To those whom it may concern

Added: 09/10/21 | Last Updated: 09/10/21

WARNING:
If topics regarding sexual assault, grooming, manipulation, targeted harassment, and stalking perturb you, I advise you to refrain from reading ahead.

A brief preface as to why this page exists:

This isn't meant to be some kind of faggy TL;DR YouTuber-tier apology statement, sob story, or attempt to convince anyone of anything, but a defacto source for answers of common questions and speculation regarding events that transpired during my teenage years and other controversial and irrelevant topics. Sift through the content below as you please.

From the age of 15, I have endured existing as the focal point of an over half-decade-long slander and targeted harassment campaign, initially stemming from an adolescent desperation for attention and approval as a result of isolation, parental neglect, and innate neurological misfortune. This predicament would soon be cemented after having been introduced to a handful of cliques whom would subsequently gaslight, manipulate, and encourage me to act out via the means of internet publicity stunts, regurgitating political rhetoric I was never truly sound with, and mirroring extremely distasteful "humor" for their approval and recognition throughout the ages of 15-18.

Fortunately, now as an adult, I have long since escaped the grasp of these pernicious crowds and can finally understand the psychological damage that was done. Many of the people I knew during that time period in my life have also long since moved on and have even apologized. Nonetheless, there remains a vocal minority comprised of a bizarrely obsessive handful bearing a variety of odd personal vendettas, ranging from things as simple as a single altercation to motives as sinister as resenting me for having grown past the person I was as a teenager - this includes both people I knew personally, as well as several whom I don't even recall having ever even spoken to, and are to this day obsessed with my then teenage self and the content I produced during that time, resenting me eternally for having essentially grown up. The few who have latched onto this have dedicated a decent amount of their lives to chronologizing my every action and every insignificant mistake, as well as launching elaborate slander campaigns contrived entirely from falsehood and fabrication.

As a result of this, a number of "allegations" that are as baseless and easily refutable as they are slanderous and vile have proliferated over the last several years, a large amount of which were established while I was still a minor. The purpose of this page is precisely to address this, as having been subjected to a one-sided narrative for so long is bound to raise skepticism among the misinformed. To understand just how absurd a lot of this truly is, do take into consideration that a large portion of this stems from resentment for having killed off two YouTube channels that a handful of users became oddly attached to and infatuated with while I was between the ages of 14 and 17.

This has resulted in everything from countless death threats, IRL harassment, mail fraud, harassment of my family, threats of having drugs mailed to my residence and being swatted, obsessive-compulsive stalking and documentation, and having been doxxed by someone who sexually assaulted me IRL.

To this very day, not a mere shred of factual evidence exists regarding the worst of these claims. Falsified/edited chats and cherry picked accounts of edgy shitposting do not qualify as evidence. While I will admit to things that did occur and were either twisted for the sake of defamation or regular shortcomings put under a microscope to dangle above my head as a strategic form of revenge, I simply will not admit to things that simply did not happen.

A quick reference for the primary set of claims and their corresponding rebuttal can be found here.

Browse the timeline for more information regarding some of these topics

Claim	Explanation
Alleged "grooming, blackmail, and encouragement of self harm" \| 2018	This simply did not happen, and will not happen. This is primarily in reference to events that transpired during June of 2018 as well as a Discord server that was strictly 18+. Desperate for attention and relevancy as a depressed 18 year old, I decided to ride the coat tails of another user (Reiko) who had essentially become a meme two months prior for shitposting about "converting others to transgenderism" and the like on 4chan. Upon realizing that these users weren't just shitposting and turned out to be engaging in some truly nefarious actions, I fled their vile communities, reported all that I could, and even attempted to catfish Reiko for information to no avail. The commonly referenced screenshots are an amalgamation of edgy, satirical jokes that never amounted to anything, as well as a decent amount of entirely fabricated things I never said. Some of the quotes are so absurd you would genuinely have to have an IQ of 50 to perceive them as anything more than ironic shitposting. One of the two photos depicting self harm was created by a drunk Australian dude in his 20's who was desperate to get anyone's attention in the server that way, and the other (Which honestly looks like sharpie) was created by another 4chan rando who was obsessed with me at the time, whom I personally remember very little about. Neither were requested via blackmail or anything of the sort, I simply could not dictate what obsessive psychopaths on Discord would do to gain my (and others') attention at the time. This is commonly made out to appear as if I incessantly requested this sort of behavior, groomed individuals into indulging in it over long periods of time, blackmailed those who would not comply, etc., yet to this day there still remains zero evidence of even one situation of this nature actually ever occuring. I hold a strong stance against the encouragement of self harm, blackmail, or forcing anyone into indulging in anything without consent; especially if underage. I have specified this in the rules section of every Discord server I have owned since I turned 18. The only person who was groomed into being trans was me at the time. As stated prior, fabricated logs and out of context shitposting objectively does not qualify as proof of anything. This is the result of what happens when personal vendettas become pseudo-vigilantism.
Calling CPS on someone \| 2015	This actually did occur, and couldn't even remotely be considered an unjust course of action given the circumstances. This is in reference to Vlad/Paul; an online friend of mine during 2015 and early 2016. Vlad and I were both 15 at the time, and his parents severely neglected his mental illness, hygiene, and general wellbeing. This includes talking to and showering with figurines and believing they were real, flooding 4chan's /toy/ board with countless threads begging anons not to sexualize his robot waifu, and living among a collection of several hundred uncapped urine-filled bottles, bags filled with feces, several feet of garbage that obscured the floor, etc. His parents had spent his entire college fund on a trip to Japan for his sister, which also likely contributed to his mental state. All of this is extremely well documented in Vlad's KF thread. I say this not to slander him, but to provide an insight as to why I and several others were worried for his wellbeing, and the best course of action (at least I thought so when I was 15) was to inform child protective services of the state he was living in. As expected, it only took about a month afterward for him to shape up and begin doing better; his collection of garbage and urine bottles disappeared within a week. A couple of people make this out to be some kind of crime against humanity like I ruined him or something, which was always really weird to me. CPS isn't even close to swatting, something I however, actually have been threatened with.
Allegedly distributing viruses and malware to "thousands of people" \| 2016	This one's actually kinda funny. This really boils down to being 16 and having sent a few meme/joke programs to a maximum of 5-10 users on Skype and Discord, and later posting it on the decaying husk of a YouTube channel I shut down after receiving unreasonable amounts of backlash for doing so. These programs either did stupid things like shake windows around or sent screenshots to an SMTP server, and were never truly malicious. The handful of users that even got to witness this were all told how to remove it within minutes. With that said, however, running an untrusted executable on a Windows machine from someone you don't know well from skype group or a random YouTube video is just asking for it. Regrettable? Perhaps a bit, but once again: I am no longer an edgy 16 year old. This will be a recurring theme for this page; failure to realize that people are not static beings is the sort of straw grasping that results in me still hearing about this into my 20's.
That weird exchange between two users claiming I "dated" a 13 year old when I was 18 \| 2018	I'm genuinely clueless with this one, all I know is that something like that didn't and wouldn't happen. The YouTube comment, Discord exchange, etc. all come off as painfully staged and I wouldn't be surprised if both the "victim" and the poster were the same person with different accounts. The YouTube message initiating contact and nothing else is likely real as I talked to so many people back then I can't possibly remember every single one, but the claim objectively is not. I also recall staking out the channel later on and it appeared to be owned by a deep-voiced dude who honestly came off as older than me.

I'm more than aware of the fact that the willfully nitpicky few who truly enjoy believing and dwelling on these things will discard this information in favor of other silly miscellaneous gripes from years past.

Convincing this demographic of anything isn't the purpose of this page, as doing so is impossible by choice. I'm not going to waste time going through every single little altercation I've had since I was a teenager. That includes whatever may pop up in the future.

Below is a semi-detailed timeline covering events and information relevant to this page by year.
This won't be an autobiography detailing every single irrelevant aspect of my life, but rather an in-depth dive into some of the events that resulted both in this predicament and where I am now spanning from 2014-2020. Some of the more important bits are touched upon in the quick reference above. For the autistically fascinated, here's everything you ever wanted to know about the things I wish to forget, and the only place I'm gonna reference any of this on my current social media/website.

*2014* */ Introduction*	The true provenance of this chain of events begins in Fall of 2014, during which I had just turned 15 years old. Having undergone an atypical childhood alongside a severely abusive and neglectful father whom my mother and I were routinely berated, threatened, and sometimes even beaten by until the divorce of my parents in 2009, as well as having been plagued with several innate neurological disorders, my mental condition as an early teenager was far more fractured than I could even begin to fathom at the time. For better or worse, I had also been pulled from the public school system in 7th grade and entered NEETdom at the age of 13. This isn't something I'd recommend to anyone unless you bear an intrinsic desire to pursue knowledge on your own accord. Given that my entire world as an early teenager existed between four walls and without a single IRL acquaintance or outlet, I was stuck with two things - my mind, and the internet. In particular, imageboards. Come late 2014, desperate for some type of approval and attention, positive or negative, I figured the best way to attain such a status online was via the means of an ironic troll persona inspired by what was popular among imageboard and lolcow-centric communities at the time. A persona inspired by notorious cows such as Chris-Chan, JustinRPG, etc., but laced with my own tech and anime-related twist, interests, and sense of humor; go figure. It seemed brilliant at the time, given the sheer amount of attention acting retarded on the internet could bring to anyone who was otherwise unknown, and whether it was negative or positive attention was entirely an afterthought. This troll persona was centered around a character by the name of Foxworth, possessing a comically ludicrous obsession with several characters from a particular anime I enjoyed at the time and was popular among imageboards, as well as a fixation with Windows ME, a notoriously shitty version of Microsoft Windows that was renowned as the butt of every tech-related joke since its inception. The backstory was that the character was supposedly "returning" to DeviantArt to appear authentic, but in reality this was the first account. I created countless bizarre Photoshopped images wearing $5 thrift store suits complete with tons of enhanced contrast and sharpness for that truly cursed look, dozens of intentionally crude drawings and animations, explicit writings, and even an imageboard. This would ensue for several months with sporadic breaks.
*2015*	Entering 2015, not much had changed. I spent countless hours shilling the troll content everywhere from 4chan's /a/, /b/, /g/, /s4s/, and other boards to 8chan, leddit, funnyjunk, knowyourmeme, etc. alongside a Skype group of about 10 people. I was 15, mentally ill, isolated, and the attention garnered from this e-stunt filled a void. Little did I know, it would result in a chain of negative events that would follow me into my 20's at the time I write this, even if I can laugh about it now. About a month into 2015, I had began to grow tired of the schtick, had made a decent amount of online acquaintances from it, and was ready to call the quits. This would result in a long post on the initial DeviantArt account used as a central hub for the content, explaining that it was all an epic ruse. The post was well recieved. This wouldn't be the end, however. I had just pulled off what 15 year old me perceived as the greatest le ebin trolling operation since Liquid Chris and relished within the 15 minutes of "fame". This is where it should have ended. However, several weeks would pass and a void arose within me once again. Teenage NEET life felt monotonous without the persona, so I returned with fresh DeviantArt account and a long post now trying desperately to pass off the big reveal as a ruse itself. This was also well received as the handful who observed were desperate an encore. Content production was kicked into overdrive, and many more crude videos and images were released under the new account. Around that point, an anon from 8chan had created an ED entry regarding the persona, including a section describing the troll reveal. Desperate to fuel the fire, I recognized the ED article as a brilliant means of self promotion and contributed literal pages of satirical slander against my own persona in third person, all while trying frantically to obscure the prior evidence of the character's origin as an internet publicity stunt. Fast forward about a few weeks, and I would earn a thread on a particular notorious web forum. (Now, before you sperg, I do agree that a vast majority of threads on KF are genuinely warranted. Mine, however, evolved into a shit slinging contest comprised of irrelevant personal Discord/YouTube "drama" and a-logging.) I had few issues with the thread during its first year or two of existence, as it was created solely to discuss the performance act and would swiftly perish, remaining virtually dead for several years. Josh himself even baleeted the thread until a couple users practically begged for its revival several years later. At one point in 2015 I even playfully contributed to the thread early on and applauded their interest in what I was doing, as few posters had any motive to act with malice. Little did I know, still 15, this would be eventually revived from the dead and utilized as a tool to chronologize my every move, mistake, and every bit of falsified slander ex-friends and several outsiders with personal vendettas would inject upon finding reasons to act rabid towards me in coming years. Anyway. Not much would change until Summer of 2015, a point at which I truly was sick of the act and wanted to distance myself from it. Alongside the persona, I operated a YouTube channel that was home to many 3D-animated shitposts that were unrelated to the more ironic content which were gaining traction on their own despite them overlapping. I promptly removed all references to the Foxworth character, confirmed it as false once and for all, and would subsequently set out to focus on the YouTube channel; tweaking the name a bit but still keeping the made up surname that was originally coupled with the persona as I didn't want to lose the small but loyal fanbase I had amassed. This was a mistake. Come Fall of 2015, I was just barely 16, and I had developed an entirely new circle of "friends" derived primarily from YouTube and 4chan. With late 2015 came preparation for arguably the single most heated and controversial presidential election in American history, and being neck-deep in political extremism was just the cool thing to do at the time and especially within the communities I was roped in with. I was 16, terribly naive, and actually knew next to nothing about politics, but simply went along with what all my "friends" at the time did. A vast majority of the crowds I was roped in with thrived almost exclusively on the new concept of alt-right politics (And I'm not using this term as a buzzword in this context) and would serve as a horrible influence for my worsening teenage mental state. Approaching the Winter, a shitty, short lived attempt at a collaborative animation channel known as *Grand Channel* would be established by myself and about ten other users (All of whom have long since moved on and want just as much to do with it now as I do, which is jack fucking shit). The content ranged from low-effort to unwatchable, consisting primarily of highly compressed low effort animations to slideshows of compressed JPEG images. Despite being nothing particularly special or edifying, Grand Channel would later garner a small cult following of users who grew a freaky sentimental attatchment to it, believing it to be some sort of divine legacy. This bizarre cult following would later react viciously upon the channel's demise, and remains one of the primary catalysts in regards to personal vendettas and an integral part of this conundrum.
*2016*	Grand Channel would continue to churn out low-quality shitpost content into early 2016, while members of its gradually imploding inner circle would progressively infight towards the channel's collapse. Alongside what occurred behind the scenes, the channel's small but dedicated fanbase would become continually rabid in regards to the direction they wanted the content to follow, which I found to be particularly aggravating. Grand Channel was graciously put to death in Spring of 2016 as a joint decision between its two primary founders, Parysk and I. This would almost immediately trigger near-insurmountable waves of backlash among its small cult-like fanbase, many of whom would resent, stalk, and a-log me for life as a result Grand Channel's demise, in the sense that I essentially took away their pacifier. All of the videos were removed and replaced with a single video titled "sudo rm -rf" blaring LeafyIsHere's intro music as he was the relevant epic maymay at the time. Some speculate that the demise of grand channel is linked to envy among its inner circle regarding individual viewcounts, which I always found to be really far fetched and egotistical. My final thoughts on Grand Channel are as follows: Good fucking riddance. After Grand Channel's short lived trainwreck of an existence, I continued to focus on my own YouTube channel at the time. In the Summer of 2016, a larger YouTuber by the name of Chadtronic would be informed of the content, and would subsequently ask for my permission to create a reaction video featuring my animations. Still 16, starstruck, and socially inept, I had not the slightest clue of what to make of this at the time and thanked him profusely for the exposure. Chad's coverage would result in my channel receiving a substantial influx of new viewers and subscribers. Behind the scenes, as I was maturing, I had began to experiment with my sexuality due to loneliness and external influence; occasionally crossdressing (Despite that never actually having been an interest of mine) for approval from strangers on the internet and flirting with the concept of bisexuality. It took me several years of experimenting with several different concepts before realizing who I was in late 2019-ish (Which is spoiler: just a regular guy). Despite the closure of Grand Channel, I had still retained a significant number of the acquaintances I had made in 2015, and began to fraternize with many new users hailing from adjacent communities throughout the transition from Skype to Discord. Still naive and desperate for the approval of my "friends" at the time, who were almost all invested in alt-right tradcath LARPing and zealous beliefs, resulting in me going along with them to some extent while still being open about my sexuality. This didn't necessarily fly with my acquaintances at the time.
*2017*	Entering early 2017, having just turned 17 several months prior, I had absolutely no clue how to handle the influx of new viewers and subscribers pouring in from Chadtronic's coverage of my channel at the time as well as other sources, and began to feel overwhelmed; suffocated under the thousands of repetitive comments from barely coherent children who liked the content for its "le spoopy weird side of YouTube" appeal. This aggrevated me, so I lashed out, and began essentialy telling them all to fuck off in droves. Looking back, it would've been easy enough to just tune out. Additionally, I was so overwhelmed by the attention and spotlight that I subconsciously internalized Chadtronic as an enemy; the spawn of this attention, and the reason I was as exasperated as I was. This resulted in me spitefully copyright striking the video instead of approaching Chad with courtesy, despite having initially been asked for permission. Needless to say, this was far from the right trajectory to pursue, and if you ever manage to see this, Chad, I do apologize. Concurrently, my mental state was rapidly exacerbating as I was torn between my thoughts at the time and the beliefs of both my exceedingly conservative parents and my inner online "friend" circle, and the more open I was about topics such as my sexuality, interest in anime and Touhou Project, etc. the more I would be routinely berated, threatened, gaslit, and outcasted by people I believed to be my only friends and outlet. Looking back, I should have simply told them to fuck off and found new friends online or IRL, but it seemed impossible at the time and I truly did feel weak. As tension built up inside me due to the psychological warfare transpiring within my mind as a young and naive person beind psyoped to take sides, I had hit my breaking point and had basically lost it. I denied and repressed everything that was bottled up inside me, put aside my beliefs and interests, and tried my absolute hardest to appease those around me as a last ditch effort to not be considered a "degenerate" by regurgitating their radical (When I say radical, again, I genuinely mean radical; not what the postmodern alt-left defines as radical) rhetoric in full force, releasing dozens of posts claiming I despised everything I and liked inside and wrongfully condemning others. Succumbing to this both hurt me in the sense that I censored who I was in favor of things that failed to accurately represent me, and in the sense that normies who were oblivious as to what was going on behind the scenes assumed I had done a 180 and was some kind of crazed extremist LARPer - which simply isn't true. (Spoiler alert: I do not align myself with any side, especially in the current year, and end all labels at pro-true and anti-false, and pro-good and anti-bad.) In Spring of 2017, I had shut down the channel and officially put an end to the alias and name I used online at the time.
*2018*	2018 easily qualifies as the worst year of my life. Nearly an entire year would pass before I had resurfaced under a new alias in January of 2018, apprehensively reestablishing contact with a few of the same users I had fraternized with in the past, the only difference now being that I was 18 and had shed off most of the effects of the prior gaslighting. I was introduced to a handful of new people, whom I would subsequently form another attempt at a collaborative YouTube channel with, which flopped due to infighting after the release of only one video. This would be the last time I hung around most anyone even remotely associated, and swiftly abandoned them. Meanwhile, in Spring of 2018, still exploring my sexuality, I had begun to venture out, and by chance, ended up acquainting myself with a disproportionate number of users who identified as trans. Still naive and practically mindraped by the events that transpired until this point, I was desperate for a way to start anew, and the concept of transgenderism was shilled to me by the communities I had fallen into as if it was the answer to my prayers; a one-trick solution to all of my problems. Despite not truly feeling this way, I went with it, and would subsequently identify this way myself, which was by far the worst mistake of my life. I was groomed post-trauma, and never exhibited any signs of autogynephilia, nor genuine gender dysphoria. This would only further amplify the resentment felt by former fans of both Grand Channel and my YouTube channel, as most of them were invested in genuinely radical alt-right pseudo-politics, and served as yet another nail in the coffin for what they believe I took away from them. It should also be noted that I was groomed into falling down the trans rabbithole a couple years before the core concept was basically hijacked and subsequently morphed into the widespread, cult-like, corporate pseudo-political agenda backed by mainstream media outlets and laced with twitterisms, pronounspeak, and other gibberish that it is today (Which even many LGBT-identifying individuals find to be absurd), and was still relatively obscure among gen Z youth. This was 2018. Later on, in around April of 2018, user by the name of Reiko had become largely infamous on 4chan almost overnight on the notion that Reiko was allegedly "converting users of /r9k/ to transgenderism" via blackmail, and encouraging them to engage in self-harm. Fast forward to June of 2018. My life at this time was monotonous and boring, and the desire for relevancy, attention, and another 15 minutes of fame had spiked once again. While under the impression that Reiko and co. were merely shitposting without having assiduously scrutinized the situation, I foolishly decided to ride Reiko's filthy coat tails, and created a Discord server that would be shilled all over /r9k/ that lasted for a maximum of 2-3 weeks. The server was strictly 18+, and was mostly filled with edgy, satirical shitposting that never amounted to anything. A vast number of screenshots from the server surfaced alongside many falsified screenshots that I never took part in, created by former acquaintances who saw this as an opportunity to engage in further slander. The topics discussed in the server were a classic example of typical edgy shitposting A lot of these screenshots are so absurd you'd genuinely have to possess the mental capacity of a troglodyte to perceive them as anything past satirical shitposting and banter. Quotes such as "8chan being filled with literal kids that would become trans" etc. Yeah, 8chan, the now defunct, 18+, neckbeard-filled imageboard that was put to death after having ties to a mass shooting. You have to be fucking kidding me. Everyone around me thought this kind of "humor" was funny at the time, which was precisely the only reason I did as well. Towards the end of the server's existence, two images depicting self-harm were nonchalantly posted; one submitted by a severely intoxicated man in his 20's who was doing this left and right for anyone whose attention he wished to gain, and another by a user who was obsessed with me as a result of the stigma that the server had garnered on 4chan. I also speculate the second image to be fake. I remember very little about either, as they were two of hundreds of Discord acquaintances I had at the time and I didn't speak much with either. Neither of the images were formally requested; the concept was only joked about by a few users on the server, and there was no possible way I could govern what obsessive psychopaths on Discord would do to gain my (and others') attention at the time. The way this is typically skewed among those who wish to engage in slander is that I apparently blackmailed these users over a long duration of time to obtain such content, which I can assure never occurred. There never has been and never will be even a single lone shred of proof that the satire nature of the server amounted to anything past edgy humor. Once again, the topics discussed in the server were a classic example of typical edgy shitposting meant to be taken with a grain of salt, akin to other forms of edgy humor such as 9/11 jokes, "ironic" racism, etc. I shouldn't even have to be reitterating this. This entire thing is also literally impossible in every sense of the word, especially in my case, when you realize the following: I was an 18 year old NEET in 2018 with no money, and HRT is extremely expensive if obtained via offshore pharmacies Estradiol is a controlled substance in the US and if prescribed requires many trials and tribulations Someone underage wouldn't have a bank account or way to purchase it even if they had the funds, and would be receiving questionable packages You can easily just block and report someone on Discord Even if an entire room's worth of crushed up pills were added to a city's water supply one single time (Which would cost around $300,000.00 to fill a small room) it would do literally nothing as even that quantity would immediately dilute, not to mention that in order to achieve any effect this would have to be done for months if not years. Water treatment plants are ridiculously secure. Yes, troglodytes from /pol/ and KF actually took that concept seriously and tried to file "domestic terrorism" reports over one satirical sentence in a Discord screenshot from 2018. You can laugh now. After all, these are the same people who genuinely believed I ate insects simply because I posted a photo of a bug I found outside and made a joke about eating it on Discord, and the same people who genuinely believed I regularly drank Windex because I posted an original cursed photo of Windex in a wine glass as a meme, so figure what you will. After witnessing the sorts of vile users my server at the time attracted and their antics, I became increasingly disgusted with them, and began actually researching the Reiko situation by joining his server (Which I actually had never joined prior to this moment) after my own was put to death, and searching for anything questionable I could find. Needless to say, I was absolutely fucking appalled by my findings and came to the realization that few people within these /r9k/-derived Discord cesspits were actually just shitposting and in actuality were neck deep in cult-like behavior, self-harm and its encouragement, and engaging in actual "pinkpilling" psyops that extended far beyond merely posting retarded but otherwise innocuous shill threads on 4chan and edgy dark humor. I later attempted to catfish Reiko for any information I could get in DMs over the course of a couple weeks, unfortunately to no avail, and was simultaneously practically begged to join a similar cesspit known as "/r9cute/" ran by a freak known as "Cass", who was arguably worse than Reiko himself, sticking around for like two halfway-decent users of the server but primarily forking over any information I had about the server to those who were actively working against it as they were still under the impression I was one of their kind. Upon realizing the sheer depravity of these hellscapes and their users, I promptly fled all of their vile communities and never looked back. Seriously, fuck that shit to the nth degree, holy fucking shit. A couple weeks later, I was acquainted with a neckbeard and professional tranny chaser by the name of Michael Adkins, better known under the pseudonym Von. From day one, Von was obsessed with me and would incessantly shower me in creepy DMs I would rarely acknowledge practically every moment of the day. Von was also within close proximity to me, living just a couple towns over, and upon realizing this persistently begged me to hang out with him. Apprehensive initially, I obliged due to loneliness and we visited an arcade, having a mostly normal interaction, and later visiting a sushi bar (At which he struggled for 20 minutes to grasp the food with chopsticks before ultimately giving up, stabbing the mangled mess of fish and rice with a fork, consuming one bite, and not touching it again as I patiently finished my plate properly, I should add). After the outing, we returned to his place and were alone in the basement. I was sexually assaulted. I returned home nearly in tears and refused to speak to Michael during the commute back. I vented to my closest online acquaintances about the encounter, all of whom were supportive. I hadn't blocked him on Discord but distanced myself from him for about a week before informing him that he went too far, to which he supplied a half-assed apology. He subsequently continued orbiting me on Discord, becoming perturbed when I wouldn't acknowledge his obsessive behavior. I blocked Von after being berated in typical "nice guy" fashion after rejecting his proposition to date. Von then conspired with three users who he knew disliked me for similar reasons, and handed them all of my personal details including my home address, which was then relayed publicly to 4chan, 8chan, Kiwi Farms. This resulted in harassment of my parents, endless mail fraud, false FBI reports, constant death threats, users conspiring to mail drugs to my house and subsequently have me swatted, and someone showing up at my house to film (Who was then berated by the rest of the gang stalkers and called a pussy for not literally going in and murdering me). So yeah, the only reason the OP of the KF thread even includes my name is because it was literally obtained from someone who sexually assaulted me IRL and then doxxed me because I wouldn't date him. I then had to deny my own sexual assault to attempt to evade harassment, which didn't do much. My relationship with my mother at the time wasn't great either due to my identity at the time, and she wanted me out as well. Regardless, I had to flee the location due to the then recent doxxing fiasco and had barely any time to figure anything out, so I hopped onto a bus to stay with someone I wasn't particularly fond of whom I knew online for about a month, and had to sell off most of my belongings aside from what I could shove into a storage unit over the course of 3 days. What occurred between then and late November of 2018 is irrelevant, but the experience was far from pleasant and involved a lot of hitch hiking, but ended happily after practically having my life saved by another person who is still a best friend of mine to this day. That concludes 2018. What an absolute shitshow. But at last, I was safe, even if the obsessive stalking would continue to ensue online.
*2019*	2019 was a weird but monotonous year. Not much occured outside of me occasionally posting art on Twitter under a new handle, a couple failed relationships, and some dumb e-drama that everyone involved now feels retarded as a result of - all of which is extremely irrelevant. And of course, more endless a-logging and stalking directed towards me despite barely even having an internet presence, but that's always to be expected unfortunately and it was at that point that I stopped really giving a fuck about it either way. I spent most of 2019 perpetually smoking weed and that's about it. However, towards the end of 2019 would come a lot of introspection, self-analyzation, and ultimately, the realization that I was not in fact trans - and never was to begin with. I dropped the identity, deleted my Twitter account at the time, and saw myself for who I am - merely a male on the internet who was groomed during a horrible state of loneliness and trauma. It was easily the worst mistake of my life. I'm a man, baby. It should also be noted that at the time I write this (September of 2021), it has been over two years since I dropped the trans thing, and nearly four years since I was psyoped into claiming such a thing at all, and that I only wasted one year of my life ever bearing that identity. It is now not only old news that I was ever groomed into it to begin with, but is also old news that I distanced myself from it as well. I'm just happy to still be functional and intact, I'll leave it at that. Few can bounce back from this sort of spiritual gore. I did.
*2020*	2020 was a good year, minus my introduction to alcoholism (Which I think I've finally managed to eschew as of September, 2021). Proxima64 was launched, and I began to feel more true to myself than I ever have in my life. There you have it. Cue the happy 80's movie credit roll music and freeze frame skateboard jump shot.

"B-But what about the time-"

Those who engage and prolong

Below is a chart describing types of users who engage with and prolong this conundrum, both intentionally and unintentionally

The A-Log	This category best describes former fans of the content I made as a young teenager who strongly resent me for having grown up, the short time I identified as trans, and the fact that I went from producing shitty, edgy meme content to drawing anime/touhou stuff and focusing on music, and have essentially dedicated their lives to their burning hatred for every atom that comprises my body since I turned 18. Despite there being few who fall into this category left, a vocal minority still thrives and their sentiment is entirely chosen, regardless of what mental gymnastics are used for justification. This category also applies to users who simply despise me for retarded, arbitrary reasons such as my political or religious sentiments and opinions, or the fact that I'm an overtly lewd person, and all I can really say to that is boo hoo. Simply fucking off is an alien concept to the few that remain. If you're at all curious about the sort of individual that fits this category to a tee, I suggest skimming through this post about perhaps my creepiest stalker to date, who is as persistent as he is utterly fucking retarded, and is a textbook right wing lolcow and closeted furry who idolizes a KKK grifter.
The Tattletale	This best describes users I've gotten into insignificant altercations with in recent years who figure immediately consulting gangstalkers who crave my blood is the correct course of action to pursue upon even the most miniscule of quarrels that would in any other scenerio be forgotten the next day, making them far worse than their complaint. In 99% of cases, I'm usually met with an apology in coming days once said users realize just what rabbit hole they're carelessly stumbling into. People like this also tend to hail from malicious sources but never divulge this until something pisses them off. Think like, the pigmen in Minecraft, lole. The art of blocking, forgiving, and forgetting never seems to apply here.
The Naive but Fascinated Fan	This is a demographic that I don't outright despise but do pity to an extent and wish to guide. Residing on the other side of the coin, these are diehard fans who are absolutely fascinated with the content I created as a teenager as well as what I'm up to now. Users in this category are never outright malevolent, but often end up stumbling into the clutches of those with malicious intent while searching for information, archives, etc. If this is you, and you have even an ounce of respect for me, I can advise you not to contribute to what you may initially perceive as neutral discussion but I can't stop you either.

Conclusion

If you've made it this far, then I applaud you. Although these things no longer affect me the way they did when I was much younger, I still do hear about almost everything detailed on this page from time to time even into my 20's, and felt that this would be a necssary and important point of reference so I don't have to continue wasting my time clearing up misinformation to individual users the sporadic times it's brought up.

At the very least, this page can serve as an educational document demonstrating what red flags to pick up on while you still can as well as the holes one can fall into when neurological issues, depression, isolation, and the internet are combined.

Fucking up is merely a nuance of the human condition, and when one's fuckups are placed under a microscope for all eternity, they can easily be skewed to appear far more severe than they are in actuality - especially if mixed with falsehood strategically injected by those driven by malice rooted in resentment. I have literally nothing to lose at this point by creating this page (I lost my anonymity long ago, have been slandered to all fuck for years, been doxxed, groomed, sabotaged, sexually assaulted IRL, etc.), so all I can implore you to do at this point is use your common sense and deduce as you please. I no long require the approval and attention I did as a teenager, so I honestly couldn't give less of a fuck if you dislike me. These are simply my thoughts in retrospect. All in all, nothing matters. I'm also not going to waste time continually updating this every time something "comes up" or every word on this page is nitpicked (Which it will be). There's your epic lulz, take it or leave it, bitches.

Nonetheless, justice will always prevail, as will my drive to do and create what I love. Thank you.

February 2023 Update:

Due to positive recent events, the past has now been properly cemented as a bittersweet stepping stone along the way to where I am now, and I am at peace with a lot in regards to the content I made when I was between the ages of 14 and 16 (Although it is deprecated, you are more than free to enjoy it). There is also no longer a reason for me to have a problem with my teenage internet presence being chronologically linked up to the present, and fans from yesteryear are more than welcome to stick around for what's to come.