Second only to printer paper and Crayola markers, live performance is the only medium Chris can get a grip on. Nothing would come of it, but one can wonder if Charlottesville has something like a speaker's corner...Suppose Chris could write a stage play about sonichu.
The fact that he hasn't given it out over the past 15 years should answer your question.
Kinda sad considering Chris’s e-infamy was built on his obsession with vidya just as much as it was on Sonichu. Nowadays it seems like he doesn’t give many fucks about gaming even as far as Pokemon and Sonic is concerned, two of his most beloved franchises. He’s just another candy crush casual at this point. Everything else is just merge, merge, ponies, merge, transformers, merge, merge, mama said this, merge, merge— you get the idea.
Maybe but I imagine it'd be terrible with a random sonichu card picture update every few months or something.
He hasn't posted anything on his Patreon account in like two or three years tho right? I imagine he would give up on his Onlyfans pretty fast since that would require him to make an effort in something and we all know how fast Chris loses interest in anything that requires even the least amount of work.
Maybe he could get those Praetor guys to run the account (And likely take most the money in the process) and pretend to be Chris interacting with his fans?
Chris actually made this?
I think if you ask Chris his age, he'll tell you he's 39, but add on that he's "young at heart." I think it's that he can relate to younger people more. It's weird because Chris was raised to like older things; in his 20s, he still liked stuff like Gilligan's Island and Red Skelton. If Pokemon or Sonic didn't show up when they did, Chris would have hung out with older people because his parents were the only friends Chris has ever known.
I'd say its just the autism not letting him see the obvious. he can sanitize his hands all he wants but the second he touches anything in the chandler house his hands are contaminated with all the decades worth of filth, mold, fecal matter, shame, and failure that coats everything in his home.
He knows they lied to him. He knows it was all bullshit, it was explained to him just how bullshit all of it was. He keeps up with it because it is easier than acknowledging that he's a fat, aging retard with no prospects who is more gullible than a child with brain damage.
