Im really not a fan of the jaded "why do you care bro?" Ex military archetype.
FLESH SIMULATOR - The Internet's least suicidal content creator, not a Cruelty Squad DLC
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I think at this point genz is just as bad with as boomers are. So many young people are absolutely convinced that Jeffery Epstein and Donald Trump or whoever the fuck were on yachts eating infants for lunch because they saw a report from some schizo to the FBI in the files.
This shit was grounded/reasonable enough to the point where I was like "You know what? If he wins a lawsuit regarding this bullshit, I'll excuse a third time of him ending a video with 'I'm Better' if it's done really well and he fought hard for a win". No joke, I was hoping he'd fuck one of these trannies over so hard that I could gloss over his lackluster use of it in "How To Reveal An Enemy: Lawsuit Monogatari Go!" and to be all giddy over him ending a video with that particular banger of a song again.
Now that it's been revealed that that's definitely not happening... my disappointment is immeasurable and my day is ruined.
I know you're reading this thread, Flesh. Fuck you and fuck this gay Xitter drama. Get over yourself already. Also, please do release a remastered version of that album. The mixing on the current release is ass.
Slash In Brentwood
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I haven’t been paying a ton of attention to his twitter lately but where was that stated? Last I checked the C&D is still active and he’s waiting until the grace period ends(April 10 iirc) for it to go into effect so he can start fucking them legally, since it’s clear they’re not going to stop.
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Here is an essay I wrote about Flesh Simulator and posted to Xitter. Nuked the Xitter because unlike Fleshy I am capable of learning from my mistakes. I did a bit of editing before posting it here.
Simulated Floundering
"And I will remember your name and face on the day you are judged by the funhouse cast, and I will rejoice in your fall from grace with a cane through the sky like none shall pass." - None Shall Pass, Aesop Rock
When I introduce people to Flesh Simulator I refer to him as my 3 am intrusive thoughts given physical form. If that makes sense to you then you probably have a good idea where this is headed.
Once upon a time, when I was a younger man and still sought to align myself according to the counsel of others, I lived with an uncle. He was a very intelligent, spiritual man. No wife, no kids, solitary life in an apartment in Austin, Texas. He wrote epistles no one will ever read, songs no one would hear. Collected acoustic guitars he never played for anyone else.
There is a romantic notion here that I think we need to disabuse ourselves of right up front. My uncle's isolation was not due to conscious choice, it was due to fear. I suspect that what he feared was rejection by others, so he had preemptively rejected himself, isolating himself, ostensibly seeking God above all other things because he knew God was the only person who would ever truly see and accept him. Though I am perhaps being overly generous with this interpretation.
But he was still human, and a right silly bastard. My father, flawed but insightful man he was, once referred to his younger brother as "the silliest man in the world." This was meant at the time as a light, humorous rebuke due to my uncle's repeated derailing of a serious conversation the three of us were having about my father's estate before he was deployed to Bosnia in 2002. My uncle, very much aware of my father, a career first sergeant's intent. Instead of reading the room and learning a valuable lesson my uncle formally adopted the title of The Silliest Man in the World and wore it as a badge of honor even after my father had passed 3 years later.
He earned that title every day that he carried it. A scant few weeks before my father died, my uncle, who I no longer lived with and actively avoided, indulged in some suicide baiting of me in an effort to force me to continue to try and align myself with his idea of how I should live my life. I had, subconsciously at least, weighed and measured his life, decided his path was not for me (or anyone else for that matter) and rejected it. His persistence culminated in him claiming to me over the phone to have taken 21 tablets of Lorazepam. This happened late at night, likely around midnight. At the time I worked 6 am to 6 pm and was plagued by insomnia. My uncle was very much aware of those things. Unsure of what to do, since I was fairly certain the dose was small enough to not harm him but wanting some advice, I called my dad.
My father's response was exactly what I needed. He told me to call the police, tell them what happened, then call him back. He was furious.
Proper authorities duly notified and my obligation discharged, I called my father back. I do not remember what all he said to me but I remember one thing he said very clearly: "Son, someone needs to tell your uncle to shut the fuck up." A few hours later my uncle showed up at my door and asked for help getting back to his place. He had vomited the ipecac all over the wall and floor in front of my apartment, it was still stained black when I moved out 8 months later.
My dad, however, was dead within a couple of weeks. My uncle once more disturbed my rest to convey the news. As should be expected from the Silliest Man in the World, he didn't just tell me what I needed to know, he insisted I ride with him in his car so he could tell me all about it in his way. I was forced to sit in the car with the same idiot who had literally just darkened my doorway with his faux-suicidal vomit a scant few weeks earlier. His attempts to force his way back into my life as a paternal replacement began in that moment and culminated in him being utterly exiled from my life a few years later, after a final attempt to assert some biblically-inspired illegitimate authority over not only myself, but my mother and younger sister as well.
He died alone in Tyler, Texas a couple of years ago. I didn't go see him before hand despite ample opportunity and I don't regret the choice. I had given him enough comfort over the years. often against my better judgement. See, I can learn from my mistakes. The last measure of kindness I felt towards him was discharged in my not telling him what my father had told me a decade prior: that he really just needed to shut the fuck up.
Now you may be wondering why I spent so much time talking about my uncle rather than Flesh Simulator. That's because my uncle, with all his flaws, is a better man than Flesh Simulator will ever be. See, on some level the Silliest Man in the World knew that he was, in fact, not to be taken seriously. Instead of asserting himself onto life he kept to himself. I saw something of my uncle in Flesh Simulator almost immediately, and realized not long thereafter that, like my uncle, all of his suffering was self inflicted. And like my uncle, what Flesh Simulator really needs to do is shut the fuck up.
For better or worse it does appear the mantle of Silliest Man In The World has been passed on, and may Flesh Simulator have much joy in the title. My only advice to the Fleshy One would be to have a care with what he chooses to engage with lest he, too, find himself homeless, penniless, and desperate, after alienating everyone who tries to help him.
Selah.
Quick note to Fleshy: I shouldn't have to say this, but I did reach out to you by DM at one point and offered you some compassion. You have my name and phone number. I know you lack the sense to have retained it, but just in case you had a spasm of good sense and kept it: I am no longer available to help you. Should my personal information somehow be released it's going to hurt you a lot more than it will hurt me. I fucking guarantee it.
Simulated Floundering
"And I will remember your name and face on the day you are judged by the funhouse cast, and I will rejoice in your fall from grace with a cane through the sky like none shall pass." - None Shall Pass, Aesop Rock
When I introduce people to Flesh Simulator I refer to him as my 3 am intrusive thoughts given physical form. If that makes sense to you then you probably have a good idea where this is headed.
Once upon a time, when I was a younger man and still sought to align myself according to the counsel of others, I lived with an uncle. He was a very intelligent, spiritual man. No wife, no kids, solitary life in an apartment in Austin, Texas. He wrote epistles no one will ever read, songs no one would hear. Collected acoustic guitars he never played for anyone else.
There is a romantic notion here that I think we need to disabuse ourselves of right up front. My uncle's isolation was not due to conscious choice, it was due to fear. I suspect that what he feared was rejection by others, so he had preemptively rejected himself, isolating himself, ostensibly seeking God above all other things because he knew God was the only person who would ever truly see and accept him. Though I am perhaps being overly generous with this interpretation.
But he was still human, and a right silly bastard. My father, flawed but insightful man he was, once referred to his younger brother as "the silliest man in the world." This was meant at the time as a light, humorous rebuke due to my uncle's repeated derailing of a serious conversation the three of us were having about my father's estate before he was deployed to Bosnia in 2002. My uncle, very much aware of my father, a career first sergeant's intent. Instead of reading the room and learning a valuable lesson my uncle formally adopted the title of The Silliest Man in the World and wore it as a badge of honor even after my father had passed 3 years later.
He earned that title every day that he carried it. A scant few weeks before my father died, my uncle, who I no longer lived with and actively avoided, indulged in some suicide baiting of me in an effort to force me to continue to try and align myself with his idea of how I should live my life. I had, subconsciously at least, weighed and measured his life, decided his path was not for me (or anyone else for that matter) and rejected it. His persistence culminated in him claiming to me over the phone to have taken 21 tablets of Lorazepam. This happened late at night, likely around midnight. At the time I worked 6 am to 6 pm and was plagued by insomnia. My uncle was very much aware of those things. Unsure of what to do, since I was fairly certain the dose was small enough to not harm him but wanting some advice, I called my dad.
My father's response was exactly what I needed. He told me to call the police, tell them what happened, then call him back. He was furious.
Proper authorities duly notified and my obligation discharged, I called my father back. I do not remember what all he said to me but I remember one thing he said very clearly: "Son, someone needs to tell your uncle to shut the fuck up." A few hours later my uncle showed up at my door and asked for help getting back to his place. He had vomited the ipecac all over the wall and floor in front of my apartment, it was still stained black when I moved out 8 months later.
My dad, however, was dead within a couple of weeks. My uncle once more disturbed my rest to convey the news. As should be expected from the Silliest Man in the World, he didn't just tell me what I needed to know, he insisted I ride with him in his car so he could tell me all about it in his way. I was forced to sit in the car with the same idiot who had literally just darkened my doorway with his faux-suicidal vomit a scant few weeks earlier. His attempts to force his way back into my life as a paternal replacement began in that moment and culminated in him being utterly exiled from my life a few years later, after a final attempt to assert some biblically-inspired illegitimate authority over not only myself, but my mother and younger sister as well.
He died alone in Tyler, Texas a couple of years ago. I didn't go see him before hand despite ample opportunity and I don't regret the choice. I had given him enough comfort over the years. often against my better judgement. See, I can learn from my mistakes. The last measure of kindness I felt towards him was discharged in my not telling him what my father had told me a decade prior: that he really just needed to shut the fuck up.
Now you may be wondering why I spent so much time talking about my uncle rather than Flesh Simulator. That's because my uncle, with all his flaws, is a better man than Flesh Simulator will ever be. See, on some level the Silliest Man in the World knew that he was, in fact, not to be taken seriously. Instead of asserting himself onto life he kept to himself. I saw something of my uncle in Flesh Simulator almost immediately, and realized not long thereafter that, like my uncle, all of his suffering was self inflicted. And like my uncle, what Flesh Simulator really needs to do is shut the fuck up.
For better or worse it does appear the mantle of Silliest Man In The World has been passed on, and may Flesh Simulator have much joy in the title. My only advice to the Fleshy One would be to have a care with what he chooses to engage with lest he, too, find himself homeless, penniless, and desperate, after alienating everyone who tries to help him.
Selah.
Quick note to Fleshy: I shouldn't have to say this, but I did reach out to you by DM at one point and offered you some compassion. You have my name and phone number. I know you lack the sense to have retained it, but just in case you had a spasm of good sense and kept it: I am no longer available to help you. Should my personal information somehow be released it's going to hurt you a lot more than it will hurt me. I fucking guarantee it.
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I’m happy for you, or sorry that happened.
Major_
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Opening your essay with a song lyric like a myspace profile is the gayest thing I think I've seen in this thread. Flesh will probably still be tarding out by June so you could have saved this for pride month.
The entirety of this essay is a shaggy dog story about your uncle ending with 'atleast he's better than this guy am i right?' complete waste of time.
I don't know how well this performed on your now deleted X (the everything app) account but there's no way it banged so hard over here that you thought 'man I NEED to show the kiwi thread this one!'
+5 points to admitting to trying to contact the individual the thread is about, +5 more points for saying "I wont be there to save you" like an edgelord. If flesh wanted help I assume he'd talk to his jew lawyers instead of some guy on Xitter.
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there is no lolsuit, well allegedly now there is a lolsuit FOR REAL THIS TIME because noah was totally 100% no doubt about it, the guy that fake copystruck the gladiodrome or whatever the schizo podcast is called (good, now he can move it to the pedophile platform MDE) . There never was a cease and desist, or a restraining order, because flesh never actually had MLs address. Why do I believe ML and not flesh? Because ML has posted receipts and all the rage filled DMs that flesh has sent him while all flesh has done is tell his audience that he's like 10 steps ahead and that his 4d chess galaxy brain plan is coming together for real this time after 2 fucking weeks of nothingburgers
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"Everyone I don't like is a pedo"
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Sorry I forgot she was 16, making Sam Hyde an "ephebophile"
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Never leaving this shithole.
I was thinking the other day how tragic this whole thing has been. Flesh was THIS close to breaking into the mainstream. I was hearing normie weekday zoo podcasts play his clips during segments on Epstein. Seriously, if he had just managed his 'tism a bit better, he could be well on his way to being someone.
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I'll be honest, I have only the faintest idea what's happening, only that it looks dumb and gay.
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I think people’s disinclination to read a pointless autistic screed has hidden how our new retarded friend here seems to be claiming to be the guy fucking with Flesh. And he seems to think because we don’t think Flesh is reacting well that we’re somehow on this idiot’s side.
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Poor Flesh. Looks like this just isn’t his week, huh?
King in Yellow
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How can anybody have strong feelings about any of this? FS isn't stupid enough to actually make a big lolcow splash, he's just stubborn and short tempered, as well as being smarmy enough for it to make other people assmad. "pretending to be retarded" is LITERALLY one of the oldest tricks in the book and it's the only thing he's guilty of. It's clear by all his other work that he has some lucidity/skill, yet by the way some people ITT talk, you'd think this guy was the next Tomlinson. Can somebody tell me what's so infuriating about this son of David?
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This actually might've gone somewhere, as I thought this was going to delve into a person you knew going in too deep and refusing to get out when it was clear they should've, perpetually digging themselves into a hole.
Unfortunately it was just a bunch of powerleveling for no reason but to say "heh, he's still worse!", making this come off as the crying of a diehard parasocial fanboy coming to terms that their role model isn't what they thought they were, then coping with these feelings by writing overly emotional dribble ending with a reddit-tier quip.
1) Too chuddie for the libs, not based enough for the chuds.
2) The e-fighting is taking up time and energy that could be spent making more of the videos he blew up with, i.e., what 99% of his fans subbed for.
TL;DR
personal story about MY *so called* life.
Some how connected to flesh (i feel it).
flesh = worse than suicide bait uncle o algo
QUESTIONS:
did your uncle have youtube success and underground career as electronic music artist?
did your uncle engage with detractors on x(formerly twitter) too much?
did you also concern fag your uncle?
I feel like I have wasted my time and I blame you.
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The hell of it is, I'd very much like to have seen how my uncle would have reacted to being in Flesh Simulator's shoes for a few days. It would have been very informative.TL;DR
personal story about MY *so called* life.
Some how connected to flesh (i feel it).
flesh = worse than suicide bait uncle o algo
QUESTIONS:
did your uncle have youtube success and underground career as electronic music artist?
did your uncle engage with detractors on x(formerly twitter) too much?
did you also concern fag your uncle?
I feel like I have wasted my time and I blame you.
The questions about YouTube success, underground career as an electronic music artist, engaging with "detractors" on X... yeah, those are fair points. The reason I say my uncle was a better man is that his insecurities about his own talents combined with his utter tech illiteracy are the only things which kept him from being a public lolcow. He was instead a familial lolcow, which is not great.
I'll admit that I was a huge fan of Flesh Simulator's for a couple of years. The reason I washed my hands of him and decided to write, autistic tl;dr essay about him, then publish it on Kiwi Farms of all fucking places is because the Fleshy is most definitely a lolcow and should be treated as such.
He doubles down on stupid decisions despite them being demonstrably self destructive. I like a lot of his old content. Maybe if someone points out he's a lolcow he'll stop acting like one long enough to get his shit together. Maybe I'm seeking some form of expiation because I never did what my dad suggested and told my uncle that he needed to shut the fuck up.
Lolcowish tendencies might just be a genetic defect, like the urge to back into parking spaces instead of pulling forward into them. Heh, maybe I'm the one turning into a lolcow and I just need to shut the fuck up.