Brianna Wu / John Walker Flynt - "Biggest Victim of Gamergate," Failed Game Developer, Failed Congressional Candidate

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Only sort of on-topic, but I finally found one of my favorite Frank stories again, the one where he made an ass of himself winning his 4th Hugo in 2009.
See page 38 here: https://efanzines.com/File770/File770-157.pdf
John always acts like Frank's four fan-artist Hugos are a big deal. Brad Foster has won won eight of them. Unlike Frank's, Foster's awards reflect actual skill as an artist.
 
John I would say that they should soon start doing this to your tweets too but then they would all just link back to this shithole.

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He already tried that twice.

I think the thing that over-mystifies Frank and John's relationship is the "money sink" notion. There's this idea that John is burning all of Frank's money on his stupid hobbies, but really, the stupid hobbies are as much or more Frank's as they are John's. The campaign burned cash, but who was actually more interested in the campaign? Who dressed up in the Godzilla suit, did the arts and crafts, appeared in all the ads, and wrote everything that wasn't done through an Ambien haze?
Same with the cars. Who's actually doing all the work? If Frank didn't enjoy this stuff he'd just send the missus off to whatever the Massachusetts equivalent of "Pimp My Ride" is, hand him the credit card, and say "Go nuts". But instead he's out there spray-painting the car on his lawn.

Really, I think they're just a couple of manchildren with similar tastes.
I suppose that's fair, and I did admit to as much. I think it boils down to Frank's decision to marry John being so abnormal that we have difficulties wrapping our heads around it. I'd hesitate to call anyone on the farms actually normal, myself included, but even so, I can guarantee any of us would take one look at the flailing spastic known as John Walker Flynt and immediately get the fuck out. There would have to be something seriously wrong with you to decide that you want to date him, marry him, pay for his sex change, and then cater to his every whim for over a decade now, expenses be damned.

It's part of what makes John fascinating as a cow. Without Frank's wallet, he'd be some random troon flailing on Twitter while stuck at some dead end job, maybe even have 41%'d by now. With that money, he's made such a colossal ass of himself he's racked up over 4000 pages on the farms.
 

check out my sweet restore of my barn car lot find: A vintage 2018 porshe.
After sitting out for several months in the harsh Massachusetts elements, I found this baby and knew it needed some love to get back in the sort of shape to turn heads on the street or on the track.
What follows was grueling 7-month restore of taking it to Valvoline to change the oil, having the car autoadjust its tire pressure, and then taking it to the car wash. But I think the results speak for themselves as this 2018 car looks show-room fresh.

Remember people! I make it look easy but this sort of high-intensity restore isn't for laypeople, you need to be a serious gearhead to put a shine back on a car that's nearly 30 months old. If you want to try this yourself, you need to be ready to put in some serious time, blood sweat and tears: Sourcing parts from that long ago is no mean feat!
 
Without Frank's wallet, he'd be some random troon flailing on Twitter while stuck at some dead end job, maybe even have 41%'d by now.

Even a dead-end job is far beyond John's work ethic and social skills. Without Frank, the best he could hope for is that his family would pay to have him institutionalized. Otherwise, he'd die on the streets.
 
What exactly should he be handling that he hasn't already handled, John?

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Christ, what an orange baby. Anyway back to being unemployed and playing with my Star Wars toys and Nintendo games.

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Sourcing parts from that long ago is no mean feat!

Luckily Frank has recently upgraded the 3D printer from dildoCAD so now he can make car parts in addition to custom buttplugs.

it's an oldy, but a goody

Q: what's the difference between a porcupine and John's porsche?
A : a porcupine has the pricks on the outside
 
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Only sort of on-topic, but I finally found one of my favorite Frank stories again, the one where he made an ass of himself winning his 4th Hugo in 2009.
See page 38 here: https://efanzines.com/File770/File770-157.pdf
I admit I have not read all 2634 pages of this thread. Searching for Brianna on that efanzines site comes back with a lot of results. I assume all that shit has been dug through already?
 
As it turns out, Brianna is a sweet little lady off social media, and lovingly dotes on her husband, a man so anxious and scared of letting anyone down he compensates by being overly happy in public.
 
I admit I have not read all 2634 pages of this thread. Searching for Brianna on that efanzines site comes back with a lot of results. I assume all that shit has been dug through already?

Yes. (Just search the forum globally for "drink tank" including the inverted commas to get more or less everything on the topic in all 3 threads.)
 
Even a dead-end job is far beyond John's work ethic and social skills. Without Frank, the best he could hope for is that his family would pay to have him institutionalized. Otherwise, he'd die on the streets.

AFAIK Flu is effectively dead to his own family ever since they transitioned, given IIRC that happened not long after the shitshow following Socially Unconcious LLC which I'm not entirely convinced wasn't partially a front for getting illegal amounts of ambien by scamming stupid amounts of money out of John's parents.
 
which I'm not entirely convinced wasn't partially a front for getting illegal amounts of ambien by scamming stupid amounts of money out of John's parents.
Internet says a bottle of generic Ambien only costs something like $8, and it became generic in 2007. And he presumably had good insurance. Even if he was chugging an entire bottle of idiot pills a day, that'd probably be only a few thousand dollars yearly. I think it's more likely that John wasted the money the same way he always does: on pointless toys.
 
AFAIK Flu is effectively dead to his own family ever since they transitioned, given IIRC that happened not long after the shitshow following Socially Unconcious LLC which I'm not entirely convinced wasn't partially a front for getting illegal amounts of ambien by scamming stupid amounts of money out of John's parents.

All true as far as I know. But I suspect that Dr. and Mrs. Flynt, who are prominent people in Hattiesburg, might cough up the cash to put John in a nice mental institution rather than have their freakish older son begging for quarters on the courthouse square and giving three-dollar blow jobs to blind homosexuals behind old Rexall drug store.
 
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