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.