Dear reader, you noticed I wrote 5 articles about penny-arcade
writer's loneliness in being the only creature of their species in
all time, and there being no way for a writing legacy since the
future has been ground up and sold to the past to enrich a handful
of old money political families in any given place.
To illustrate how I continue to be right, the tragic affair of one
Benjamin Croshaw. Benjamin made two flash animation videos on a
then-young youtube in which he said very rude things and cliparted
some poop pictures and stick figures in Microsoft Movie Maker,
while self-admittedly saying hurr-durr game bad. He was hired by
some rich investor to do a penny-arcade derivative video pivot a
week (his description is 'sail around on their boat made of
money').
The media-owning financial speculator made a rampant return on
investment, and Benjamin changed hands three or four times, and
appears to now be owned by right wing talk radio Rush Limbaugh heir
Ben Shapiro. One tragedy is that Benjamin's poop videos were
informed by his quite talented and hard-won writing ability.
However as he changed hands, the limited and good writing segments
were pivoted into a second poop video series.
The registered company of owning Benjamin is the Patreon Content
Creator, not Benjamin himself, though the content is having
Benjamin make funny clipart videos and say outrageously rude puns
about game titles. The only glimmer of redemption is that an editor
was hired to blur the ownership of ideas Benjamin has, and Benjamin
sneaks in bitter jokes about how he plays the bare minimum number
of hours of video game of the week and then just says naughty and
outrageous words in the video pivot until his editor signs off and
he can clock out and spend time with his fairly new wife and
children.
