Randy Pitchford, you blinged-out bullshit artist, preaches Gearbox's holy 'no-AI policy' like it's carved in fucking stone—'we do not use AI for anything in any professional capacity that any customer could ever see'—then blasts out an AI-generated selfie of some creepy silicon serf grinding desks at Gearbox on May 3rd. Posted it with a lame-ass disclaimer about unprompted background words, but who gives a shit? The timing? Right after Borderlands 4's patch notes stank like fresh ChatGPT vomit, with players raging they were robot-written. Hypocrisy level: Gearbox vault hunter.

Randy's defense reads like a toddler caught with cookie crumbs: 'It was silly fun to mock AI identity, ChatGPT knows zilch about our internals, human error on patches, just relax!' Meanwhile, his X post gets ratio'd into oblivion, replies shredding him for the clownery. Fans on X aren't buying it—'posting AI slop post-patch suspicion is crazy,' one roasted, and Kotaku clocked the whole suspicious saga. Gearbox policy? More like PR panic.

This ain't your first rodeo, Randy—you've told salty players to 'code your own engine or refund' amid performance trashfires, now you're caping for AI 'fun' while denying it in games. X is a dumpster fire of drags, from reporting you for AI slop to dunking your CEO ego. Gearbox's rep is deader than Highguard, and you're pissing on the grave with digital diarrhea. Stay in your lane, diamond boy, or we'll bury you next.