whatever meaningless buzzword they’re slapping onto people they harass this week.
These people will ignore and laugh at genuine harassment towards me because they’re in denial that they used to be like me and they’re overcompensating and trollshielding. They’re vampires raging at their own lack of a reflection and punching a mirror.
I’ve always maintained to people that I’d quit this handle soon as I turned 30 or it wasn’t fun anymore and guess what? Both things happened! On all my social media (under this handle anyway) I keep getting death threats, suicide baiting, people maliciously pretending to be my mother and my deceased boyfriend, telling me that said deceased boyfriend is in hell and of course, that predictable, low effort kung pow penis bullshit.
People that casually dropped slurs now are whiny self flagellants, like how bro_pair and bambooey or whatever dumbfuck handle he’s got now turned out. And people part of a new cult hate nobody more than a nonbeliever, and that’s what this woke shit is. It’s a cult.
And the funniest and perhaps most frustrating aspect of this is that if I was a woman, pretended to be a woman, faked being trans (like pritchard or nerdskull) or non binary (like sonicfox) or whatever else, all of this shit would be considered beyond the pale and bigoted, and I’d be able to rally an army of simps and self flagellant “ex troll” fanatics to hassle whoever I didn’t like.
I’d be like most of these dipshit checkmarks and “big” twitter accounts, who instead of being punished in any way for their consequences, are ignored when they break the rules and even REWARDED for the shit.
And all the grief and dumb internet beefs associated with the handle would be directly contrary to how I want to actually be known. This was never meant to be my primary internet presence or my greatest ambition. I’m a writer, god damn it, and I never intended for my things to be published as “trilllizard” or whatever. I’m passionate about video games and I want to write about them, including shit that I actually like, but the only thing that gets any attention on this account or most things related to games online are either directly negative or get swamped by negativity because how dare you criticize the godly PS4 or whatever stupid game of the month that will be forgotten in 4 months time. But I refuse to turn into an insane contrarian, a console cultist, or a cucked out windsock like Jim Sterling, too.
I Refuse.
And I’m strongly suspicious a lot of my following just wants to see dudes rant and roar at things. They don’t even care WHAT things, they just wanna see people endlessly shit on things, and that’s just no fucking way to live. Especially since I have a lot of things that I really like, but nobody seems to ever want to engage with that shit. That never goes viral, only stupid bait tweets or me saying something looks generic to bad. It’s fucking enraging. People get mad at me because I am apparently “/v/ incarnate” and “if you put every negative quality of /v/ in one person” but they never bother to look at anything else besides my tweets that went big. Oh, or the ones that do go big get Cancelled by some tumblr pedophile or some mystery person who I’ve never heard of who has some bizarre grudge against me. That’s always really fun.
You can keep that shit. I don’t want it.
I’m under no delusions about the internet being NICER. I remember people trolling in memoriam websites. I remember people posting shock images offend teens and non internet savvy people.
But slowly, the internet has lost the independent streak. If the 1990s and early 2000s were the Wild West of the internet, then this is the seizure of the internet by corporate internets and the death of the cowboys and wild west. The disparate forums and subcultures are gone and now it’s all very sterile and neat websites that are run by like, 5 different megacorps and publicly traded companies. They all screenshot and steal posts from each other, so it’s not like you can fucking escape them.
And I swear, these fucking websites keep engineering themselves to get their audience all riled up, in between the editorial ass “trends” they so obviously astroturf and these things like “see this person that your follower replied to! This is TOTALLY not an attempt to get more arguments out of this because rage is the only way we get engagement since we banned the actually funny and amusing people!” and exposing likes for the whole world to see, plus the Almighty Algorithm. Just look at places like fucking youtube or Twitter. Mods and jannies, right, even as insane and stupid as they were were PEOPLE. These websites have automated processes and bend the knee to entertainment megacorps and malicious actors who abuse copyright. There’s nobody to fucking reason with now. You have to yell at their social media to get EVEN A CHANCE FOR A PERSON TO LOOK AT SOMETHING.
If you’re a friend and you stuck by me until the end, thank you. I love you and endlessly appreciate you, and I mean that. If you were someone I talked to who turned on me for clout or for ill defined reasons, ESPECIALLY if we used to be friends, go fuck yourself. But you have to live with yourself, and that’s not a fate I’d wish on my worst enemy, cause you’re completely vacuous and hollow, filled with nothing but bile, without knowing that acid is something that damages the container as much or more than the object of your rage. Or maybe you do know, but you can’t do anything about it cause you cucked yourself. God bless you, Amen onto you, for you have attained your reward here and now.
If you’re someone who fucking hates me and I live rent free in your head, get a fucking hobby, talk to a shrink, get laid, do whatever besides obsess over me. Cause I’m done. I won’t be here anymore. I’M GONE. Go find someone you actually LIKE who can tolerate your bizarre ass. If you even can. Also stop fucking harassing my friends, and I promise you, your life will get a improvement overnight. But you probably don’t want to improve, do you? You just wanna keep stamping your feet and getting mad. I refuse to play this shit anymore.
I’m done. I’ve got better things coming, and my revenge for you will come from me living well or dying while trying.
And if I did legitimately wrong you and didn’t get the chance to make amends privately, I’m sorry.
I'm going to deactivate this account the nanosecond I get my new shit set up.
acta est fabula, plaudite!
Edit:
He'a going on one last namesearching spree like the autist he is
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