James Corbett / ramonasewage / lonelyfrontier - Nora Reed's Equally Salty Rat King Friend with a huge hateboner for Randi Harper and Kiwi Farms
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Oh, my "negative review" of your game? You mean the one where I suggested that Emergence had the potential to be decent if it was less of a powerpoint presentation and had more actual story to it? Where I labelled it as significantly better than many other JPATG titles because it was at least well-written? The review of which you basically fapped to?
Oh yeah, I was so fucking hard on you, what with not verbally sodomizing your game with a fucking concrete drill. You know, like I did to Nora's game which I didn't have the ability to make funny, such was its awfulness, and depressingly broken shit like ReGiCiDe. In fact, as of this posting, your game is actually approaching the top of the list for quality, which means it's likely to leave the ten worst list if your associates keep cranking out complete garbage.
Or you actually apply yourself, but let's not let facts get in the way of narrative now, asshole.
James is really mad.
All of this is a cow crossver by the way, as the "blog post" that has been getting dunked on was by fellow lolcow Luke Lockhart
All of this is a cow crossver by the way, as the "blog post" that has been getting dunked on was by fellow lolcow Luke Lockhart
fakeandgay
kiwifarms.net
lol destroyed
I always enjoy when these people pretend they have some sort of "reputation" like any of us have heard of them before they went batshit insane yelling at random people
James Corbett said:
One reason I think Corbett here might be a bit more than is let off? Self-awareness. There's none of the "this character is bad because boobs" you see with many Rat King members. You see genuine aspirations in him. Good ones, too - Corbett praises her confidence, her attitude. That's worthy of note.
I can't shake the feeling that if Corbett could break away from troonerism and the Rat King, you might have someone who could legit be the sort that wouldn't even warrant coverage here. That and if they could get away from their own being an insufferable prick.
JESSE SINGAL is of course referring to the time Nora RRREEEEd was harassing Singal and Randi Harper for months, culminating when she stole the Social Autopsy account name and used it to harass them further, leading to Randi having to post a "buried comment" on KotakuInAction after they were falsely accusing her/Singal of being the ones behind the account.
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"ageplay stuff"
James' "partner"
GRAHAM LINEHAN
GAMERGATE! SOHA KAREEM!
James is still butthurt that a journalist investigated whether Alison Rapp was a prostitute or not, so much that he brings it up regarding Jessica Price, a toxic woman who was fired twice in two years for being a shithead on social media.
"friend" James is as bad as Jake Alley in thinking randos on Twitter are his "friends." Nobody cares about Alison Rapp because she got herself fired for prostitution.
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James chimped out over an article claiming "sexism" at Riot Games. James has harassed Soha Kareem for years, she works at Riot as their diversity and inclusion lead. RANDI! https://kotaku.com/inside-the-culture-of-sexism-at-riot-games-1828165483
Who is "harassing" idiots like James? Everything I've seen has been completely one-sided with him raging about Soha for years.
A verified account shit on him. Cow crossovers with Rebecca Gerber and Jake Alley, the latter of which also harassed Soha, got blocked, and is now trying to blame her when people do not want to associate with a creep like himself.
Chimped out so hard he has to "enter [his] problematic headspace again."
Edit: James is butthurt that people are still warning others that Nicholas "sarah" Nyberg is a self-admitted pedophile.
He then suicide baited and blamed Gamergate, alt-games/Soha Kareem
Posted on September 7, 2018
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Last night, I was drunk, and also going through a manic episode that ended in me being severely depressed afterwards. To the point that I stumbled my way through my apartment, looking up at the ceiling to see if I had anything; a hook or some sort of object strong enough to be able to support my body weight if I were to hang myself on it. And then when I couldn’t, I simply slumped back into my chair, crying, and dialed up the first friend I saw on Discord. I was at a point where if I didn’t have someone around, even if only in a digital capacity, I would have found a different way to hurt myself. I’m thankful she was there. Like I’ve said in previous posts, I don’t want to die, but I also have a brain that doesn’t want me to live.
I should probably explain myself a little better. Despite all my public blog posts saying otherwise, it should be plainly obvious to everyone that I never actually did get over a lot of terrible things that happened in 2015. The post-gamergate harassment and all the shit with alt-games. I still have nightmares about how close I came to losing my friend Hazel because of what those assholes did to her. It’s unforgivable. The fact that they’re still hurting people doesn’t help.
In addition to that, another one of my long-distance friends has more or less been driven offline. Yet another example of “if we call the problematic tranny a pedophile enough times, everyone will believe it, even if it’s total bullshit.” That shit happened to my friend Sarah years back, and there’s a reason why you haven’t seen or heard from her in a long time. And it sucks, and it’s unfair, that the only way to avoid something like that is to silence yourself and disappear. I didn’t fucking destroy my reputation and put my personal safety at risk for a group of ungrateful white feminists four years ago just to say that yeah, actually, the only way to avoid online harassment is to not be online. To never express yourself and have a voice.
My friends are disappearing for their own sakes, what’s left of my family is slowly dying, my girlfriend is currently laying in a hospital bed in the ER because of a medical condition. All this stress, and my own fucked up mental illness are keeping me from making things; work on all my projects has been super slow, and I hate it. I feel like I’m letting down all the people who support me monetarily. I can’t help but feel like I’m a massive failure. A failure as a person (because everyone hates me; do a quick Twitter search), a failure as a friend, a failure as a partner, a failure as an artist. Just in general, an absolute failure. If I can’t be me, and I also can’t help the people in my life, then what good am I?
My coping mechanism has been to drink, and yell and cry over the slightest inconvenience. I have completely lost control. Nobody ever wants to feel helpless and powerless, and that’s all I feel anymore. My one constant companion is my own internal voice, helpfully reminding me that I’m horrible, and have always been horrible, and that the entire world is justified in its outright hatred of me.
And it’s blasphemous for me to say, as someone who is compelled to always be “on,” but maybe I should be “off” for a while. That I should take a break. I mean, yeah, I’m currently completely useless and unable to do anything of any worth, but it would probably be so much worse if I did something stupid and weren’t even physically around to be useless. I’m tired. I’m tired of crying in front of my friends because I had another PTSD flashback. I’m tired of being mad. I’m tired of being reminded of the past. I’m tired of everyone I care about being in pain. I’m simply tired of all this bullshit. The fact that I straight up planned to kill myself last night should be a testament to that.
So, I think, I should maybe go away for a while. Limit what I do online. Change my real life routine. It’s hard to move on when you’re constantly being given a daily reminder of what you’re trying to move on from. As someone who watches a lot of wrestling “shoot” interviews, I don’t want to end up like Bret Hart having to talk about the Montreal Screwjob twenty years after it happened. I’d like to go back to being happy, or at least as happy as a bipolar tranny freak can be.
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Last night, I was drunk, and also going through a manic episode that ended in me being severely depressed afterwards. To the point that I stumbled my way through my apartment, looking up at the ceiling to see if I had anything; a hook or some sort of object strong enough to be able to support my body weight if I were to hang myself on it. And then when I couldn’t, I simply slumped back into my chair, crying, and dialed up the first friend I saw on Discord. I was at a point where if I didn’t have someone around, even if only in a digital capacity, I would have found a different way to hurt myself. I’m thankful she was there. Like I’ve said in previous posts, I don’t want to die, but I also have a brain that doesn’t want me to live.
I should probably explain myself a little better. Despite all my public blog posts saying otherwise, it should be plainly obvious to everyone that I never actually did get over a lot of terrible things that happened in 2015. The post-gamergate harassment and all the shit with alt-games. I still have nightmares about how close I came to losing my friend Hazel because of what those assholes did to her. It’s unforgivable. The fact that they’re still hurting people doesn’t help.
In addition to that, another one of my long-distance friends has more or less been driven offline. Yet another example of “if we call the problematic tranny a pedophile enough times, everyone will believe it, even if it’s total bullshit.” That shit happened to my friend Sarah years back, and there’s a reason why you haven’t seen or heard from her in a long time. And it sucks, and it’s unfair, that the only way to avoid something like that is to silence yourself and disappear. I didn’t fucking destroy my reputation and put my personal safety at risk for a group of ungrateful white feminists four years ago just to say that yeah, actually, the only way to avoid online harassment is to not be online. To never express yourself and have a voice.
My friends are disappearing for their own sakes, what’s left of my family is slowly dying, my girlfriend is currently laying in a hospital bed in the ER because of a medical condition. All this stress, and my own fucked up mental illness are keeping me from making things; work on all my projects has been super slow, and I hate it. I feel like I’m letting down all the people who support me monetarily. I can’t help but feel like I’m a massive failure. A failure as a person (because everyone hates me; do a quick Twitter search), a failure as a friend, a failure as a partner, a failure as an artist. Just in general, an absolute failure. If I can’t be me, and I also can’t help the people in my life, then what good am I?
My coping mechanism has been to drink, and yell and cry over the slightest inconvenience. I have completely lost control. Nobody ever wants to feel helpless and powerless, and that’s all I feel anymore. My one constant companion is my own internal voice, helpfully reminding me that I’m horrible, and have always been horrible, and that the entire world is justified in its outright hatred of me.
And it’s blasphemous for me to say, as someone who is compelled to always be “on,” but maybe I should be “off” for a while. That I should take a break. I mean, yeah, I’m currently completely useless and unable to do anything of any worth, but it would probably be so much worse if I did something stupid and weren’t even physically around to be useless. I’m tired. I’m tired of crying in front of my friends because I had another PTSD flashback. I’m tired of being mad. I’m tired of being reminded of the past. I’m tired of everyone I care about being in pain. I’m simply tired of all this bullshit. The fact that I straight up planned to kill myself last night should be a testament to that.
So, I think, I should maybe go away for a while. Limit what I do online. Change my real life routine. It’s hard to move on when you’re constantly being given a daily reminder of what you’re trying to move on from. As someone who watches a lot of wrestling “shoot” interviews, I don’t want to end up like Bret Hart having to talk about the Montreal Screwjob twenty years after it happened. I’d like to go back to being happy, or at least as happy as a bipolar tranny freak can be.
SOHA! MILO! James is still defending pedophile Nicholas Nyberg.
SOHA! http://archive.fo/N8kBx
Still going the next day, SOHA!
He claims he has been having mental breakdowns. "twitter is not a place to try and reach out to when you're struggling"
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James is still RRREEEEing about Alison Rapp getting caught prostituting herself over two years ago.
JESSE SINGAL
James is unironically wishing death, torture, and suicide on JESSE SINGAL and others.
https://archive.fo/rMHrp
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ALISON!
JESSE SINGAL
James is unironically wishing death, torture, and suicide on JESSE SINGAL and others.https://archive.fo/rMHrp
https://archive.fo/NfnNZ
ALISON!
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James is still RRREEEEing about Alison Rapp getting caught prostituting herself over two years ago.
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.....Even Zoe Quinn stopped claiming Alison Rapp's firing was GG's doing after it came out she was a whore.
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