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Question number 1. What's my favourite way to pass the time? The answer: Messing with people, of course.
Now, what's even more fun to me than messing with people? Messing with crazy people. And paranormal message boards are the perfect places to pick up countless crazies to play with. Yup, the place I used to go to kill time before /seacats/ was a place that called themselves "sanctuary".
It started as a little joke, actually. I used to post on 4chan's /x/ and type creepy stories for people to read. It was my way of "practicing" my own writing skills. I remember at one point somebody linked me to that sanctuary place and I almost died from laughter.
At first it was just going to be another one of my creepy stories, but with a new twist. The characters in the story would be the ones reading the story. I spun a couple of lies here and there, made up a few terms I thought they'd believe, and took it from there. The story moved forward and the people who believed it must either have been total idiots, completely crazy, or playing along just for kicks the same as I was.
Though, it sort of grew out of hand. I only intended to keep it to one thread but before I knew it, people were asking for me by name. Who the hell did they believe I was, some kind of psychic superhero? Anyway, it seemed like a fun idea at the time, so I decided to play along. I'd answer any questions they had in a way I thought they'd be satisfied with, and things continued like that for a while. I thought they'd grow bored of me, but the opposite happened.
By this point several people had added my email address and were bombarding me with questions. Admittedly that may have been a stupid move on my part, but have you ever tried leading on a crazy person with made-up stories you think they'd believe? It's damn hilarious is what it is. The kind of bullshit I was feeding them wouldn't even be found in a bad sci-fi novel, and they all either believed it or just played along with it.
Ghosts? Auras? Demons? Think of it like this. Have you ever told a scary story to a small child just to watch their reaction, only to find that they believed the story was real once you finished telling it? Maybe you told the kid there's a shadowy monster under his bed who will eat him if he doesn't go to bed by 9 at night. But then the damn brat's too scared to get into bed because he believes there's a monster under it waiting to eat him.
Well, the same thing happened here. What was originally a way to pass the time became a lie people either followed, believed, or played along with for fun. In that regard I suppose my little experiment was a success since I was able to catch so many fish with that bait, but as it turns out, it was more fish than I could even reel in.
Do you know what was going through my head as I typed all that shit? Because I sure as hell don't. You know, I only vaguely remember anything that happened back then because of the medication I was on at the time. I had been put on something called amitriptyline, and my body did not agree with it at all. I took a severe reaction to it, and that stuff fucked me up real good. I was sleeping for 20 hours a day every day, the few times I was awake I couldn't tell whether I was still dreaming or not, and I was disoriented all the time. Hallucinations and horrifyingly vivid nightmares plagued me constantly. I lived through hell back then. Twice I tried to commit suicide by drug overdose, twice failed at it.
So when the effect wasn't as bad, I'd spend my time on paranormal imageboards sharing my crazy nightmares and hallucinations. Partly to see people's reactions to it and partly because I felt like I needed to sort out what was real from what was just in my head. Not all of that bullshit I fed them was lies, a lot of it was hallucinations I was experiencing at the time. Reality and delusion mixed and I couldn't sort anything out in my own head, so I tried to spin things together to make some sort of sense - the result is what you read in that link. Yeah, I was fucking crazy. I'd gone over the deep end and lost my marbles completely. I guess I was as insane as, if not more so, then the idiots who believed the stuff I wrote.
I don't even remember all the shit I typed. There was a lot of it though. It went on for a few months if I remember right. Around the time I dropped that medication I also stopped visiting those paranormal sites. The hallucinations and nightmares were gone, after all. There was nothing more to write about.
It was somewhere around that time that I stumbled onto /seacats/, actually. More crazies to play with and have fun with - and roleplayers at that, some of the most fun toys I could have stumbled across. It was pretty fun at first, all that lying and tricking and bullshitting and storytelling. Eventually the lies began to take on a fraction of truth - the John Smith you know now isn't the real me, obviously. Neither is the John Smith in that link. You want to know what the real me is like? Yeah, I'd like to know, too. Spending all my time online I've created a second, albeit false, life for myself. I can be anyone and anything I feel like. I can be a train driver, or a hermit, or a lunatic, or a thief, or a murderer. Obviously I'm none of these.
The truth is? I'm actually boringly normal. A little eccentric but nothing like how I act whenever I post here. I could share with you each and every lie I've spun for you, which I'm sure many of you never believed to begin with, and probably still don't, but to list them all would take a damn long time. Even longer than it took to write up this massive wall of text. No, I don't expect you to read or believe any of this. It sounds like a big fat lie even when I read it, for crying out loud. But now that I've been reminded of my past idiocy I'm feeling pretty fucking depressed again. I mean those aren't exactly very fond memories, you know?
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