I don't know if this has been posted but David Meyer has created his own YouTube channel. He's currently doing a road to glory season on Fifa with Hull City. Check him out- https://m.youtube.com/channel/UC6ZRCjYDX0X6raAH0z7E8Sw
Hang on. So this bloke goes home and in his spare time he simulates his own job. He then commentates on his own simulations talking to his work mates, who aren't there. He then broadcasts himself watching his workmates who aren't there working, and at the end he discusses the performance that they didn't really give because it's not real, it's a simulation. I feel the doors of perception closing behind me. What's real and what's simulated? Does any of this exist? Do I exist? How can I prove my own existence? Bollocks, I fancied a quiet Thursday evening infront of the telly and I'm now grappling with an ontological crisis. Thanks David.
How about if Charlie Kaufman wrote the screenplay based on the Philip K Dick novel? ... actually that would be both brilliant and terrifying, come to think of it.
What sort of colour wall is that? FFS Dave. And is that the room thermostat on the wall? Shoddy ****ing shoddy. Put it somewhere discreet FFS Disappointed in you Dave. Oh and a childish ****ing game too.
I don't want to go all homes of the rich and famous or through the keyhole on him but that looks like the smaller bedroom in a three bed semi detached new build on a cheap Taylor Wimpey estate, where you aren't allowed fences and the kerbs are never properly finished. I dunno. I just expected more refinement from someone of the boy David's stature.
Genuinely heartbroken for him Ernie. He's obviously set up this channel for the advert revenue. Young Dad desperate for extra sovs. Worries me where he might go with this web cam set up...
No good ever came of a webcam, that much is true. At half time I notice that once he takes his hand off his joy stick he's busy loosening his clothing and rubbing his torso. It doesn't bode well. Someone should have a word.
He's currently broadcasting your message to his followers and they're watching you reading this via the secret webcam just above your head
Bastard. I've just run at my wall to burst through it. It's real. It's bloody real. I feel a right twat. A right twat with a quickly growing egg on his forehead.
It's not real, but your keepers do move breeze blocks around at your head height so if you get to the virtual 'wall' there's something for you to run into Just watched the footage in 4K 3D ...the egg on your forehead is real though. The commentators were really concerned
