QUOTE (Skaarg @ Oct 28 2009, 01:03 PM)
Don't forget Tweaker you are solely responsible for any and all of this happening because YOU are the one who gave x64 access in the first place. Even if you make the claims about how you felt pressured or threatened you could have changed your password or had another admin do it for you immediately after you left x64's place.
Yeah... that's absolutely right. Believe the hype that tells you shit like how I so voluntarily and liberally just gave access to the site away without a second thought or any bit of hesitation. Believe everyone that tells you that the website got hacked because of a fucking ice cube.
Believe all of that shit, because it must somehow make you feel better about yourself at the end of the day to know that one of your supposed "best friends" is an evil, manipulative, spineless little fucking sociopathic piece of shit who literally has no regret in their lives about the things they do to other people than the fact that their bullshit finally bit them in the ass in a way that they can't recover from. Nothing else—and I mean nothing
—can justify you trying to make such a ridiculous conclusion.
Do you want to know how x64 got access to the website? x64 literally had me on the brink of a nervous fucking breakdown after flying me all the way down (if you say "up," I will fucking ban you right now
) to New Jersey, forcing me into situations I didn't fucking like at all
, triggering my social anxiety to overwhelming extents to where I wanted nothing more than to get the hell out of there, and fully and admittingly taking advantage of both his physical and mental dominance over to me to gain access to a fucking website
, of all things. He signed on to my AIM accounts, he harassed people on my list, he threatened my financial stability, and he had me very fucking scared for the longest fucking time
that he had so much of my personal information at his disposal that he could completely and utterly fuck up my life. I gave him the password I did—a fucking fake
password that wasn't even my real one—so he would stop using every waking fucking moment trying to goddamn packet sniff it and read through my fucking IRC backlog and everything else
just trying to get the goddamned thing and so he wouldn't try and keep me from making my return flight back to Florida so I could get the hell away from his bullshit.
But throughout this entire fucking ordeal
—and god knows how I stayed sane while doing it—I still, still, still
fucking kept the safety of this website in mind the entire fucking time. Nobody fucking saw this coming, nobody wanted
it to happen, and it certainly isn't my
fucking fault. If you seriously have the fucking gall to tell me to my face that this is somehow all my
fucking fault that some fat lifeless fucking douchebag troll hacked our website after taking advantage of someone's life, hopes, dreams, and aspirations, then fuck you.
Fuck you to the deepest, darkest pits of fucking hell and never fucking come back. I can't believe
the utter audacity of you fucking people. You're so goddamned worried about the reputation of your fucking website
that you're willing to make others feel like shit and suffer endless amounts of psychological abuse just for the sake of... what, exactly? A fucking laugh?
Har har fucking har.
It's all so fucking hilarious.
Friends don't make other friends feel utterly helpless. Friends don't take advantage of other friends. Friends don't fucking call other friends' houses and harass them and their families. Friends don't make other friends' parents lose their jobs. DECENT FUCKING PEOPLE
don't do ANY
of these fucking things. Only heartless, spineless, lifeless little fucking anti-social twats do this shit, because they literally have nothing better to do with their lives than make others feel horrible just so they can inch one step above killing themselves upon the inevitable realization that nobody will ever, ever like them for who they are—just who they pretend to be. And so they all go day by day deluding themselves into thinking that they're good people; that nothing they could ever do could possibly be wrong; that everything will always go their way and if it doesn't, the world has to fucking stop and instantly start revolving around them and how they
feel... except nobody will give two shits because they never stopped to think about the kind of shit they
did to everyone else around them.
So don't you fucking dare
come to me and try and tell me this is my fault. And don't you dare
even fucking pretend
—don't even try
to act like you even have the slightest fucking clue
like you know what he did, how he made me feel, and like you know the sequence of events that led up to this board's hack. Don't. Fucking. Dare.
You know absolutely nothing
and you never fucking will.