Cleet's 1000 word manifesto

Why did all my VR friends leave me; anon27, apologies, jelly, and others that I won't name, they’re all gone. Everything and everyone that I love is ripped away from me. I have tried to look as hard as I can, but I guess there really is nothing good or salvageable left here. I thought I was ready. I thought it was my time to taste final victory, defeat my enemies and have peace at last. It could have only been the case if I had played my part perfectly. It was foolhardy to think that I was up to the task so soon. During my last hiatus, I had mastered control of my emotions, of feeling no remorse when I hurt someone. I had mastered control of my willpower, of feeling no fatigue, of never seeking peace or resolution with my enemies. I had mastered control of my desires, so that every action I take must personally do me good, so that I might never be deceived or manipulated into helping someone else instead. But I had forgot a very important skill. The art of deception. I was never good at lying, stringing people along, all that social charismatic manipulative stuff that so many people here are so good at. That alone can be a simple enough key for success. I do have so many role models in this regard. You know I really do enjoy chess. I see now that the king can’t win the chess game all by himself. He needs pawns to move forward and defend him. My next departure will be solely aimed at filling that inability that I have, my inability to be subversive, to remove the advantage that so many of my enemies have over me. But mark my words. This is the LAST TIME I leave. This is the LAST TIME I will have to run and hide. My objective last time was to see if I could transition into normality, but such novelties such as peaceful lifestyles aren’t meant for all men. I have always been one to yearn for conflict. Now that I know there is nothing left to be salvaged, my next return will bring carnage.

Now to reveal that which I had been hiding for a long time now, you may even get a few sadistic laughs out of it. I know the true nature of the denizens here. Around 7ish months ago, I did the thing I regret most in the world, and it was worse than when I permanently misaligned by collarbone, worse than when I got doxxed, worse than when my poor mangled dog died in my very arms... I surrendered my innocence to another man over the internet. That was the true catalyst as to why I had gone on my first hiatus. It had nothing to do with Classic WoW coming out, but that was a good alibi for the time. Every single day for months straight thinking about what I had allowed happen tormented me and filled my dreams with terrors. I'm not exactly how sure how much the event contributed to my hateful outlook and toxic nature, but I’m certain it was a primary contributor. But that's fine by me. Despite all of this, I do not blame my corruptor. In fact, I am grateful. He simply acted in his nature, and even though I had to pay dearly for my fall, it illuminated me, it taught me the danger and emptiness that lies beneath the seemingly smiling anime faces, as if I was looking into the face of death itself. Of course, this is but one facet of the multi-ring horror circus at play here. My allies in the thread have done much to cover the other horrible problems of which we suffer daily, and if I covered them in the detail that they deserved, then this manifesto would turn into a book. So, who is exactly at blame here for this terrible situation? It's you. It's every single person who isn't absolutely appalled or at least a bit concerned at the natural state of things, the state of young men permanently scaring their minds just from hanging around a place like this. It’s like a pinkpill for your mind. Except unlike literal pinkpills, it can’t be offset just from eating onions. Not even the slightest bit of reverence or respect for the dire nature of things is given.

I am sorry to all of those that still had faith in me, that thought my peculiar personality and irrational bullheadedness was just a phase, that there was a softness inside that had something worth something. Neigh, that softness has been long since extinguished, as my trust and softness made me weak, and that weakness has hurt me more than losing every friend I had ever could. There is but one feeling that I have left.

Your discord should burn, your instances run with blood, your leaderfags shattered, your people slaughtered by the thousands, your very community torn apart... and the barest fraction of my hatred will be satisfied.

I am not so proud or overconfident to think I can accomplish all that, but I tell you I will either get as close as I can until I'm satisfied, or I will mindlessly continue until I fully degrade until a utterly senseless beast, raging on until I have a heart attack and breathe my last breath. You will not know when I begin my work, it will likely be under a new name, maybe several new names, nothing is too low or too dirty for me anymore. But by God you will know when I'm finished.

From this day forward, Cleetus is dead. The last of his humanity has been executed. If you see his name appear from time to time, know that it is just his drifting husk. I have conquered his soul. I am the Destroyer.

Feel free to laugh, but please, do not cry.