I guess since I didn't properly introduce myself; I'll shoot the shit about my first exposure to Chris Chandler.
Sixteen at the time.
It was a picture of a man in a long-sleeved red sweater sitting on a pile of Beanie Babies and licensed toys from various games (Sonic, Pokemon). With closer inspection I found out that he had this medallion thing and I'm like "Okay? Typical con-frequenter", and that he had to have been thirty-something. Confused.
Until I read further into it. I wasted the rest of the day researching this person, the look on my face was of sheer embarrassment. This is a person that can kill my image as a child with autism (rate autistic since I mentioned it?). He isn't just an individual with a gluttonous addiction to Legos, Sonic, Pokemon and Yu-Gi-OH but a glutton for infamy.
I continued to subject my mental state to further warping.
His educational history which read like a script for an R-Rated Dexter's Lab episode, his family history which had gone to waste from the start of Barb and bob's existence, and teenage angst level violent fantasies. Scratch that, they weren't even teen-level depictions of anger, but more-so relative to an unstable eight-year old. I kept thinking "this has to be the worst stunt double of a shitty life I've ever read. Ever." Nope. This guy was a canker not only throughout his school life but was a hand puppet for a stereotypical Midwestern-Mom figure.
TL;DR, saw an image, did my research, holy shit moment this is real. Now I'm here.