This is the end of an era. I remember following this shit in high school when he was just a harmless autist and regularly outputting new Sonichu issues. Bob was still kicking. Attraction signs were all the rage. And now it’s over. The mightiest lolcow has been milked dry. There will be no jail saga; it’s either going to be a very lowkey trial followed by isolated lifelong institutionalization, or a suicide. The prison saga will be a short epilogue at best. It’s well and truly over, and this is the terminally online millennial’s e-9/11. You’ll remember where you were when you found it even years from now. Mainstream internet is even taking notice. It’s done. And I’ve eulogized him in (stolen) poem.
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Christian Weston Chandler, story of a man
Ending identical to where it began
Deep within the recesses of Barb’s China
Those creased walls, the alpha and the omega.
From sex dolls and yellow hedgehog pokemon,
To Bob’s mighty axe and the unclit, all gone
Michael Snyder, Mary Walsh, and the love quest
Manajerks, jerkops, Sonic’s arms, all the rest.
Megan, Blanca, Julie, Ivy, Mia Hamm,
Wallflower, Jacklyn, the girls from the Madam
It seemed the boyfriend-free girl was but a sham
Clyde Cash, BlueSpike, Billy Mays - all just a scam.
Through Hell and back Chris walked, a virgin with rage
Forever alone, life itself was a cage
But on and on we watched this man on his stage
Then one day he found Barb; weak, burdened with age.
Christian Weston Chandler, story of a man
Ending identical to where it began
Deep within the recesses of Barb’s China
Those creased walls, the alpha and the omega.