The Marina Joyce CrappyPasta I found on pj7t6zgpcrlfuqph

pj7t6zgpcrlfuqph dot onion is the URL for the shit pasta BTW! Just saying!

This is a new CrappyPasta that I found yesterday, posted on a site with the page title of: a! Yes, that's right, just one fucking letter a, and not even a fucking capital a; nope, just a! So what does this ShittyPasta say you ask? Let's listen to it together. Note: I had to edit the shit out of it because of how shitty it was formatted BTW!

So, here we go...

Hello, if you are reading this, I am most likely already dead.

My name is Bartholomew Quinebaug. I have always been fascinated with the deep web, ever since I first got my job in IT. That's when I learned about TOR. I found out you could buy drugs, hire hitmen, buy weapons, all over the internet.

A few months later, browsing TOR, I came across a hitman website with a live chat window. The window was glowing green and said "online". I figured I would give it a go and have a chat.

Me: "Hello? Is anyone there"
Them: "Yes"
Me: "How much is it to place a hit on someone?"
Them: "25 bitcoins"
Me: "I dont have that kind of money. Can I be honest with you?"
Them: "What?"
Me: "I am here out of pure curiosity, not an actual customer. You see, I've always been fascinated with the deep web, ever since i first learned about it during my IT career."
Them: "What did you do in IT?"
Me: "Server management. Why?"
Them: "I am looking to hire someone to manage my servers heh heh heh"
Me: "Ok, how much are you paying? What is it you need done?"
Them: "I pay 3 bitcoins a month,"

He then went into what exactly he needed done.

All perfectly reasonable requests regarding managing his hitman server. Simple things, I knew for 3 bitcoins a month I was going to be way overpaid, but I accepted. I sent him my resume and anxiously waited for a reply. It took a good 3 days for him to accept me. He gave me server access and I was able to see his conversations with customers. There were 15 regular clients who were mostly foreign. However there was one hit request from a new client based in the UK.

The request however, wasn't a standard killing. It was for monetary gain. The request was to take over a popular YouTuber's entire life by slowly drugging them, and transferring all of their earnings to the client. The YouTuber's name was Marina Joyce.

Because her name is out there, it wasn't hard for my employer to get her home address through a method known as Doxxing. The client was promised that all of this would be accomplished within the next three weeks. I was incredibly curious. I waited for 3 weeks, keeping up with my regular IT job as well as the hitman's.

I know that this was incredibly immoral, but the money was just too good to turn down. I regret everything now that I've seen what's been happening.

3 weeks go by. Throughout the weeks, the hitman has been following her and her mother. He knows when they're home and when they aren't. I see detailed reports of him sneaking into the home and poisoning Marina's favorite snacks and drinks with a homemade drug. I can't quite remember the name, it was a long one, but it made Marina act quite different in her videos. The drugs even made her take a few falls and accumulate bruises, to which her fans noticed and pointed out.

The drugs also had a psychological effect, which was initially promised not to be an issue, however that proved to be false later on. Marina became very paranoid and disturbed. Her demeanor in her videos was drastically changing and it was becoming more and more obvious, even to her own mother, that something was going on.

As marina's paranoia became more evident, in her video she said "help me". I am sure by this time you all know what i am referring to. This scared the client and the hitman. However, the plan wasn't abandoned. Like I said before, it was for the client's monetary gain. This was why he's doing this. As her fan's noticed, more posts and videos about her were being made. People thought she had been kidnapped and was being drugged, etc.

And at one point, Marina even made a post about a supposed meetup. The plan wasn't abandoned because of the attention she got. Her Youtube channel exploded, and she began making thousands a day. Thousands that would soon be in the client's pocket. It's now week 4. She's done interviews claiming that she's OK and hasn't been doing drugs (which to her knowledge is the truth). I was disgusted and appalled that this client had no moral compass and was willing to ruin a young girl's health for the sake of money. I expressed my discontent with my employer, the hitman (who's name to this day I still don't know).

Upon expression of myself, he told me that I should have known what I was getting into and I have proven myself to be unreliable. I remember the messages.

"Bartholomew, you are relieved of your duties. However, you know about my business and my clients. Normally this would not upset me, as all of my previous employees are private people who can keep a secret. You worry me. You will soon be taken care of, Bartholomew Quinebaug. I know where you are, and I know how to reach you. If you attempt to contact police, your family will also be taken care of. You've done this to yourself." he then disconnected.

I shut off my laptop, and packed my stuff. I ran out of my small apartment and down the street. I had to reach my parents. I didn't know what to tell them or what to do. They live down the street from my apartment. I took an uber to their house, ran up to the porch, carrying a suitcase and a laptop bag, banged on the front door, and shouted for them. "Mom!! Dad!! It's me, bartholomew! Open up, its urgent!".

The door swung open. My sweet mother, Veev, stared up at me inquiring about the urgency. "Bartholomew! What's the matter??" I remember her saying. "Let me inside, we all have to sit down. Get KC and 1 arm Guey too." KC, or the big KC, was my step-dad. 1 arm Guey is my brother's nickname. He was in a car accident when he was young and lost all functionality of his right arm. My dad and younger brother come out of their rooms and sit down on the couch.

I see their new dog Kirby. Kirby jumped on my chest and started licking my face. I was on the verge of crying. I was so scared and hysterical. I didn't know what to say, and all of a sudden, the words came to me. Whether they were the right ones will be up to your interpretation. "MOM, THEY'RE GONNA KILL KIRBY!". A look of startle and shock spread throughout the room. I slowly sunk into my couch, panting and sweating. "What?? Who's going to kill kirby?" Shouted KC. "Well, not just kirby. It's a long story. I've been involved with some shady business regarding a killer and they know where I live, and they know where you live. We have to leave and lay low, at least for a little bit!

Please listen to me!" my parents have always been trusting of me, and without hesitation began packing up their essentials. We took their mini van up the highway and started driving. We drove for miles. A few towns over, we decide to stop at a coffee shop that advertises free wifi. I knew that I had to inform my online friend's Zuulex and Zeeonz, maybe they could offer some help. We go in and order food and drinks, leaving Kirby in the car. I sit down and whip out my laptop, and open my irc client (irc is what hackers use to communicate).

They're online, and I sum up the story, answering any of their questions too. My family read the story as I typed it out, in awe and terror. After I informed them of our location, Zuulex stopped replying. "Zuulex?? Papa Zuulex!? Are you there!?" "Zuulex isnt here anymore" "Who is this?" "Your former employer, Bartholomew." "Zuulex, now is not the time for jokes" "Zuulex is gone, strangled in fact. And don't expect Zeeonz to last much longer either."

Both Zuulex and Zeeon's accounts disconnected from the IRC chat. I was all alone in protecting my family now. The hitman obviously knew where I was and was coming after us. I packed up my laptop and we left the coffee shop. Right now, we are on the road, I won't say our location, but we have decided we are going to release this story before going to the police. Please, let Marina know what is really going on.

[Editor note: This was posted to the Darknet, on the site pj7t6zgpcrlfuqph dot onion and added to the site Onion Crate on the 30th of July. As you can see, it is a total load of horse shit, but I thought I would put it up since it's such a crappy CreepyPasta on a current trending story of someone on YouTube! PS, For an IT person, if this was written by an IT person at all, you did a really shit job of formatting it! I has to spend several minutes editing it just so my test reader would not vomit on the strange characters in it! Just saying.

Also, If you are the one who wrote it and don't like the fact that I'm posting it on Youtube, as a CrappyPaste, too fucking bad; there wasn't a copyright, on it, so it's public domain in my mind! And, if you complain, NO FUCKS GIVEN SON! Joker laughter getting quieter and quieter, until it stops, then a Mic Drop!]