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*sigh* I'm going to talk about the purge(THE TWITCH ONE NOT THE HORROR MOVIES)

CW: TALK ABOUT THE DREAM SMP AND JSCHLATT!!

Greetings gamers. People seem to actually read these things so I'm gonna keep making em.

Recently(today, 12/18, to be exact) I saw the growing in fame clip of Jschlatt activating a bot that got rid of any and every person in his chat that had a username associated with Minecraft/mcyts.

I don't think this was wrong. He said he no longer enjoys that stuff, he doesn't want it. I think it was a huge move toward him feeling happy. That's amazing.

Although it's going to put a gigantic dent in how those people see him, we all need to remember that it it entirely up to him what he does with his platform. However I saw as countless messages came into the chat saying "(name) has been permanently banned" and I can't help but feel sorry for those users--who came and appreciated this man and were now getting removed by the masses.

Jschlatt is not an entirely good person. But I do believe he means well. He supports his friends, he makes funny content(you can't tell me that the running "infinite bacon" joke on the Chuckle Sandwich podcast isn't funny!!), And he really does do a good job.

Creators should be able to rebrand themselves as they see fit if they realize the way things are isn't helping them or their mental health. Creators should not be able to ban people because they're "haters" or things like that--there is a difference.

He is now shaping his platform into something that he will want to participate in, something that will bring him joy, and I think that will lead us to see an increase in his genuine enjoyment of his career as a creator.

Happy holidays, everyone. Stay safe this year and keep warm!

Muahahaha I did something

Please dearest, remember this day as the day you crashed and burned and I rose through the flames triumphantly like a Phoenix rising from its ashes

You burn and I rise, do you now see how it feels, my dear? Do you see how it feels to be the one below the rest? Do you see? Or are you still so blinded by the ignorance you call intelligence?

I will continue to rise. I will not be hindered by your foolish games. Call to me, beg me to help you. But you, darling, you have done your deed, and now I will do mine.

Because even empires must fall. And where one is gone, another will rise to take its place. Rome may not have fallen in a day, but once it fell it was like a letter in flames. Gone, just a distant memory of what was. And soon, my love, that is all you will be. A whisper of tragedy, a cautionary tale.

Remember this day, as the day the mighty empire fell and the Phoenix rose from the remnants. Remember.

Smaller

Maybe if a prettier, more naive person

with lighter skin

and a whiter smile

and brighter eyes

stood where I did

they’d be surprised.

But I, being none of those things

yet so desperately desiring all of them,

was the one who stood victim

to the sea of masks.

And as I looked from one curled smirk

to another condescending stare,

there wasn’t a single ounce of

surprise in my body that I couldn’t find

one look of sympathy.

Eyes surrounded me like laughing gas in the trenches

I did the only thing I could think to do.

Make myself smaller.

Smaller than their mocking looks could grasp,

smaller than their hateful smiles could bite,

shedding my tongue.

Then my eyes.

Then my skin.

Until all that was left was bare bones and the only things

I knew we all shared.

And that quivering pile

of marrow and blood and tissue

was so much smaller than those towering giants of bigotry

that none of them could hear

them rattle out

“I pray that those like me will forgive me for the crime of being small”.

It was forgotten in the wind,

like the rest of them.