I think the most amazing part of this whole shitshow is that pretty much everyone knew how this was going to play out, but went along for the ride anyhow. Those of us who went through the VG experience and knew to never trust a junkie could not take our eyes away from this slow motion train wreck. Those on the inside clung to the faintest shreds of hope and nostalgia until the power of Christ finally exorcised them from the game, quite literally apparently. I don't fault you, Nitrix, you were trying to be involved in something you really wanted to believe in. The moment of clarity should have been the facebook updates of Brad getting high and riding his expensive rare bike in the desert when the project blew up the team the first time, but at least you got out eventually. Thank you for confirming what everyone already pretty much knew.
I do fault Brad for being a drugged out scam artist and Sparkles for being the kind of bat shit person who should be confined to the obscure fringes of society for coming in and trashing whatever hope remained in this project.
This thing was doomed from the start, because of Brad. But some of the actual capable people that did not get run off by the Jesus Freaks did have a small window of opportunity to make something out of this disaster. It has been hilarious and satisfying to watch these people slowly destroy themselves with their own obtuse nature. It was not so funny when Brad was destroying some of our friends' lives shitting the bed with VG, so forgive me in taking some pleasure in his slow disintegration. I really hope this ultimately leads to someone tossing Brad in the clink for fraud and for Sparkle's kids getting taken into child protective service custody at some point, because that is the only good that can come from any of this. Well, that and Tyen's dreams getting crushed again....
