People angry over my tweet about mental health are coming to my account, which they don't follow and has never followed them, to send rude messages in the hopes of hurting my feelings over the internet.
It was the EG social media intern sending all these twats my way to post shitty stuff which would presumably affect my mental health.
What a fucking clown ass org.
Well you know what, @EvilGeniuses? You wanted my attention? Now you have it. Let's get the first content pieces rolling.
@EvilGeniuses The reality is that a lot of morons who think they have the moral high ground desperately WISH I had said something fucked up about Danny. The reality is I made a statement about the messaging of the coaching staff and org.
@EvilGeniuses People are so pathetic now they NEED to be upset even if nobody said what they WANT to be upset at.
Let's see if we can hit 10k people over the last week or so claiming I have made statements they conveniently never link and show zero overlap with my long established positions.
Bonus points if they call me ignorant and/or tell me I should do some research and listen. Just for the ludicrous lack of self-awareness.
Bingo if they tell me about some women I famously directly helped and hired in esports but as if I had never heard of any women even working in the industry.
Can only imagine the bodies he must know the locations of if you didn't even remove him from a position where he gets to decide if women work as talent at your events.
One of the women even claimed he had used his position of influence at another esports company to manipulate her.
I grew up as a little autistic kid in the North East of England wearing hand-me-down clothes.
There was no esports for hundreds of miles from me when it began and the dot com bubble had burst and tanked all the early industry. I was told I'd missed "it".
Once I got them to send me to London I had to get them to send me to the US over hiring Americans who were already there.
I went to that event, my first on a plane, with something like $50 wiggle room for anything to go wrong. Madness when I look back now.
I put in a lot of effort and I could get a few ideas out through my sloppy and cliche-riddled writing, a subject I had never focused on in school or as a hobby.
I also always followed my curiosity about what I wanted to know in an interview.