Personal Lolcows - Lolcows in your personal life.

Friend's dad told him,
"By raising your voice you have activated a trauma response in me and I am now ending this conversation." and then slammed the door apparently.

Imagine if by slamming the door he activated a trauma response in his son and suddenly everyone in the house is just going off like a fire alarm
Imagine if, by saying that phrase, your friend up and kicked his dad’s ass for being such a pussy.
 
One of my personal lolcows. I have a few others that I will post eventually.

This guy who was one of my buddies in Boy Scouts. The guy was a socially awkward weirdo obsessed with Video Games and in retrospect clearly had Asperger’s. Still we both had fun playing games together so I liked hanging out with him and was one of the few people who wouldn’t laugh at him to his face. Now on to the funny parts.

The guy was obsessed with this one video game called “Dr Lunatics Supreme with Cheese” and frequently asked people if they had played it. I have no idea if the game even existed or if it was some meme that no one else got. He was also a massive homophobe and thought even two guys touching was gay and disgusting, at one point he even said Gays should be allowed to serve in the military so they could get blown-up. This was way before Chris-Chan ever said that. Keep this guys homophobia in the back of your mind because its going to come back up.

As a Scout the dude was an incompetent, lazy, idiot that I always had to tent with because I was the only one who could put up with him all night. He only barley made it to First Class which is the middle rank in Scouts and the last one that takes no effort to get before the higher ranks. The guy never helped set up the tent and everyone else had to pick up the slack on any job with him. One time at Summer Camp the guy went on a rant about how the Troop should head up to the archery range and stealth kill the councilors at the gun range. Afterwards we would take the guns and violently take over the camp. In case you were wondering the guy was built like a twig and had no charisma. How in the hell he thought he could organize everyone into a militia to help him take over the camp was anyone’s guess, let alone stay with him once the SWAT team showed up. Everyone around the fire told him he was an idiot and he should shut up. Another time he told me he had this ridiculous plan to take over Costa Rica using Super Soakers filled with gas and torches attached to make makeshift flamethrowers. He had obviously gotten all his knowledge on weapons and war from video games.

The Guy also had major daddy issues. He lived with his divorced Mother and little sister in a trailer and hated his Dad. His Dad was super religious and was always trying to get him to fully join the Church but my friend never did. One Summer Camp on the last day he was supposed to go to his Dads house and he didn’t want too so he just stayed in his sleeping bag and refused to pack. This was holding everyone up and they all gathered around the tent yelling at him to get his ass up so everyone could go home. Eventually someone pissed him off enough that he did this pathetic tackle on him and then was slapping him like a sissy yelling “I hate you I’m going to kill you!” before running back into his tent. It took one of the Scoutmasters to convince him to come out of the tent because even though I was Troop leader I wasn’t touching that shit with a ten-foot pole.

After High School I lost touch with him but after graduating college and reconnecting with former Troop members I found out what this guy had been up to the past few years. He had flunked out of College his first year and was living in another town working on a video game which obviously has yet to materialize. He had also come out as gay and was in a relationship with another man, which explains the earlier homophobia and hatred of his religious dad. Finally, a year ago the big bombshell was dropped: he had trooned out and was now a woman. He is still in a relationship with the same guy from what I can tell. Hopefully someday I will be able to reconnect with this guy.
 
A woman who lives in the same block as me recently invited me to a party and being polite I agreed. First of all, she's extremely overweight, with several piercings and short green hair, but she was nice so I figured I'd show up. She wasn't insufferable, but at a few times she'd bring up being ftm, and also mentioned how much she wanted to cut off her tits and how great it must feel to have a dick. In particular, she hugged up close to a mutual friend of ours and started talking about how amazing it must be for him to have a dick he could just pull out at any time. Everyone was drunk at this point so we all laughed it off.

I was pretty creeped out by this point, especially since she sort of latched onto me as people were leaving and we stuck around chatting for a while. I learnt she'd be married at least twice before and had been divorced on both times, she described herself as an "aggressively gay man" and she had noticed me going for walks past her place. I worked out what she was getting at pretty quick and made it clear I wasn't interested, and she took it well enough and left. We still see each other around and get along fine but it was one hell of an experience and she's still just as crazy.
 
Recently I've been introduced to a high-functioning autistic who goes by the name of SpeedRacer who's been pulled into and now orbits around the Steam group for my old college. He doesn't deserve a thread currently and hopefully he never will, since as far as I know he's completely innocent in his weird obsessions (which mostly seem to revolve around construction equipment) and he's somehow managed to dodge the corrupting horrorshow that is the internet at large. What he is notable for though is sending unfathomably large walls of text over ingame chat when prompted. His high score so far is 9KB of text without responses due to someone mentioning offhand how hard it was to find used tires locally. Sitting though one of his walls has gotten to be a rite of passage for the local Minecraft server and I'm really hoping nobody ever introduces him to voice chat.
 
Recently I've been introduced to a high-functioning autistic who goes by the name of SpeedRacer who's been pulled into and now orbits around the Steam group for my old college. He doesn't deserve a thread currently and hopefully he never will, since as far as I know he's completely innocent in his weird obsessions (which mostly seem to revolve around construction equipment) and he's somehow managed to dodge the corrupting horrorshow that is the internet at large. What he is notable for though is sending unfathomably large walls of text over ingame chat when prompted. His high score so far is 9KB of text without responses due to someone mentioning offhand how hard it was to find used tires locally. Sitting though one of his walls has gotten to be a rite of passage for the local Minecraft server and I'm really hoping nobody ever introduces him to voice chat.
Seems pretty based tbh
 
I used to do undergraduate research with this one guy, who I'll call Baush. Baush was a southern sex-pest socialist who looked like Vaush if he grew 50 lbs, grew his hair into a man bun, and refused to wear anything but plaid dress shirts and black slacks. Unfortunately, he also sounded like and was just about as tone-deaf as Vaush was.

When you first meet Baush, you won't notice anything off about him that wouldn't be found in a regular obese Asperger's-afflicted individual, except perhaps if you somehow managed to telegraph any Republican leaning to him, in which case you would notice that his eyes would focus right on your offending presence as he attempted to sneer at you from afar. No, Baush's problems begin as soon as he opens his mouth. His innate hubris, lack of any filter (which of course he sees as a plus), and ready access to technology had led him to fancy himself a modern-age radical philosopher, and he refused to rest until all around him had acknowledged his supernatural gift for keeping up with sanitized versions of current events. I had the unfortunate experience of being the recipient of many of Baush's nuggets of wisdom, be it directly or overheard, and it would be my distinct pleasure to reproduce them for your reading displeasure.

"Oh, my man bun? Yeah, I'm trying out this new Oriental style. I'm thinking I'll go and get some surgeon to put an epicanthic fold on me to really complete the authentic 'Japanese salaryman' look."
"God, I hope that when Bernie gets the nomination, he'll let me be in charge of the gulags. I've got SO many white small business owners who have been practically begging for it."
"Oh, are there enough vaginas in the building now? Fucking FINALLY."
"I just really wanna FUCK, you know? I mean, fuck, look at all that ass that's out there. *sigh* God, if I were ten years younger I would be ALL OVER that."
"*sigh* Look, you obviously haven't taken the blackpill yet. I can pull up data RIGHT NOW that will TELL YOU that 80% of women are clearly only attracted to 20% of men. That means you and me are out, bud."
"Look, I'm ten years older than you, alright? I think the time has passed for me to do things like 'live my own life' and 'not worry about my relationship status'. I'm sure it's fine where you are right now, but out in the real world things work a little differently."

If you've read the above in a sufficiently nasally tone, you might start to come to the conclusion that this person is a bitter, insufferable, and fundamentally unhappy individual whose toxicity eats at any decorum, team spirit, and motivation of anyone who doesn't share his exact same brand of hatred. I did too, and it got to the point where I genuinely could not bear to be in the same room as him. I went from spending all my free time in research to gradually dropping my commitment in it, until one day I just stopped going.

I have more stories about Baush, but they're honestly more draining than the shorter snippets I've posted above, so I'll end it here for now.
 
Oh..boy..i have few, so let's go
Kayaszu/Kaja Sluczewska aka the inceridbly toxic, harmful body-positive feminazi
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Katetorias, shiboliz and whole westerners weeb twitter comunity
 
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so many of my coooooder friends(always white dudes) seem to end up transitioning for one reason or another.
Like the programming socks thing is a IRL thing.
I've no clue what the correlation is.

It's such an intresting train wreck to watch, they do things like ... regret it.
 
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I'm taking Roger off my personal lolcows list given that he no longer tells tall tales about himself having super powers, being plotted against by his family, being bitten by giant gerbils, etc. He's still a low-functioning autistic, but he's seemed to have grown up a bit with the minor moments he occasionally works with us.
 
m o a r. I need hate fodder.
Sure, but I'll warn you that exactly zero of these stories have a happy ending. If you're looking for any comeuppance for this man, it'll have to come in the same fashion as Moviebob's, in that his crime and punishment are both to live in the world as Baush. The next few stories are a bit more vague, but I hope you'll "enjoy" them nonetheless.
I haven't mentioned any finer details about race, but Baush is an incredibly pasty-white individual. On hot summer days he would look almost translucent, owing to his complexion and the thin layer of reflective sweat that would gather on his face. Despite this, Baush still considered himself to be "down" with the lesser races, enough to the point where he would regularly engage in what Jezebel helpfully calls "hipster racism".
(https://web.archive.org/web/2019021...om/a-complete-guide-to-hipster-racism-5905291)
Sift through the bullshit in the examples and you'll get a good feel for how Baush would regularly treat his non-pasty student researchers working under or in the proximity of him. My opinion? This behavior is fine online, where we're all just words on the Internet to the right of a profile picture. Say "nigger" however many times you need to get it out of your system, I don't care. However, this behavior is most decidedly not fine when the people you're hurling ironic abuse at are both a. younger than you by 10 years, and b. working directly under you, and thus, reliant on you for the experience that they volunteered for. I've seen Baush cast sidelong glances at Asian students whenever other students wouldn't show up to research during the COVID-19 pandemic, and I've seen him physically and verbally creep on the (10 years younger than him, by the way) student-athlete girls working under him by actually sliding up to them and making some awkward attempt at a pass, although I never heard what was said. Baush does this all without any consequence whatsoever, because Baush is a vile and lecherous buffoon who is shielded by his position as "most competent/senior researcher man" in the group.
I'm starting to get a little heated, so I'll stop here. Baush is a dick. End of story.
One of the most pathetic things about Baush is that he doesn't seem to have gotten the message that he is 10 years older than his student representatives of the current cultural zeitgeist. However, never one to be daunted by the idea of "maturity", Baush has strove in earnest to live his life in accordance with how he believes a person 10 years his junior would act: by playing online games and browsing Twitter in his work hours, scrolling through TikTok videos at every free second (taking care to always giggle at the "lol yt so yt" memes), and of course, acting in a manner completely incommensurate with both his age and his physical appearance. Baush will never miss an opportunity to spoil a conversation with the latest "gotcha" he stole straight from the replies section of @realDonaldTrump's tweets, making for conversation that is so stilted and unnatural that your eyes start scanning the walls to see if a classroom of people will burst through, Alien-style, to stand and clap for their verbal virtuoso. Unfortunately, his behavior only gets worse if he's taken an unnatural interest to your pursuits. Once Baush has deemed himself entitled to your information by means of inquiry, by God, he will not rest until he has gotten it, deflecting every reasonable denial and throwing a bizarre quasi-tantrum that consists of him making snide NSA references, attempting to cozy up to you immediately after by offering the personal (and highly private) information of his other students, and pouting to a friendly researcher that you won't tell him what he wants to hear. By this means, it is possible to make an enemy of both the senior researchers in under three minutes, all because you want to keep your work and personal life separate.
Baush is an incel, and I don't mean that in any mocking or derogatory way. When I say Baush is an incel, I mean he is an honest to God, dyed-in-the-wool, bona fide incel. Baush knows what the redpill is, and he's outright admitted to taking the blackpill. He treats women ten years younger than him with incredible contempt, although he will make some token attempt to conceal it. In his eyes, Baush is a philosopher-king hidden among the peasantry he works with, and women who do not accept that are little better than obsolete cattle you can fuck. Baush's philosophy on modern love usually defaults to this, but on occasion, the last word of that sentence peeks out, and like Baush flashing you from behind a pair of unzipped black slacks, it is completely horrifying to see. Baush doesn't make his NEED TO BREED a matter of secrecy, but in his hubris, he feels the need to justify it through statistics and make himself out to be a victim of those goddamned whores an unfavorable dating landscape. Rather than reflecting on more personal aspects of his life that may be repelling the fairer sex from his enlightened orbit, Baush prefers to live in a state of learned helplessness, using fancy incels.co write-ups and concepts he doesn't understand (like the Pareto principle) to explain away all his fucking dating woes and justify his bloated yet comfortable existence as a quasi-sex pest. Naturally, he feels the need to drag others into his very important problems as well, and woe on you if you seem to him to be a man who's "in the know" about those fucking slore women the difficulties of modern dating, as he'll latch onto you with no consideration of either your time commitment or your personal ability to withstand his toxicity. You can actually feel your soul leaving its body, one minute at a time, once Baush has deemed you worthy of his hour-long lectures on female sexuality. Personal powerleveling, vicious yet veiled attacks on women as a whole, and hastily-searched online dating statistics all come into play during your personal hour of hell. No remonstration proves effective against it. Heretical words, like "you shouldn't be so desperate to find someone" and "this is actually really uncomfortable to hear" are anathema in the Sermons of Baush. By the time he's released his grip on you, you'll practically stagger out of the room, drained of all emotion and energy, ready for 6 hours at the lab. Truly, Baush's words bring life and comfort to us all.
Readers, with the first part still fresh on your mind, I'd appreciate it very much if you humored me with a little thought experiment. If you woke up as a genuine, breeding-aged, eligible human female tomorrow (bonus points if you already are), what would you look for in your very own Prince Charming? Would he be a large, bovine caricature of a man? How unkempt would you like his personal appearance to be? Facial hair, pimples, body odor, those are all right, aren't they? After all, it wouldn't do to be a shallow whore when we're in the presence of philosopher royalty!
Let's move on to personal characteristics, for all the non-shallow pretend ladies out there. We all like a man with a can-do attitude, right? How about a man who's so woke, he calls us out whenever convenient as little sex-addicted sluts who can't live without Chad's Thundercock tucked neatly between our legs every day between classes? Insightful and intelligent, right? Goodness, I really thought we had him fooled for a while with our demure and submissive features! Maybe you'd like a man who can hold a conversation; how about a man who can keep going for upwards of an hour at the drop of a hat? I know I like it when a man shows his dominance by not letting me get a single word in edgewise during our romantic chit-chats. A man with a sense of humor? Ladies, do you know who you're talking about here? With Twitter at his side, his humor is an unstoppable force! I hope you like one-liners! Hey, did I mention that this man has a gun? Perfect for us ladies who could all use a little protection from those bad men at night, am I right? I mean, with all of these winning traits in such a perfectly proportioned package, who could possibly resist? I can't possibly imagine anyone in their right mind who could turn down this veritable alpha male in the rough! Why, anyone who did would have to be a blind fucking whore of a woman who doesn't even deserve to vote!
Thank you. The thought experiment is now over. Eye wash and Listerine are to your right, and showers are complimentary if needed.
I'd like to thank you for reading this far, and apologies are very much in order for me actually getting mad on the Internet. The truth is that Baush has been a consistent source of personal toxicity for years, and I wanted to use this one last post to completely purge any and all negative emotions I still had concerning him and his nearly illegal acts. The vastly lightened sensation in my body tells me that this has been accomplished, and so with this, my saga of Baush comes to a close. I have no more stories to tell regarding him, and my greatest wish is that we may all live our lives peacefully, without ever having to meet him, or indeed anyone even slightly resembling him, in public.
Match Group's services are hookup apps, Baush. Literally no one finds actual relationships on them, and you'd know that if you didn't spend so much time online processing garbage data from people who worship Elliot Rodgers. You're a fucking moron, and I want my fucking hour back from your greasy fucking palms.
 
Sure, but I'll warn you that exactly zero of these stories have a happy ending. If you're looking for any comeuppance for this man, it'll have to come in the same fashion as Moviebob's, in that his crime and punishment are both to live in the world as Baush. The next few stories are a bit more vague, but I hope you'll "enjoy" them nonetheless.
I haven't mentioned any finer details about race, but Baush is an incredibly pasty-white individual. On hot summer days he would look almost translucent, owing to his complexion and the thin layer of reflective sweat that would gather on his face. Despite this, Baush still considered himself to be "down" with the lesser races, enough to the point where he would regularly engage in what Jezebel helpfully calls "hipster racism".
(https://web.archive.org/web/2019021...om/a-complete-guide-to-hipster-racism-5905291)
Sift through the bullshit in the examples and you'll get a good feel for how Baush would regularly treat his non-pasty student researchers working under or in the proximity of him. My opinion? This behavior is fine online, where we're all just words on the Internet to the right of a profile picture. Say "nigger" however many times you need to get it out of your system, I don't care. However, this behavior is most decidedly not fine when the people you're hurling ironic abuse at are both a. younger than you by 10 years, and b. working directly under you, and thus, reliant on you for the experience that they volunteered for. I've seen Baush cast sidelong glances at Asian students whenever other students wouldn't show up to research during the COVID-19 pandemic, and I've seen him physically and verbally creep on the (10 years younger than him, by the way) student-athlete girls working under him by actually sliding up to them and making some awkward attempt at a pass, although I never heard what was said. Baush does this all without any consequence whatsoever, because Baush is a vile and lecherous buffoon who is shielded by his position as "most competent/senior researcher man" in the group.
I'm starting to get a little heated, so I'll stop here. Baush is a dick. End of story.
One of the most pathetic things about Baush is that he doesn't seem to have gotten the message that he is 10 years older than his student representatives of the current cultural zeitgeist. However, never one to be daunted by the idea of "maturity", Baush has strove in earnest to live his life in accordance with how he believes a person 10 years his junior would act: by playing online games and browsing Twitter in his work hours, scrolling through TikTok videos at every free second (taking care to always giggle at the "lol yt so yt" memes), and of course, acting in a manner completely incommensurate with both his age and his physical appearance. Baush will never miss an opportunity to spoil a conversation with the latest "gotcha" he stole straight from the replies section of @realDonaldTrump's tweets, making for conversation that is so stilted and unnatural that your eyes start scanning the walls to see if a classroom of people will burst through, Alien-style, to stand and clap for their verbal virtuoso. Unfortunately, his behavior only gets worse if he's taken an unnatural interest to your pursuits. Once Baush has deemed himself entitled to your information by means of inquiry, by God, he will not rest until he has gotten it, deflecting every reasonable denial and throwing a bizarre quasi-tantrum that consists of him making snide NSA references, attempting to cozy up to you immediately after by offering the personal (and highly private) information of his other students, and pouting to a friendly researcher that you won't tell him what he wants to hear. By this means, it is possible to make an enemy of both the senior researchers in under three minutes, all because you want to keep your work and personal life separate.
Baush is an incel, and I don't mean that in any mocking or derogatory way. When I say Baush is an incel, I mean he is an honest to God, dyed-in-the-wool, bona fide incel. Baush knows what the redpill is, and he's outright admitted to taking the blackpill. He treats women ten years younger than him with incredible contempt, although he will make some token attempt to conceal it. In his eyes, Baush is a philosopher-king hidden among the peasantry he works with, and women who do not accept that are little better than obsolete cattle you can fuck. Baush's philosophy on modern love usually defaults to this, but on occasion, the last word of that sentence peeks out, and like Baush flashing you from behind a pair of unzipped black slacks, it is completely horrifying to see. Baush doesn't make his NEED TO BREED a matter of secrecy, but in his hubris, he feels the need to justify it through statistics and make himself out to be a victim of those goddamned whores an unfavorable dating landscape. Rather than reflecting on more personal aspects of his life that may be repelling the fairer sex from his enlightened orbit, Baush prefers to live in a state of learned helplessness, using fancy incels.co write-ups and concepts he doesn't understand (like the Pareto principle) to explain away all his fucking dating woes and justify his bloated yet comfortable existence as a quasi-sex pest. Naturally, he feels the need to drag others into his very important problems as well, and woe on you if you seem to him to be a man who's "in the know" about those fucking slore women the difficulties of modern dating, as he'll latch onto you with no consideration of either your time commitment or your personal ability to withstand his toxicity. You can actually feel your soul leaving its body, one minute at a time, once Baush has deemed you worthy of his hour-long lectures on female sexuality. Personal powerleveling, vicious yet veiled attacks on women as a whole, and hastily-searched online dating statistics all come into play during your personal hour of hell. No remonstration proves effective against it. Heretical words, like "you shouldn't be so desperate to find someone" and "this is actually really uncomfortable to hear" are anathema in the Sermons of Baush. By the time he's released his grip on you, you'll practically stagger out of the room, drained of all emotion and energy, ready for 6 hours at the lab. Truly, Baush's words bring life and comfort to us all.
Readers, with the first part still fresh on your mind, I'd appreciate it very much if you humored me with a little thought experiment. If you woke up as a genuine, breeding-aged, eligible human female tomorrow (bonus points if you already are), what would you look for in your very own Prince Charming? Would he be a large, bovine caricature of a man? How unkempt would you like his personal appearance to be? Facial hair, pimples, body odor, those are all right, aren't they? After all, it wouldn't do to be a shallow whore when we're in the presence of philosopher royalty!
Let's move on to personal characteristics, for all the non-shallow pretend ladies out there. We all like a man with a can-do attitude, right? How about a man who's so woke, he calls us out whenever convenient as little sex-addicted sluts who can't live without Chad's Thundercock tucked neatly between our legs every day between classes? Insightful and intelligent, right? Goodness, I really thought we had him fooled for a while with our demure and submissive features! Maybe you'd like a man who can hold a conversation; how about a man who can keep going for upwards of an hour at the drop of a hat? I know I like it when a man shows his dominance by not letting me get a single word in edgewise during our romantic chit-chats. A man with a sense of humor? Ladies, do you know who you're talking about here? With Twitter at his side, his humor is an unstoppable force! I hope you like one-liners! Hey, did I mention that this man has a gun? Perfect for us ladies who could all use a little protection from those bad men at night, am I right? I mean, with all of these winning traits in such a perfectly proportioned package, who could possibly resist? I can't possibly imagine anyone in their right mind who could turn down this veritable alpha male in the rough! Why, anyone who did would have to be a blind fucking whore of a woman who doesn't even deserve to vote!
Thank you. The thought experiment is now over. Eye wash and Listerine are to your right, and showers are complimentary if needed.
I'd like to thank you for reading this far, and apologies are very much in order for me actually getting mad on the Internet. The truth is that Baush has been a consistent source of personal toxicity for years, and I wanted to use this one last post to completely purge any and all negative emotions I still had concerning him and his nearly illegal acts. The vastly lightened sensation in my body tells me that this has been accomplished, and so with this, my saga of Baush comes to a close. I have no more stories to tell regarding him, and my greatest wish is that we may all live our lives peacefully, without ever having to meet him, or indeed anyone even slightly resembling him, in public.
Match Group's services are hookup apps, Baush. Literally no one finds actual relationships on them, and you'd know that if you didn't spend so much time online processing garbage data from people who worship Elliot Rodgers. You're a fucking moron, and I want my fucking hour back from your greasy fucking palms.
Thanks I hate him.
 
Hey, hope this is the right place to post this!!


I have a personal lolcow and his name is simur. He is an admin of an ethical hacking server, although I will say the concept in of itself is a joke. Anyone who joins is either wanting to know how to use grabbify or obtain free vbucks. Anyway, it’s an even bigger joke considering simur himself is someone that ip grabs children for his measly entertainment or he wastes hours making rules that have broken English.


What’s even better is the fact he has 13 year old children as his moderators. He manipulates them and constantly describes them as “mature.” He is 25 and spends his absurd life talking to 13 year old children on the internet about who only knows what. After being confronted, he gets defensive and claims the “children are not like the other children.”



Also, he has a girlfriend apparently but he spends his time flirting with women that are 6 years younger than him who show no interest in him. He spends all of his time wasting away on discord yet somehow maintains a relationship. Simur can’t even be honest about his relationships. That normally wouldn’t matter but he uses his supposed girlfriend as an example he is better than other discord users. He’s a degenerate, arrogant Moroccan middle eastern creep and arguably, a camel fucker.



Furthermore, he is very dramatic and allows his server to be overrun by children, creeps, and anyone else that causes drama. He once made a big deal out of a 13 year old that joined the server with an alternate account. Yes, an almost middle aged man is scared of alternate accounts on a shitshow of an application. And that somehow is more important than having adults as moderators, although no one in their right mind would take being a moderator seriously.



Next, he has a youtube channel called 3D’s Hideout where he does broken English notepad tutorials about discord. It isn’t even related to ethical hacking, and I sincerely doubt he is even knowledgeable in such a subject. The channel itself is a reminder of the 2010 fuckfest that was youtube.



Speaking of fuckfests, his entire server is one. It’s mainly people who spam pusheen or other overused Facebook memes meant for grandmas. Although it is a large server, staff are the only active people which is compromised of mainly children. It’s Simur’s personal Epstein shithole.
 
Some other random information: He's 32 years old and lives with his mother. But unlike Chris, he's employed.

Okay so he's 10% less autistic

When I was in elementary school I encountered quite a few personal lolcows.

The first won was called Julian, He was a tiny kid probably first or second grade. Every day at recess he would crawl under a fence near the back of the school to quote "escape school". The adult supervisors or "duties" as we called them would usually tell him to knock it off. One day during recess I'm heading towards the playground with a few other kids from my class when we see Julian run buy us while being chased by two teachers. It was like an irl roadrunner and Whiley coyote cartoon. One of the teachers gets ahold of his arm, Julian manages to get his arm free and than preceded to punch the teacher in the face. The Principal (a 70 year old man) it's called out to try to help the two teachers drag the kid down to the office. The Principle tries to get a hold of the kid only to get punched in the balls. He loses his temper and tackles the kid like a quterback than drags him inside. I never saw Julian again and the principal got fired for tackling the kid.

The second one was an annoying little shit called Logan. I use to have a digital media course with him in highschool. He'd always get in trouble with the teachers for being disruptive and looking at his phone instead of paying attention to lessons. He frequently had. Bouts of tard rage. This one time we were learning how to use Photoshop and Logan somehow managed to crash the program he than preceded to smash his keyboard against the monitor while screaming fuck over and over again. The teacher got pissed and shouts at Logan "get the hell out of my class!!!" The funniest part was Logan had to pay for a replacement keyboard and monitor.
 
Back in my high school days, there was this weird chick that was friends with a mutual friend of mine. She was obsessed as fuck with Undertale and pretended to be Chara, the sociopathic murder child. I remember she tried stabbing my arm with a pencil and acting all edgy like it was the funniest shit because she was a damn twig. (This was around a few months after Undertale came out btw.)
 
(I don't know if this is really the right thread for this, but it seemed the most fitting).

For a while (about 6 years or so) I was on a website called Quotev, which is very little known to most people outside it, and everywhere I've seen it mentioned outside the site, it's only known as a site to upload shitty fanfiction and quizzes relating to fandoms and such (honestly, I'm amazed by the lack of attention this website has recieved anywhere else online).

But the thing is, it's only presented as this, as people would use the site to take quizzes and read stuff without having an account, and the majority of people who actually made the quizzes/stories/etc used the site only (or mainly) for that purpose. Most people signed up to the site didn't actually use it for its seemingly intended purpose, as behind the stories and quizzes presented on the homepage was an entire social media website, akin to Facebook or myspace. Up until recently, the website used to look and feel really old-school, like a time capsule into the 2000s, retaining the simple, blocky style of older websites.

The userbase (also up until recently) was made up mostly of roleplayers, who utilized the (now removed iirc) "Groups" feature, which made it possible to create a group which was basically its own forum type thing, allowing you to create topics and subtopics, appoint others to "admin" roles allowing them to do certain stuff (what exactly I can't really remember) but basically this was used by roleplayers to create roleplay groups based on things such as Harry Potter, Twilight, Warrior Cats, and so on, as well as their own worlds and universes which often required a lot of worldbuilding and writing (at least the good ones). Basically there would be a "Rules" thread, usually something giving the basic lore and setting, a "Forms" thread with stuff to fill out about your character, and other topics and subtopics giving various locations where people would roleplay, interacting with other people in character.

These aren't a thing anymore, due to the removal of the search feature for groups - the way people would find these groups was through the search bar allowing you to search for groups you wanted. After this feature was removed, it was pretty much impossible to access groups for roleplay anymore, which pretty much killed the roleplay community on the site (which made up most of the userbase) and the site is pretty much dead now, rebranded with a more "modern" style and lacking groups entirely iirc. It's still around though, mainly inhabited by fanfic authors and Tumblr types. At its peak though, the site was massive, with some roleplay groups amassing members in the high hundreds, with fully written-out lore and stuff.

In the time I joined Quotev I followed the Warrior Cats fandom and was active in some popular roleplay communities. Warrior Cats itself is quite hard to describe, it's like a fantasy universe focusing on tribal groups of cats (here's a link to the wiki page for those unfamiliar) pretty much it lended itself well to the format of the roleplay groups, with warrior cat groups being some of the most popular on the site - the rank system of the "Clans" would make it easy for group admins to allocate roles to people, who would create their own original characters to roleplay as. The types of people active on these groups were... as you'd expect, I guess. There were a lot of young children as well as grown adults, a lot of furries and general aspies and weirdos. People would develop serious relationships and story arcs with their characters, and mostly it was very well-written (keep in mind, they are literal cats)

Anyway, some of these groups allowed roleplaying sex between characters (usually requiring the people involved to create a seperate thread to roleplay it on) and sometimes (if not, usually) it was kids doing this, and sometimes... yeah, adults roleplaying cat sex with children/teenagers. Fun stuff. Some of the characters involved in this were kits (kittens, or children - equivalent to infants/toddlers I guess) and apprentices (young cats in training by a veteran "mentor" to become "warriors" equivalent to teenagers, I suppose?? it's pretty weird).

One time, I encountered a group called "Matingclan" (the -clan suffix meaning a group/nation of cats in the Warrior Cat universe, with clans having various names - "ThunderClan", "WindClan" etc). This is exactly what it sounds like, a group focusing on a clan of cats, with an erotic, BDSM focus - in this group, when apprentices would become warriors, there was a ritual in which the apprentice (equivalent to a teenager) would be tied up, and in front of the rest of the Clan, the mentor would be forced to lick honey (or some kind of sweet liquid) off the apprentice's entire body, for them to become a Warrior.

Apprentices that failed their training would become sex slaves that the Clan members would be free to rape and stuff, and yes, Kits existed in this group and people would roleplay sex (and rape) with them. Many people in this group (if not most of them) were teenagers. It was really fucking weird.

So yeah, that's my story I guess. I don't really remember much else about the group but I encountered a lot of strange stuff in my time on that site. Honestly I don't know why it's recieved no attention from anywhere else on the internet and is/was such an obscure and unknown community with how large it was.
 
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(I don't know if this is really the right thread for this, but it seemed the most fitting).

For a while (about 6 years or so) I was on a website called Quotev, which is very little known to most people outside it, and everywhere I've seen it mentioned outside the site, it's only known as a site to upload shitty fanfiction and quizzes relating to fandoms and such (honestly, I'm amazed by the lack of attention this website has recieved anywhere else online).

But the thing is, it's only presented as this, as people would use the site to take quizzes and read stuff without having an account, and the majority of people who actually made the quizzes/stories/etc used the site only (or mainly) for that purpose. Most people signed up to the site didn't actually use it for its seemingly intended purpose, as behind the stories and quizzes presented on the homepage was an entire social media website, akin to Facebook or myspace. Up until recently, the website used to look and feel really old-school, like a time capsule into the 2000s, retaining the simple, blocky style of older websites.

The userbase (also up until recently) was made up mostly of roleplayers, who utilized the (now removed iirc) "Groups" feature, which made it possible to create a group which was basically its own forum type thing, allowing you to create topics and subtopics, appoint others to "admin" roles allowing them to do certain stuff (what exactly I can't really remember) but basically this was used by roleplayers to create roleplay groups based on things such as Harry Potter, Twilight, Warrior Cats, and so on, as well as their own worlds and universes which often required a lot of worldbuilding and writing (at least the good ones). Basically there would be a "Rules" thread, usually something giving the basic lore and setting, a "Forms" thread with stuff to fill out about your character, and other topics and subtopics giving various locations where people would roleplay, interacting with other people in character.

These aren't a thing anymore, due to the removal of the search feature for groups - the way people would find these groups was through the search bar allowing you to search for groups you wanted. After this feature was removed, it was pretty much impossible to access groups for roleplay anymore, which pretty much killed the roleplay community on the site (which made up most of the userbase) and the site is pretty much dead now, rebranded with a more "modern" style and lacking groups entirely iirc. It's still around though, mainly inhabited by fanfic authors and Tumblr types. At its peak though, the site was massive, with some roleplay groups amassing members in the high hundreds, with fully written-out lore and stuff.

In the time I joined Quotev I followed the Warrior Cats fandom and was active in some popular roleplay communities. Warrior Cats itself is quite hard to describe, it's like a fantasy universe focusing on tribal groups of cats (here's a link to the wiki page for those unfamiliar) pretty much it lended itself well to the format of the roleplay groups, with warrior cat groups being some of the most popular on the site - the rank system of the "Clans" would make it easy for group admins to allocate roles to people, who would create their own original characters to roleplay as. The types of people active on these groups were... as you'd expect, I guess. There were a lot of young children as well as grown adults, a lot of furries and general aspies and weirdos. People would develop serious relationships and story arcs with their characters, and mostly it was very well-written (keep in mind, they are literal cats)

Anyway, some of these groups allowed roleplaying sex between characters (usually requiring the people involved to create a seperate thread to roleplay it on) and sometimes (if not, usually) it was kids doing this, and sometimes... yeah, adults roleplaying cat sex with children/teenagers. Fun stuff. Some of the characters involved in this were kits (kittens, or children - equivalent to infants/toddlers I guess) and apprentices (young cats in training by a veteran "mentor" to become "warriors" equivalent to teenagers, I suppose?? it's pretty weird).

One time, I encountered a group called "Matingclan" (the -clan suffix meaning a group/nation of cats in the Warrior Cat universe, with clans having various names - "ThunderClan", "WindClan" etc). This is exactly what it sounds like, a group focusing on a clan of cats, with an erotic, BDSM focus - in this group, when apprentices would become warriors, there was a ritual in which the apprentice (equivalent to a teenager) would be tied up, and in front of the rest of the Clan, the mentor would be forced to lick honey (or some kind of sweet liquid) off the apprentice's entire body, for them to become a Warrior.

Apprentices that failed their training would become sex slaves that the Clan members would be free to rape and stuff, and yes, Kits existed in this group and people would roleplay sex (and rape) with them. Many people in this group (if not most of them) were teenagers. It was really fucking weird.

So yeah, that's my story I guess. I don't really remember much else about the group but I encountered a lot of strange stuff in my time on that site. Honestly I don't know why it's recieved no attention from anywhere else on the internet and is/was such an obscure and unknown community with how large it was.
Oh God, Quotev. Ariel, one of my personal lolcows, would frequent that site. And she was the creepiest of all my cows.
 
The TTV Message Boards are a goldmine for 30+ year old autists who, like LEGO (which isn't the problem)- they follow and worship a small cult of people who are autistic enough in themselves. Eljay and Kahi are the two biggest- I'm pretty sure I've seen a post about Kahi, a notorious sex-pest on this forum before. The moderators of the site are even worse. The posts here can range from homeschooled-nonsense to downright insanity, as such in the Relationship Topic. I'm surprised this hasn't gotten more attention but it's a very obscure subject.
 
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Jack is a homeless person who somehow manages to be one despite living in homes. In college at Texas Tech University in the dorms I had a roommate for a semester who was the weirdest person I had ever met. He owned nothing besides a blanket, clothes, and his medication. He constantly talked about dicks, sea monsters, racial superiority, not just with everyone who would listen but constantly to himself. Through his constant talking and drinking in the dorms I learned quite a few things about him:
His name is Jack.
He is a schizophrenic who managed to convince a bank to give him student loans during the Obama administration.
He thinks everyone is inferior to him and his sister.(Basically think the caricature the left gives the right, and make it about the purebred Aryan supremacy of just him and his sister, but not his parents for some reason)
His hobbies are masturbating and ranting to himself.

While living with him it was hell. But, all I have to offer you are these various recordings I did subtly without his knowledge to try to protect myself by having proof of his ravings to the university.








 

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