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ZOE QUINN FINALLY GOING TO KILL HERSELF
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2019-11-13 at 1:47 AM UTC
I just wanted to add, for those semi-autistic people who are on this thread who have trouble recognizing hyperbole, that there wasn't really a waist-deep pile of sex toys in the bathroom in Max Phipps apartment. Here I'll tell the literal truth about Max Phipps bathroom instead of the colorful version …
When you entered the already cramped bathroom, there was always a vibrator behind the sink faucets. Why a man needed to keep a vibrator in the open in his bathroom, I'll never understand.
The bathroom was already cramped. Max Phipps had picked this as a place to store a padded sex couch (elevates a man's ass who lies on it stomach first) with metal railings in here around the same size as your typical Sears weight bench. So in order to be able to sit on the toilet, you had to push this bench backs towards the wall so that it now blocked the door to exit.
But wait, I have not got to the best part yet. Max always had a series of strapped bondage gear and strap-on paraphernalia that was drying over the shower curtain rod. It is like he had to have some massive cleanup each night after some wild gay bacchanalia he conducted in his apartment. I will give the man one thing - he was concerned with hygiene because the place smelled very strongly of the bleach that all this stuff was soaked in before it dried out.
So once you were seated on the toilet, it was impossible to simply turn your head to the left even an inch because there was usually a 9 inch rubber dildo hanging at nose level on the strap-on right in front of your face on the curtain rod.
You might try to think to yourself … This is an absurd situation, I'll just try to make the best of it, perhaps read something, keep my head to the right and pretend I don't see any of this stuff. There was the strange occasional bump to your left shoulder that was like something in a horror movie, you just knew it was the rubber dildo poking into your back on that side but you sat there quietly ignoring it. You would reach for the stack of literature that was piled to one side beneath the sink … let's see if we can find something here …
NAVY COCKS COME ASHORE … skip …
MANLOADS : SUMMER COMING UP … skip …
BOYS AND TOYS AND JOYS … skip …
…. (rifling through around thirty gay magazines) ….
… Okay … here's a flyer from Target.
You'd turn the pages, looking at consumer items on sale … then notice when it got to the menswear section there were a series of bizarre stains on the pages … recoil in horror and throw it back onto the pile.
You'd think "A MAN HAS GOT TO SET LIMITS FOR THE PURPOSE OF HIS OWN HUMAN DIGNITY WHEN IT COMES TO A JOB AND THIS SITUATION EXCEEDS THOSE LIMITS. EXCEEDS WHAT IS REASONABLE TO BE EXPECTED OF ANY WELL ADJUSTED PERSON."
Feeling revulsion, you'd realize you now had to try to wash your hands whilst remaining seated, you'd twist sideways, turn on the water and reach for the hand soap bottle, also covered in strange stains … finally you would just rinse your hands under the tap … impulsively reach for a hand towel hanging on the rack … think better of it, just shake your hands dry and hold them in front of you.
Max Phipps would scream from the meeting room … "Did you fall in, Yank?!? We're waiting out here! I don't have all day."
Right, you'd think … attempt to stand and complete the exercise without touching anything. Shuffle sideways and attempt to rinse your hands again, using your elbows to turn the taps … shake your hands dry … "Be right out, Max, just a minute!"
You would pull the ass-pounder bench back against the toilet so you could open the door, trying to use the inside of your wrists to turn the knob, then exit back to the meeting where Phipps would talk for hours and hours without ever making a point or even conveying any real information. He would usually grow so shrill and enraged his face would flush bright red and the veins on his forehead would bulge as he indicted the movie and television industry for never recognizing the true extent of his talent and reminding us all again how lucky that peasants like we were even exposed to his social strata for any reason, claiming to know a wide variety of famous people he hobnobbed about with who led superior glamorous lives that we should never know. All the while Philip Moore would sit silently at his side nodding his head, tears of joy and love in his eyes hanging on Max's every word. He might occasionally insert a confirmation to Max … "You got it that time, Max!" or "Max, once again you have nailed it!" or "Max, we are lucky to even have you!" (Imagine Philip Hoffman in The Big Lebowski as the rich man's butler toady except a hundred pounds lighter and with the build of Pee-Wee Herman.)
This was part of the requirements for the job. This wasn't just one day. This was the "team meeting" twice a week and after it was over I was never really certain what had been discussed, coming away with no useful semantic information about anything.
Those of you who think I have lied about any of this should know what I have done is exaggerate for effect in many places, like claiming that his apartment was waist-deep in dildos. That is simply not the truth, it is however so funny it conveys the truth.
Cleveland Mark Blakemore said: ↑
Now here's the literal truth about Max's "beta testing ring" …
One night I had constructed a crude prototype editor using Paradox 4.0 to edit dialogue trees, which would give Philip and Max the capacity to edit dialogues and specify logic tests and actions connected with the text itself. They had repeatedly asked for it and after I began to get the shell of the game going I agreed this was a priority so we could continue working independently. Paradox was the closet thing to a RAD tool for text applications I owned so I wrote it in Paradox and then learned how to export the resulting data files to my code in the resource editor.
I was scheduled to demo it at the next team meeting and I got it working pretty well for testing.
One of the things I had noticed when at Max Phipps apartment is this mysterious phenomenon of teenage boys appearing and disappearing at random. Like you would be sitting at his kitchen table reading over some story scenario materials he had just produced and all of a sudden like in a stage play, a person would appear.
All of a sudden, this kid who looked around 14 would emerge silently from what I had previously thought was a broom closet, cross the room behind me and vanish into another cupola door near Max's bedroom. I'd hesitate a second, not knowing if this kid was actually supposed to be here or why. I had thought when I first arrived it was nothing but Max and I in the apartment. He had these strange "presences" in the apartment, teenage boys all around all the time. -
2019-11-13 at 1:49 AM UTC
Originally posted by aldra that sort of thing ruins your life and career prospects. if it was true he should've kidnapped her again. if it wasn't he should've kidnapped her for real
or just sued her.. or not let it ruin your life.. I hate to say this and I feel bad for the gont killing himself but he did it to himself.. did donald trump or bret vagenaugh or Bill Krozby let it ruin them? No because those gonts are freedom fighters and stand for themselves. anyone with half a brain knows hashtagme2 is a bunch of baloney, maybe men should stand by their guns and pull up their boot straps and fight these witches in court -
2019-11-13 at 1:54 AM UTC
Originally posted by Bill Krozby pshshh get out of here with that bullshit, herpes schmerpes, back in my day everyone used to do crank off of titties dancers asses and we all had the hurp durp, its common knowledge that most americans have the hurpadew and that porn starts are regularlly tested for vanarial diseases. leave the poor weeb alone, she did nothing wrong.
What is america coming to where you can't even be a porn star BUT ITS BASICALLY PROSTITUTION KROLO! So what prostitution should be legal everywhere.. if you don't want in on her video cames or her smelly snatch then fuck off?
Whoa there Sir Whiteknightlissimus. You're supposed to do that somewhere where the thot can see you, so that you can show her how much of a good boy you were and beg for e-pussy.
TBH I don't particularly care either way, y'all white knights are creeps, she's a bitch, GG are virgins and y'all deserve each other. It was mildly lulzworthy to call Five Guys Burgers to ask them for a Zoe Quinn special but that got old fast. Y'all need to find new thots to worship. -
2019-11-13 at 1:57 AM UTC
Originally posted by Skulltag Whoa there Sir Whiteknightlissimus. You're supposed to do that somewhere where the thot can see you, so that you can show her how much of a good boy you were and beg for e-pussy.
TBH I don't particularly care either way, y'all white knights are creeps, she's a bitch, GG are virgins and y'all deserve each other. It was mildly lulzworthy to call Five Guys Burgers to ask them for a Zoe Quinn special but that got old fast. Y'all need to find new thots to worship.
I'm not worshipping her at all you bloody cunt, m8. I just said I don't know who she is and why she's such a big deal. All I did was say I like commander keen. you mad lil bromo? -
2019-11-13 at 2:10 AM UTC
Originally posted by Bill Krozby I'm not worshipping her at all you bloody cunt, m8. I just said I don't know who she is and why she's such a big deal. All I did was say I like commander keen. you mad lil bromo?
Now now then, settle down, don't be a barmy prat just yet. Whiteknighting is worshipping, but there's nothing wrong with worshipping a thot. After all, not everyone can get laid. Plus if it keeps your tongue out of me arse, I'd rather you worship a slag anyway.
Thotties Akbar and such and some, more power to you. More whitepowerknighting. And yeah, I'm mad. Absolutely fucking furious in fact, so much so that me bollocks are pulsating from all the blood circulating. Here lad, have a bonus for being such a wazzock:
Enjoy ye wank, you tosser. You deserve it for being the only cunt fatter than Chelsea's :3
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2019-11-13 at 2:14 AM UTC
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2019-11-13 at 2:15 AM UTCLol. Wariat desperately trying to get noticed. Good job boi, get a cookie out of the cookie jar.
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2019-11-13 at 2:51 AM UTC
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2019-11-13 at 2:53 AM UTC
Originally posted by Skulltag Now now then, settle down, don't be a barmy prat just yet. Whiteknighting is worshipping, but there's nothing wrong with worshipping a thot. After all, not everyone can get laid. Plus if it keeps your tongue out of me arse, I'd rather you worship a slag anyway.
Thotties Akbar and such and some, more power to you. More whitepowerknighting. And yeah, I'm mad. Absolutely fucking furious in fact, so much so that me bollocks are pulsating from all the blood circulating. Here lad, have a bonus for being such a wazzock:
Enjoy ye wank, you tosser. You deserve it for being the only cunt fatter than Chelsea's :3
not sure what you're gibbering about you total wanka -
2019-11-13 at 11:31 AM UTCSweet, now I can get banned from Reddit. I commented that she SHOULD kill herself, corrected a bunch of people saying "They, them, their" instead of "she, her, hers", and generally got mad because people really think this is about her being a girl, not about the shit she did.
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2019-11-13 at 11:44 AM UTC
Originally posted by AngryIVer Sweet, now I can get banned from Reddit. I commented that she SHOULD kill herself, corrected a bunch of people saying "They, them, their" instead of "she, her, hers", and generally got mad because people really think this is about her being a girl, not about the shit she did.
what ? masturbatory posts and monologues in your own one man forum no longer gets you off ? -
2019-11-13 at 12 PM UTC
