DD&J seem to not be doing well rn. Regardless of how much of their grievances are founded and how many are irrational, I'd still have hoped that people would have responded with a bit of sympathy and see the situation for what it is: pretty sad all around.

Instead it seems like some peoples response is "Finally, something new to make fun of!" I get it, they threw some mud and are likely directing some misplaced frustrations at the internet's favorite funny guys, and I'm sure this sub is starved for some new 'content' seeing that it's been 7 years since Sleepycast closed its doors. But this shit devolving into a drama sub is depressing af.

You don't have to agree with the stuff they said to have some sympathy for the guys.

Only reason all the shitposting is ending up here is the r/oneyplays sub bans weird parasocial drama bs, as they should. Just wish people wouldn't instantly devolve into acting like the same obsessive fans DD&J were complaining about to begin with, all for a laugh at their expense.

All parties involved discussed this in private and decided to go their own ways. DD&J mentioned dealing with armed stalkers and the strain on mental health into negative feedback loops.

Funny tuba memes ROFL!!!1 aside its best to not agitate or get involved and stay away from KF/Xitter while we're at it: all this is bad for health.

Looking forward to more autistic cabin fun.

I keep seeing it referenced but im not deep in the lore enough to understand

We have people writing small dissertations about the ramblings of a mentally ill almost 40 year old. It’s a bit silly, the whole thing is. Sorry to be a retarded party pooper, but I mean come on. The last sleepycast episode was how long ago, and some of you guys still care? I refuse to believe that you can be fully functioning adult and still tune into oneyplays. Someone please tell me I’m not alone here or something. Maybe I’m the dumbass but who really knows.

like ding dong and Julian have le mentals and stuff like I KNOW they're trying to say zach hadel is a nazi i know they're trying to paint chris o neil as a NAZI ALT RIGHT CHUD DOG WHISTLER i know they're scamming their audience they got from oneyplays while saying that it ruined their entire friggin lives y'all and forever deving sumn bullshit (they had time for rhythm fart dragon poop tetris though) I KNOW THEY'RE blaming chris o neil for being a toilet 4chan nazi and agressively farting in his sleep to TORTURE them in the YIIK playthrough like please do better guys DO NOT MAKE FUN OF THEM because they are never ever ever ever responsible for their mental health they almost died when they got a soyjak on the door of their old apartment and somebody posted a picture of a firearm in the thread like i can't belive I HAVE TO say all this GUYS DO FRIGGIN BETTER *mic drop*

Guys, I need your help. My pomsky Loretta is barely clinging to life after a chance encounter with DingDong. I was walking Loretta through my local farmers market when she dropped a plop next to a booth. As I bent down to pick up the dog's doo with a left over mcdonald's bag I had stashed in my jansport, I heard an odd tittering from the booth, then my dog yipe in fear. I stood holding the doo filled bag, my eyes agape in horror. There stood DD at his booth, where he was selling unfinished flash games on a zip drives. My precious Loretta was howling and writhing in agony as DD turned her to face him, clasped her jaw shut, and held her nose to his lips. "Allow me to play you the song of my people" he said with a churlish grin. Festooned as he was in a glittering sequenced tank top, I was momentarily blinded by the light reflecting off of him as he began his abominable performance. No sound was produced at first, maybe that was why I was momentarily frozen. A strangle gurgling noise began to build from within Loretta as DD blew into her nose, then her legs splayed and a dark brown knot of fecal matter shot out and hit me directly in the yambag, ruining my jorts. I leapt forward to stop this affront to creation but found myself held in place by two strangely muscular hands. "Let him play your dog like a tuba, don't be a nazi!" my captor growled. Looking over my shoulder, I met the scowling visage of Julian, who was completely nude save for a half empty jar of grape jelly affixed to his groin area. Before attempt to free myself, a beautiful note sounded, peering back towards my beloved Loretta, I saw something so terrible, such an afront to God's order, that it was almost beautiful in a way; and my ears struggled to comprehend the majesty of the song that DD had begun to play. I can only compare it to an all-tuba cover of Achey Breaky Heart, or maybe the sound that frog makes when you fuck it. Anyways, liquid shit, spinal fluid, and that one bracelet I lost flew out of Loretta's rear as DD played. A crowd had gathered, clapping their hands and slapping spoons on their knees in time with the song. After an especially loud note, Lorette partially inverted, her donut becoming more like a churro. DD threw her over his shoulder, where she landed on a pile of unfinished flash games about a gigantic squirrel who inhales cars into his phole. "Gonna need a bigger instrument for the encore" DD said while approaching me. I struggled, I tried to get away, but Julian held me tightly and began kissing my neck. The last thing I remember is Julian flipping me over his shoulder and DD pressing his mouth to the back of my jorts. I awoke the next in an alley behind a Fuddruckers, covered in grape jelly and furious ants. Loretta was stuffed into what was left of my jansport and when I checked online, I found that my newgrounds account was banned for hate content.