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by Froggychum » Sun Jul 29, 2018 3:28 pm
i caught site of a dastardly sight, things i were scared to reveal to authorities, because those on the site threatened lurkers to be secretive. The contents were deranged enough that i had no doubt the depraved individuals would do anything to keep me silent, or under their control. I felt guilt, because the previous victims had never been avenged, and I was part of the problem. But I realized I was being kept in fear, so I was a victim, I did not like sinking into victimhood, I believed it weak, but I decided that I needed to be strong. I did not have the dark skillset these monsters had, but I was less foolish, I had only come across it by accident, before I knew what went on in the part of the web I heard so much about. I thought it would be like finding buried treasure, but it was closer to unearthing a grizzly and gruesome murder scene that withstood the test of time and culture. I knew I was safe as long as I spoke nothing. The tools I had used to arrive were top-notch, even though I had no idea how to use them, or why they were so intensely guarded.
That day I spoke out, I don't know what happened to most those people, but those who despised these things enough to bureaucratically and methodologically eliminate them had greater equipment then the abysmal thieves-of-purity who were dwellers here. Many people were found instantaneously, the fools who had thought this a community rather than a hedonistic exchange, they told of themselves, and that information did not need to be found, it was displayed. Others were caught over the course of many months. To my shock, even lurkers were prosecuted heavily, I had been safe, as a few others had who had called over time, with less information than myself.
The public caught wind of the activities, and it was in the news, one of the biggest bust stories ever to ravage the internet collections. It was controversial, and there were different views, but finally, the last man was caught, the sinner baited the enforcers to him, and then had a scrimmage with them. He inevitably lost, but he took some more lives, the closest witness said he died with a vicious smile on his scarred face.
I deleted my extensions and tried to continue my life, it would be hard, but I would do it, knowing what i did was, at least to me, the right thing to do.
Ate, eight
(btw i am homophonic and think homophones should not be allowed to marry)
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