I read a funny story about WeWork, a co-working startup which rents office space. These sad motherfuckers are going bankrupt. They’re kind of like our feisty freelance network that leases talent into lewd projects, except they were valued, before the bankruptcy, at close to 50 billion US dollars.
Here’s the original article link.
Despite the massive difference in the size of operations, the similarities are interesting. I started thinking. What would the news be like if our little hustle went belly up? Here’s the meme:
“Started in 2017 with just $100, Hentaireviews.moe, the unprofessionally ran hentai game reviews blog whose memester CEO often bragged about his mediocre sexual experiences as if he’s a sex god, has filed for chapter 11 bankruptcy procedures. Nobody was surprised.
After years of spending all the meager advertising revenue into more and more reviews that nobody reads, Hentaireviews is finally closing operations, because what the fuck was he even doing?
Mired in sexual shenanigans that blew up in his face more than once, the nebulous CEO who constantly spammed Zerohedge articles and doomsaying on his unpopular Twitter, was never charged for harassment. I guess the girls just didn’t see the point, since he was a pretty sad individual overall.
Hentaireviews.moe, at its peak, usually during December when all the depressed wankers had nothing better to do than jack off, boasted a couple hundred thousand visitors at best. The company barely made money even from those surges, since the business model was utter crap.
There was a moment of false hope for the struggling company in 2024. The network was making videos, comics, games, pinups, Pokémon animations, but something just went wrong. Albeit, given how sloppy and emotionally unstable the CEO was, disaster was bound to happen one way or another.
The company had the sickest deals on negotiation stage at one point, and everything seemed to be working out after soul-crushing years of maddening random bullshit, but out of fucking nowhere, new random shit just happened. At that point, it was just so funny that nobody cried.
The freelancers, the artists and writers and a coder, who lived in post-communist third-world countries with no social security, were evicted from their homes. They starved. Everyone died.
Rest in pieces.”
