Skitzocow Chris Gillon / Autphag and Spergchan / Sophie Y’Israeli - Autistic North Koreaboo, Also a Man

[LagoonaBlue]

Underestimate me all you want. I can conduct myself civilly and I'm going to ask around.

We know you cannot.

The ONE eyewitness account I have of you is that you're a nervous wreck who expects people to buy him lunch and probably shat himself.

 

[kookerpie]

Negi has accepted responsibility for what he did wrong, as did kookerpie in the end. No, they are not part of AWMG.

I did nothing wrong

 

[introman]

I did nothing wrong

Agreed, you were a great friend who supported autphag through a lot. You might hate me, but I still have a lot of respect for you being an excellent friend to autphag.

 

[Autphag]

We know you cannot.

The ONE eyewitness account I have of you is that you're a nervous wreck who expects people to buy him lunch and probably shat himself.

Well that certainly wasn't the case today.

I asked politely the reception staff of balmoral, the hotel to which number one is connected, if there were either of: Kelly Anderson, Melanie Barker (Baker? I wasn't quite sure), Angela Haselgrove, and a few other interested parties I shan't divulge.

They ignored me, as was expectedly instructed. I waited outside the exit gate for several hours before losing my stamina -- I was exceedingly tired from sleep deprivation -- and then decided to leave.

Interestingly, I heard a conversation on the train of two middle-class girls whom I've seen thrice now and seem to be the brainstormers behind all this pseudoanalysis. They speak quite grandiloquently of the KiwiFarms and disparagingly of me and my transsexualism, although the connection between the two seem to be the things most beplauging their minds. I went closer in the train carriage to confirm this was indeed happening; nothing about the contents changed, so it wasn't overhearing bias. The transsexual community now openly speaks about me. Whom is that to thank?

Btw it was insinuated quite clearly thanks to these "women" that you are indeed au fait with Gordon the fake German, whom they called by first name James.

Why are they always on the same public transport routes I use? Is this pre-planned gangstalkng to elicit feelings of paranoia from me? Anyway, your eyewitness account is shit; I had to get myself supplies on my wait outside.

 

[Miss Hortensia]

They ignored me, as was expectedly instructed. I waited outside the exit gate for several hours before losing my stamina

Were you aiming for a stalker career?

 

[Autphag]

I also donated some dross to a homeless man because it spoke to the greater connection to the debauchery of society that you, Fareal, and Cuntster now collectively represent. It's an emotional change of some sort. Not feminization per-se, I've enough of that; maturation, perhaps, now that I've undergone so many struggles of conspiracy.

 

[GethN7]

I also donated some dross to a homeless man because it spoke to the greater connection to the debauchery of society that you, Fareal, and Cuntster now collectively represent. It's an emotional change of some sort. Not feminization per-se, I've enough of that; maturation, perhaps, now that I've undergone so many struggles of conspiracy.

Aut, until we get some proof of any of the crap you've alleged to do, I speak for everyone here when I say this:

It's more likely you shat your pants and did nothing.

 

[Autphag]

It's a trap to jump you. This is classic ghetto 101 tactics. Ambush with a meeting and than pull so.e hair out.

They wouldn't even do that, evidently. I'd almost say it was a wasted trip if I didn't see so many of our racial future -- the Mongoloids -- everywhere. It evokes the quotation from Rushton, "they will carry the mantle of our civilization once we become extinct", and fills me with joy.

Aut, until we get some proof of any of the crap you've alleged to do, I speak for everyone here when I say this:

It's more likely you shat your pants and did nothing.

Ticket stubs are eaten by the machines here, 'tardface, however, I have stub of a receipt for this one, but no camera. It'll be timestamped, proving it'd accord with the supposed meeting time and locus, which was 5 minutes away from Waverly if a bit late off 4. I speak for everyone outside your circlejerk when I say: your normalization has only cucked you. Take you off those iatrogenic neurotoxins, as Moncrieff rightfully refers to them, and we'd see your dysphoria and instability unfold, for which womanhood is the only cure.

Even with those, I'm faring poorly in the department of feigning masculinity.

To clarify: I'll get my mother's camera in the next half hour and upload it from there.

I did nothing wrong

I beg to differ. You turned your back on the face of the party, and my central headquarters (another metaphor for myself) will die before being humiliated in such a public fashion as Fareal openly proposed last night. I'm starting to doze off, but I don't even want to sleep. This is the latter-point of the "Speed of the 80s" or "Third Seven-year Plan" where the country, me, is coming into stagnancy and is heading imminently for steep decline; I predict my Arduous March to come in the next 3 months when Haselgrove really turns the heat to 11 in the revenge currently being planned in Balmoral.

Were you aiming for a stalker career?

I've no idea of pre-booking arrangements or whether one can simply just walk-in, but if the latter is true, they might've had not a clue.

Also the building didn't look like it had 4 floors on first inspection but then I saw pinnacles, windowed; it looks like the 4th floor is an attic conversion of some kind back from when the place was probably a noble residential property. In all, far too intimidating for me to even enter; I felt out of place, and yet, realised, "these are Celtonegroids; they don't deserve this, send this architecture to Pyongyang where it can be acculturated properly."

 

[Miss Hortensia]

Go to sleep, your rantings are even more incomprehensible than usual.

 

[Autphag]

Go to sleep, your rantings are even more incomprehensible than usual.

I await HWASONG-15. Word is, it would be the first pan-hemispherical radius ICBM.

All I have left now is admiration for their inspiration.

Go to sleep, your rantings are even more incomprehensible than usual.

How can I sleep? My school grades are being erased on the pretense I should adopt my dad's hyper-paedophilic persona. If I fail to sleep, such programming won't work; it'll create a quasi-hypnotic effect ala the Autphag days where the psychological defense mechanistic shield would be near impenetrable. In non-pseudopsychsperg speak: I'd be unbrainwashable.

 

[Loadzweig]

How can I sleep? My school grades are being erased on the pretense I should adopt my dad's hyper-paedophilic persona. If I fail to sleep, such programming won't work; it'll create a quasi-hypnotic effect ala the Autphag days where the psychological defense mechanistic shield would be near impenetrable. In non-pseudopsychsperg speak: I'd be unbrainwashable.

But you are going to die - why not rest beforehand?

 

[Miss Hortensia]

Whatever you say, dude. Somebody was messing with you yesterday, Fareal had nothing to do with it. It was nothing but lulzy bullshit.

 

[Chosen Undead]

I await HWASONG-15. Word is, it would be the first pan-hemispherical radius ICBM.

All I have left now is admiration for their inspiration.

Didn't the last missile they launched nosedive after a third of the distance to target? I'd be surprised if they didn't end up nuking themselves on accident.

 

[Autphag]

But you are going to die - why not rest beforehand?

6 years was the time frame given by the GCHQ. There's a good and a bad scenario to this -- possibly a moderate that I can't remember fully but enough not to want to contemplate enough.

i) Good scenario: Haselgrove agrees to reconciliation and very, very slowly transitions me on her humiliating terms, the SJW community up in arms on how a demedicalization policy passed in parliament is seemingly reneged on in this one sui-generis case. A campaign -- not so much with myself but the ethical questions surrounding it at the centre -- is evoked. I get a boyfriend of part-Oriental (eurgh South East Asian, not North East, but better than nothing; think a Khan Soupanousinphone from King of the Hill), and despite an erased record, I finally work my way up to an entry 1st year undergrad social science course, stabilized and no longer spewing hoo-hah.

I think Haselgrove and Fareal are so mutually pissed off by the reinforcement of this recent rendezvous that this was false hope given to me by Cuntster during the programming stage in 2014.

ii) Bad scenario: Dr. Lennihan and I's professional relationship disintegrates to the ground, and very, very shortly thereafter, approximately in 3 months, I end the voluntary arrangement for self-protective purposes, part-spite, part-terrification from the trolling.

iii) Moderate scenario: Infantilism with permitted dual-role transvestism depending on "whenever I feel like it" in a group home setting, where I'm relatively unmedicated apart from what I'm on now (sans higher risperidone levels -- mostly to ensure desexualization of the predicament), worked up to after years of denial by the wranglers for good behaviour and an honest-from-the-heart if badly penned (due to antipsychotics induced overmedication) apology to all parties I'd wronged.

I die tragically of a heart-attack when I reach the pinnacle of those respective predicaments, though in the "bad scenario", I maintain dignity, intellect, and intellectual rigour to write the philosophical screeds I've always done, and tbh, that's where my heart solidly lies, I'm afraid. I become reclusive and eventually recede from the KF after doxxing by Fareal.

 

[Chosen Undead]

How can I sleep? My school grades are being erased on the pretense I should adopt my dad's hyper-paedophilic persona. If I fail to sleep, such programming won't work; it'll create a quasi-hypnotic effect ala the Autphag days where the psychological defense mechanistic shield would be near impenetrable. In non-pseudopsychsperg speak: I'd be unbrainwashable.

I can guarantee you that being more psychologically resilient is not one of the effects of sleep deprivation. The opposite is the case actually, as sleep deprivation is used as a means of torture.

 

[Autphag]

Doxxing by Fareal and the worst scenario are intrinsically linked, when I run over the simulation through in my mind.

If she wants me to recover genuinely, perhaps she should reconsider revenge as a card on the diplomatic table. If she's past that stage, *meh*, I always have more treatises to write.

 

[Miss Hortensia]

I become reclusive and eventually recede from the KF after doxxing by Fareal.

First, you've promised to leave the farms countless times. Second, you doxxed yourself - everybody knows, where you live. Third and foremost, you've been trolled. Somebody hacked Fareal's account.

 

[Autphag]

I can guarantee you that being more psychologically resilient is not one of the effects of sleep deprivation. The opposite is the case actually, as sleep deprivation is used as a means of torture.

GABA is depleted; GABA is a hypnotic. You do the very simple syllogism here. Sleep-deprivation, although decreasing mental performance, is anti-hypnotic.

First, you've promised to leave the farms countless times. Second, you doxxed yourself - everybody knows, where you live. Third and foremost, you've been trolled. Somebody hacked Fareal's account.

Don't falsely reassure me. I'm waiting for either those three scenarios to happen and the baddest is the most likely given everything yesterday.

 

[Miss Hortensia]

Don't falsely reassure me. I'm waiting for either those three scenarios to happen and the baddest is the most likely given everything yesterday.

Dude, I'm not "falsely reassuring" you. I don't like you, that's for sure, but I'm not fucking around with clearly deranged guys, who'll do something completely stupid in their triggered paranoia - even when they're eargerly awaiting the nuclear holocaust. I can't make you believe the truth. If you're still certain Fareal wasn't being impersonated last night by a troll, well, so be it.

 

[Autphag]

Dude, I'm not "falsely reassuring" you. I don't like you, that's for sure, but I'm not fucking around with clearly deranged guys, who'll do something completely stupid in their triggered paranoia - even when they're eargerly awaiting the nuclear holocaust. I can't make you believe the truth. If you're still certain Fareal wasn't being impersonated last night by a troll, well, so be it.

Good, understand I'm under no illusion that anybody on this planet, or at the very least this country and much of the planet, is of that position regarding me, or ever will be except in compromised terms I'd rather see myself die in.

Cuntster estimates me wrongly in one respect. Even when I've been drugged to deficiency in excess before (an experimental megadose of risperdal at age 16 which kind of fucked things up for me; it made me more psychotic, not less), my self-awareness of the deficiency is still profound, such that I was crying at my loss of abilities; my amnesia, I couldn't read due to double vision, I felt like I was reduced to a 5 year old (in all ways except my romanticized emotional reminiscence of that period in my life; you've read it on my FAQ), it was simply humiliating.

I'd ask for euthanasia over that, honestly.

In the balance of pro-serotonergics and anti-dopaminergics though, and given I can persuade Fionnbar to taper the anti-anxiolytics a little slower or leave a maintenance dose (he wants to cut them completely according to my GP; this had aroused my concern -- if he wishes to do that, then that's the point I negotiate for valproate, because it's kinda similar in class if broader and dirtier in action, and mood-stabilization would be of benefit to me for sure), things might be different on higher risperdal doses. Right now, on 0.5mg, I'm not 100% there yet but I'm closer to some sort of reasoned thinking sans the fact I'm now investing it quasi-deliberately into conspiracies due to overheard conversations. It's not as if I don't just write about them and then ignore them thereafter anyway, like the internet equivalent to writing on a piece of paper, crumpling it up, and flinging it in the bin.