Hi guys! I'm noted psychologist Doctor Angus R*pe. Heh, heh, emphasis on the "psycho." You wouldn't believe the loonies I've studied. This one, boy, it's a doozy, my students. I've followed a particular case study quite closely, and I'd like to give you all my professional insight and diagnosis. But first, let me paint a picture, a grotesque imagine of a shell of a human being sent down the depths of madness. It's time for another good R*pe-ing!

Imagine going through life without accomplishment. Middle-aged, unknown, unloved. Uncared for.

Imagine going through life where your only claim to fame was drug abuse, getting divorced, and spending your nights nursing a bottle of alchol, your brain screaming in sorrow as you contemplate your pitiful place in society and your isolation as a human being.

You failed. Nobody gives a jack shit about you, other than your good friends Jack Daniels, Samuel Adams, and even the good Captain Morgan himself. Their company is a temporary panacea for your existential anguish, but a nightmare for your tortured liver. No matter how much you drink, you cannot wash away the one simple realization: you are a piece of shit. You couldn't please a woman. Heck, you couldn't even be a halfway decent husband. You're a deadbeat to your kid. What do you do? If only... if only you were a woman instead of a man!

Even spending all day on reddit moderating a million subreddits while sipping fermented nepenthe can't give you meaning. You failed at life, and you failed hard. The people you know on reddit, you have some good times, tell a few good jokes, laugh at offensive things together-all in good fun, mind you-but alas, it is just not enough.

And your health! A reminder of man's mortality, YOUR mortality, you wasted your life, you've done jack shit with it, you couldn't please a woman and were a shitty husband, you barely see your kid or kids, each day is as torturous as your last, you've left the same legacy as Ozymandias but you're still fricking alive. You're staring down the gates of heck and you're completely unloved and forgotten about the world. Illness takes hold, you take a peekaboo down the barrel of eternity, and gulp hard. You fricked the only chance you'll ever have up. Good and hard.

What do you do?

Now, if you said suicide, you might be correct, but, my students, you must remember there is more than one way for the psyche to die. Twisting under the strain of a life led like a loser, one can kill themselves merely by becoming someone else, a sort of adult fantasy-play where they pretend they are something other than the loser they actually are. To adopt a new persona, to imagine yourself like the phoenix rising from the ashes. You decide, that not only is that who you are now, but it's who you always were! And you just want to proclaim out to the world this new you! And so, you make sure everybody knows. You stop staring down the barrel of eternity and slap Homer Simpson's makeup gun on it and point it at the face and what comes out isn't sweet relief but a sad mimicry of a woman. Doubtlessly, someone in this condition would use the same makeup that other sad sacks of shit that have traveled down this road have. Bright, garish lipstick that neither matches the face nor the clothing ensemble (which is a too-large blouse shoplifted from the thrift store). Instead of properly conditioning and shampooing what hair that remains on the head, you let it grow long and scuzzy. You failed as a man, so now you try your hand as a woman, though you're only doomed to fail THAT twice as hard.

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It really was. You'd have left leaning people, right leaning people, shitlords, srs types, trans people, anti-trans people, admins popped in a few times, former admins joined too. I dunno if I'd call it a good time, but it was definitely pretty entertaining.

Modmail jerks are dead now though due to old modmail being killed off.

There's also plenty of drama lost forever and never to be seen again in all those modmail jerks.

That modmail was an eyeopener for me.

I still have no idea how the frick I got invited in.

It had a fun mix of r-slurs though. So many flavors of sperg, and this was back when you could force people to mod whether they liked it or not.

Him and GoA and basically old circlejerk mods were all great before they brought in laurelai and trained out and started banning every funny person, ruining circlebroke2 forever.

I just kind of found it weird how much of a hypocrite she was. She stood silent as drape ragged on raspberry kraken and everyone else but when she became the target of his r-slurred ramblings it was too much. Also was totally fine with Krusty. If you're going to make your bed with shitlords, expect that they might end up being not so progressive.

yeah it was contraindicated bc of his liver and he took it anyway and died of liver failure lmao