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So I saw these guys posting about Pat and I was like, "that looks like fun". Just a bunch of guys talking shit. It seemed harmless. At some point, the site admin restricted access to registered users, and that's when I decided to create an account.
I was aware that certain users were doing things like texting Pat's private number directly, texting people associated with Pat, making posts in obituary pages, and even leaving negative reviews for his books despite not having read them. This was also around the time of the lawsuit against 60 John Does.
But I convinced myself that it was no big deal to create an account; I would just be making funny posts about a "fat guy" (we all insisted that he was fat, even though he was just husky; this is how we would signal membership to each other in plain sight of non-members).
So I created an account and began posting. I would go to his Twitter account and search for various things that I deemed embarrassing. Him "simping" for women (practically every interaction with a female was considered simping by us, because we viewed women as sex objects), him doing strange things like pretending to wipe his tears with checks, and so on.
That's how it started. After a while, it became not enough to post embarrassing content about Pat on the forum. I wanted to embarrass him on his own platform, Twitter. So I started creating Twitter accounts and posting things that I thought would expose Pat as a fraud to his followers. Court documents, video of him vandalizing his own property (or so we claimed), video of his own standup routines, etc.
Sometimes I would engage Pat directly on Twitter, which I thought was okay. Other times I would block Pat proactively so that he wouldn't be able to see or engage with these accounts. The methods that we used to fuck with Pat became more and more elaborate.
Some of this succeeded in alienating Pat from his own followers on Twitter, but it still wasn't enough.
That was the theme of posting about Pat; no matter what we did, it wasn't enough. So we would take it to the next level. And each step along the way, there was a rationalization; "it's just rascally behavior" or whatever.
So then I started texting him directly. I would use "texting over the internet" services to create countless "burner" accounts. After he blocked one, I would create the next one.
If you told me when this all started that I would be texting Pat's private number directly, I wouldn't have believed you. There's no way I could take it that far. But that's what happened. I became desensitized. I was texting people that I didn't even know like it was nothing.
"Hey Pat, it's your conscience. I just reviewed your record, and I see that you have a daughter that you do not support, that you do not work, that you put yourself and your wife in crippling debt by pursuing a frivolous lawsuit using other people's money, and that you do not exercise even though you claim that you do.
As your conscience, I don't see any way to rectify this other than killing yourself."
I sent him that. I eagerly awaited his usual "you are mentally ill, cyberstlaker..." response, but it never came.
Later I found out that he in fact killed himself shortly after I sent him that. Now I'm in prison serving a life sentence for the crime of verbally assisting suicide while impersonating a conscience.
The prosecution was able to convince the jury that Pat actually believed that I was his conscience, ironically by using evidence of Pat's mental retardation that the cyberstlakers and I had uncovered.
I was aware that certain users were doing things like texting Pat's private number directly, texting people associated with Pat, making posts in obituary pages, and even leaving negative reviews for his books despite not having read them. This was also around the time of the lawsuit against 60 John Does.
But I convinced myself that it was no big deal to create an account; I would just be making funny posts about a "fat guy" (we all insisted that he was fat, even though he was just husky; this is how we would signal membership to each other in plain sight of non-members).
So I created an account and began posting. I would go to his Twitter account and search for various things that I deemed embarrassing. Him "simping" for women (practically every interaction with a female was considered simping by us, because we viewed women as sex objects), him doing strange things like pretending to wipe his tears with checks, and so on.
That's how it started. After a while, it became not enough to post embarrassing content about Pat on the forum. I wanted to embarrass him on his own platform, Twitter. So I started creating Twitter accounts and posting things that I thought would expose Pat as a fraud to his followers. Court documents, video of him vandalizing his own property (or so we claimed), video of his own standup routines, etc.
Sometimes I would engage Pat directly on Twitter, which I thought was okay. Other times I would block Pat proactively so that he wouldn't be able to see or engage with these accounts. The methods that we used to fuck with Pat became more and more elaborate.
Some of this succeeded in alienating Pat from his own followers on Twitter, but it still wasn't enough.
That was the theme of posting about Pat; no matter what we did, it wasn't enough. So we would take it to the next level. And each step along the way, there was a rationalization; "it's just rascally behavior" or whatever.
So then I started texting him directly. I would use "texting over the internet" services to create countless "burner" accounts. After he blocked one, I would create the next one.
If you told me when this all started that I would be texting Pat's private number directly, I wouldn't have believed you. There's no way I could take it that far. But that's what happened. I became desensitized. I was texting people that I didn't even know like it was nothing.
"Hey Pat, it's your conscience. I just reviewed your record, and I see that you have a daughter that you do not support, that you do not work, that you put yourself and your wife in crippling debt by pursuing a frivolous lawsuit using other people's money, and that you do not exercise even though you claim that you do.
As your conscience, I don't see any way to rectify this other than killing yourself."
I sent him that. I eagerly awaited his usual "you are mentally ill, cyberstlaker..." response, but it never came.
Later I found out that he in fact killed himself shortly after I sent him that. Now I'm in prison serving a life sentence for the crime of verbally assisting suicide while impersonating a conscience.
The prosecution was able to convince the jury that Pat actually believed that I was his conscience, ironically by using evidence of Pat's mental retardation that the cyberstlakers and I had uncovered.