And the Needless Douchebag of the Day Award Goes To...

I thought Big Fish had a lock on this.

They keep punishing a fellow user and deleting her posts. Because she's a migrainer, and has a close friend with epilepsy, and she warns when a game may bother those who are photosensitive, because the demo contains flashing lights. She does her best to describe how bad and how long such a section is, and always says it might not bother others, but to be careful if you have these issues.

Many users--myself vigorously included--feel there should be such simple warnings--on the game page. But we absolutely know we can take them seriously from someone who shares our condition. What 'normal' people consider super annoying, that can put some of us in the hospital. Or worse.

She had posted a couple lines about today's game, just saying she had problems with a certain section, and giving others the heads up.

I was writing her a thank you--my head, shockingly, is worse than it's ever been, and I def don't want pain I can avoid. When I tried to submit my response, I got scolded. Once again, a BFG mod--and there's only a few mods who handle the forums, so it's probably always the same mod--had locked down her post and left a nasty hate-o-gram, saying it was spam that had nothing to do with the game.

They do this because they think the warnings hurt sales. You know what hurts? A fucking trip to the ER, screaming and vomming with a full blown migraine that was completely avoidable. And, never forget, any migraine is a chance to stroke out and die.

And it hurts sales far more when I know BFG is intentionally redacting info that could prevent a whole lot of suffering, at minimum. In fact, this morning, I decided giving them a penny right now made me feel sick(er), and WAS planning on filling a punch card, so they lost four sales, this month, just from me. Add other discriminatory decisions they've made lately, and I'm wondering why I have a membership. Now, add in that I often gift the SU with games, and...THAT is a LOT of sales.

The pigs.

But, barely into the afternoon, and someone had to top them. The specialist, for that little thing, you know, the tumour in my head? They refused to speak to the SU. They insisted they would interact only with me directly. By phone. I can't use the phone. We're in an area that the phone company doesn't care to invest in. Massive understatement alert. That means our lines don't just crackle and break up, they squeal. Seriously. Like livestock. In agony. I avoided phones before, obviously. But now, my phone means instant full blown migraine. It's classified as a weapon. Still, they refused to talk to the SU. Even when reminded outright that I am hearing impaired, they insist, if I want an appt, I must talk to them by phone. I tried. I got a full blown migraine, much of which is still with me, and will stay with me for DAYS. I also got the answering machine. So I still have no appt, and I'm expected to call them again.

You can imagine what I want to call them.

So the SU has to come home early from work, to call them again.

I have no intention of exposing myself to the phone line again.

I'm confident that the cursing I manage, in the dark, in the fetal position, will eventually get them to understand they WANT to deal with my spouse, who can hear, who isn't in extreme (physical) pain, and is--probably--very unlikely to share an actual opinion of them and their intelligence...

Oh, and did I mention that heavy construction vehicles have been banging and squealing outside all day?

And that my neighbour ordered enough wood to build an ark, and INSISTS on chainsawing it all, and starts each day BEFORE the sun is even up?

Or the bird who has nested at my bedroom window and has spent the last two days repeating the same sentence, every few seconds?

Just...FML...Seriously...FML.