Friday 30 August 2019

The Zoe Quinn Resource FREE DLC: The Bitch is Back



The Zoe Quinn Resource FREE DLC: The Bitch is Back

(was going to add this to the original post but its just easier to publish a new one)

In august 2019 Zoe Qunn shared a communication to the world via a series of notes screenshots, the preferred medium of the solipsistic whore.

https://web.archive.org/web/20190827045521/https:/twitter.com/UnburntWitch/status/1166212005629325313

She had a new tale of woe for us. Or, in fact, an old tale of woe which she had been keeping inside for years but had finally built up the courage to share with us. Let’s walk through it.


The preamble. Quinn is establishing that she is afraid but now cowed. Hurt but not defeated. Down but not out. Blah blah blah.

One point of interest is her claim that the story she is about to share is the root of why she no longer attends GDC. Its only necessary to spend 30 seconds searching her twitter feed to establish that she didn’t stop attending GDC until roughly 5 years after the alleged events. She has only missed GDC the last two years and only because she has largely transitioned out of games into comic books. She doesn’t attend GDC because she found idiots prepared to publish her awful comic books. Not because of any psychological trauma. Quinn is frankly too sociopathic to suffer too much in this regard. The only inner turmoil she ever experiences is when her digestive tract rebels after one burrito too many. 



 She and Alec had agreed that she would pay for her flight out but he would pay for her flight back and provide a two weeks worth of room and board. In other words our brave little feminist was paying but a small fraction of what she would have done if she had paid her own way. With typical Quinn hubris she talks about her freeloading as if the arrangement was something modern and equitable, the equivalent of going dutch on a dinner date.

But the agreement is broken. The cad reneges on his promise to cart Quinn’s fat ass back to Toronto gratis. Unable to raise the astronomical fees to get herself back (roughly $200 by plane, $50 by coach) he has successfully marooned Quinn. Its only when she finds someone else to leech a plane ticket off that she finally escapes the apartment he had “physically confined” her to.

But, hold on, is this a magic plane ticket her roomate sprang for her. How did it stop Alec from physically confining her to his apartment? Could it be that when Quinn uses the words “physical confinement” she is merely using them to characterise Alec’s refusal to buy her a plane ticket? 

Some very simple questions to ask yourself

a) is it plausible that Zoe Quinn couldn't raise less than $50 for a coach ticket back to Toronto? (Remember that we know she had at least 3 friends in Winnipeg as the prospect of moving in with them was one of the reasons she went to stay with Alec)

b) If she'd rather endure weeks of "abuse" than spend $50 is it sensible to refer to it as abuse?



Not content with merely refusing to provide Quinn free air travel the beast is convincing her of things. He convinced her not to get a shared place with her 3 friends. He convinced her to let him program her game. If she hadn’t got out when she did he may have even ended up convincing her she should pay for her own god damn flights.

He’s also jamming his fingers inside and walking her around the apartment when she tells him it hurts. This is incredibly vague. Where is he jamming his fingers and in what context? The general assumption is that he’s jamming his fingers inside her vagina and that it is non consensual but Quinn is not explicit on either point. And even if the assumption is accurate I can still envision circumstances when it would be understandable. If, for example, Quinn was engaged in a full feeding frenzy, just stood at the fridge pounding its contents down her gullet, then I can imagine a vice like grip of the pussy being the only effective means of tearing her away.

So much of her account is partial, vague, and worded to invite certain interpretations where others are just as possible.She could just as well be describing bad sex as sexual abuse and its a completely irresponsible way to talk about such things. It would not be out of character at all if Quinn were deliberately describing consensual rough sex in a way to suggest to the reader it was something else.

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Hold up, bitch. Were you scared to leave or were you prevented from leaving? Were you too scared to tell anyone or were the things you were telling them making them so scared they paid for your flight out of there?

And why are you sending a ‘cordial and friendly’ break up email to someone who imprisoned you as a sex slave for a month?

Anyone with a brain that has not decayed through prolonged exposure to feminist dogma must see she is at the very least seriously embellishing what ever happened between them. Two shitty people having a shitty relationship is neither surprising nor interesting. It certainly isn't grounds to elevate one of those shitty people, a person who is a known user and liar, as someone worthy of praise and sympathy.

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Lmaaaooooooooooo

Your entire time in the public eye has spent being believed, not only without evidence, but even when the evidence was against you. Relentless lying, ripping off backers, exploiting volunteers. All of this is public knowledge and yet the tiny dicked press persist in treating you as a heroine standing bravely against a baying mob.

It’s not remotely credible, remotely credible, to claim you held off from these claims because you were concerned that you wouldn’t be believed. You know full well, because you’re one of them, that there are so many with a palpable hunger to believe these stories. So many who eagerly seize on any opportunity to sacrifice a new offering at the altar of their virtue. Cruel and vindictive people who delight whenever there’s a moral pretext to be cruel and vindictive. The pious frauds who beat their ploughshares into swords.

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More self celebratory rubbish, a scared yet defiant Quinn telling us of of her determination that no other girl ever has to go through securing her own air fare.

Look, Quinn. You’re a shit person. You met another shit person. You had a shit relationship. There are a few sensible responses to that sequence of events. They include “duh”, “so what?”, and “SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FAT BITCH”

They definitely do not include the response that you have got from the fake and small dicked news. And that’s why I, a real journalist with a large dick, am standing up. I am making overtures to Alec and and I am determined to get the real story out there whatever it may be. Im not doing it for me, im doing it for the gamers. And though no-one likes an escort mission, you can rest assured I will be escorting the truth all the way into the public domain.

Thursday 29 August 2019

The Zoe Quinn Resource



The Zoe Quinn resource: Everything you ever wanted to know about someone you never wanted to know about

It’s 2017 and who do I see sashaying down the street toward me but one Zoe Quinn. Although I know I shouldn't I cannot resist the urge to cat call. I arch my back in a defensive posture and emit a loud hissing to warn her off from any idea she might have about attempting to suck my dick.

Why did I do it? Is she really a lust crazed sow who warrants such behavior? Could I have really have been in jeopardy by allowing her to initiate sexual contact between the two of us? These are the kinds of questions this blog post is intended to answer.

For those that don’t know Zoe Quinn (36, fat), sometimes known as Chris-chan Blasey Ford and Heffertitis, is a gaming..uhhh.. personality might be the right term for it. Though she has had several formal roles within the game industry her notoriety is primarily due to incidents relating to her private life. Zoe, you see, is a woman who enjoys courting controversy almost as much as she does courting indie game designers and game journalists. In this blog post we will examine some of these controversies. Not only to cast light on those controversies themselves but help inform our approach to any future controversies she might become embroiled in.

Should we “listen and believe” Zoe Quinn or does her past conduct suggest more scepticism is necessary?

Errol Quinn: super slut ventures forth

I wont spend much time on this as the events are so well known being that they are instrumental to GamerGate, one of history's most significant protest movements.


The short of it: Zoe Quinn psychologically abused her boyfriend and cheated on him with multiple men. He wrote a blog post detailing her monstrous behavior. It set in motion a series of events that saw Zoe Quinn elevated to a brave and inspirational heroine.

Zoe couldn't quite sleep her way to the top but she did sleep herself to the moral high ground. The central question of modern moral reasoning is, as Steve Sailer so often stresses, “who? whom?”. Not only is Zoe Quinn a woman, but she subscribes to all the prevailing orthodoxies, ANNNDDDD she will let just about anyone with a press pass hit it.

Those factors were more than enough to ensure highly favorable press coverage no matter what this demonic blob did to her sap boyfriend.

Beta orbiters pounded in the butt by calculating shrew

In 2016 Zoe announced she was joining forces with Chuck Tingle, the pseudonymous author of books such as “Space Raptor Butt Invasion”, “Pounded in the butt by own butt” and countless others that are basically the same.

Yes, THE Chuck Tingle. The visionary who combined ‘lol random’ with ‘lol gay’ and created a creative amalgam so powerful that he successfully wrung dozens of novels from a single joke.

They were going to be working together on a project. A BIG project. Zoe Quinn and a guy whose work hinges around homoerotica and twee baby talk. What could that project be? The world’s first child porn parody perhaps? NOT EVEN CLOSE, MORON. They were going to be working on a videogame based on Chuck Tingle's books. Even better a crowd sourced videogame. Even better it was going to be an FMV game, the same genre as infamous 90’s titles ‘Night Trap’ and ‘Sewer Sharks’.

Ironically bad writing and ironically bad gameplay. It was essentially “Irony:the videogame” and it’s out of this that fair Zoe appears to have had a flash of inspiration: Since we are making a game out of a property we pretend to find funny, and we’re making it in a genre we pretend to enjoy, why don’t we take it the next logical step and simply pretend to make the game?

Now that’s irony, that’s meta, that’s brave. Not many creators would have the courage to say their customers “Ok, consumer, lets take your head, repeatedly smash it into the 4th wall, and see which breaks first”. That’s my view of things anyway. As it turns out there are many less enlightened people who cling stubbornly to the idea that charging people for a product that you never deliver is fraud.

Among those people are some of the more than 2400 backers* of “KickStarted in the Butt”, a game still nowhere in sight more than 2 years after its estimated delivery date. What happened? Where is the game? What has the more than $80,000 raised been spent on? The portly Quinn has offered nothing but vague excuses and magisterial waves of her meaty arms.

Zoe Quinn being a swindler and a con artist doesn't mean she’s lying when she’s accusing someone of abuse, but shouldn’t it be considered? Isnt it obvious that when someone has a very long, well documented history of making false claims that it should impact the way we view their future claims? Shouldnt Zoe Quinn at least try to lost weight?

*I am merely trying to demonstrate Quinn’s low character and I want to emphasize that I dont feel any sympathy for the backers at all. I actually like that they got ripped off lmao. You paid to get kickstarted in the butt and thats just what happened.


THIS BLOG POST WILL BE EXPANDED TO FORENSICALLY DISSECT HER MOST RECENT CLAIMS OF ABUSE IN SHERLOCK HOLMES FASHION AND EXPLORE MORE OF HER PAST VILLAINY. CANT BE BOTHERED TO WRITE ANY MORE RIGHT NOW

Tuesday 21 July 2015

Turning point

Here's a drawing my 4 year old did of Ta-Nehisi Coates taking my wife to the what my daughter described as "the screaming room"

I asked her why she drew the picture, was it because she knew how important Mr. Coates was to me I enquired

"No" she said not looking up from her drawing. "I just wish he was my daddy. You are no good"

I cried. I cried like an ice sculpture whose face was melting. NEVER have I been so proud. Never before had I been proud at all. I had always hated my daughter. I hated her blonde hair the color of the gold stolen from the dispossessed people the world over. I hated her blue eyes that pierced like the bayonets of colonial invaders. I hated her white skin which seems to curdle before my eyes like the stale milk of some demonic cow.

But it was different now. Though she was not the brown child I had wanted she was at least a child that wanted to be brown. This I could love, I think, at least as much as it was right to love it.

I got up, dried my eyes, and placed my paperback copy of "Between me and the world" in my le coq sportif backpack. "This exquisite pain represents the birth of a new us" I said profoundly. Again, she did not look up from her drawing. I left for my tenants meeting smiling.

Firefighters are people too, bad fucking people says Ta-Nehisi Coates

Ta-Nehisi Coates weaves words of power that touch on the oft ignored threat posed to the black body by America's firefighters

"We arrived two months before September 11, 2001.....I suppose everyone who was in New York that day has a story. Here is mine: That evening, I stood on the roof of an apartment building with your mother, your aunt Chana, and her boyfriend, Jamal. So we were there on the roof, talking and taking in the sight—great plumes of smoke covered Manhattan Island. Everyone knew someone who knew someone who was missing. But looking out upon the ruins of America, my heart was cold...
I could see no difference between the officer who killed Prince Jones and the police who died, or the firefighters who died. They were not human to me. Black, white, or whatever, they were the menaces of nature; they were the fire, the comet, the storm, which could—with no justification—shatter my body."

The plumes of smoke and dust produced by the collapse of the twin towers may have obscured Ta-Nehisi Coates view of the horizon, but they did not obscure from him, not for one solitary second, the essential inhumanity and evil of America's firefighters.

New name for a new man

I always used to regard mathematics as the language of God. I still do but thanks to Ta-Nehisi Coates my understanding has deepened: Math may be the language of God but hiphop is the slang of God.

Its thanks to this that I am quitting my job as an accountant and becoming an emcee. All I need now is a name and in tribute I have decided to draw it from Coates new book "between the world and me"

the following are phrases from the book I am considering taking as my new emcee name

"Tenacious gravity"

"Dark spectrum"

"The Mecca"

"Majortarian bandit"

"Specimen of plunder"

"Galaxy imparted"

"Velocity of escape"

"Precious body

"Menaces of nature"

"the comet"

"eclectic tongue"

I'm leaning toward "eclectic tongue" at the moment but whatever I choose the rest shall make great titles for my mixtapes

Global warming - Ta-Nehisi Coates reveals the truth

Is global warming occurring because we're burning too much coal or not enough white people?

In his masterful new book "Between me and the world" Ta-Nehisi Coates provides an insight thus far neglected by the lab coated heirs of Tuskegee

"Once, the Dream’s parameters were caged by technology and by the limits of horsepower and wind. But the Dreamers have improved themselves, and the damming of seas for voltage, the extraction of coal, the transmuting of oil into food, have enabled an expansion in plunder with no known precedent. And this revolution has freed the Dreamers to plunder not just the bodies of humans but the body of the Earth itself. The Earth is not our creation. It has no respect for us. It has no use for us. And its vengeance is not the fire in the cities but the fire in the sky. Something more fierce than Marcus Garvey is riding on the whirlwind. Something more awful than all our African ancestors is rising with the seas. The two phenomena are known to each other. It was the cotton that passed through our chained hands that inaugurated this age. It is the flight from us that sent them sprawling into the subdivided woods. And the methods of transport through these new subdivisions, across the sprawl, is the automobile, the noose around the neck of the earth, and ultimately, the Dreamers themselves."

The world is warming not because of CO2 released into the earth but blood seeped into the ground. The world warms because Hell is racing to the surface. A hell that you have summoned and that you deserve

Ta-Nehisi Coates - star crossed lover man?

I shared the excerpt below because of its extraordinary power and earth shuddering effect it had on me but there is one thing about it I found puzzling. Why in a book to his son is Coates detailing his sexual escapades with a bitch from beyond the stars? then it struck me

Coates son is named Samori

Samori. Doesn't that sound, I don't know, a little alien to you? like, if you were watching a repeat of Babylon 5, the much underrated space drama of some years back, and an alien character had the name Samori it wouldnt seem out of place yet if he was named Bill or Hank you'd be all like "What the fuck?". In fact Samori sounds distinctly romulan to me. Now, I know the romulans are fictional race of alien from Star Trek but its perfectly feasible that not knowing the alien woman's true race Coates settled on such a name in tribute to her, Samori's REAL mother.

Now, I don't assert that this alien women Coates slept with is Samori's real mother. I just mention the possibility as something that would explain this curious inclusion, that perhaps he included it as subtle hint to Samori We can never know and that is one of the great majesties of Coates as a writer. Every bride of revelation comes accompanied by ten bridemaids of mystery and Coates is fine with that, no, he rejoices in it. He stuffs bouquets into those guns you use to fire t-shirts into the crowds at wrestling events and sprays the wedding party with abandon laughing manically like a crazy man shooting up a walmart with an AK.