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My last words

Posted by Conspiracy3 - April 9th, 2009

NG, there are things you should know. A lot of shit is about to go down, and when the dust settles you will be hearing many lies about me and my group. You need to know that the majority of what you will be hearing will be false. Let me explain to you why all of this happens.

My life has been relatively easy. I lived as a middle class suburban in the USA. However, that ordinary "happy" life is the last thing I ever wanted. I always wanted something significant, painful, or agonizing. I always tried to reach it and failed. Whenever I needed minor surgeries I always asked to do so without any anesthetic just so that I could experience the pain and agony. Yet it was never enough. I constantly tried to stray from the herd, yet some invisible force always pushed me back in. This is not the life I ever wanted. For me this is the worst life I could imagine.

I wondered how anyone else could see this as the optimum so I began to observe those around me. All I found was that they were intellectually inferior puppets. They believe practically everything that they hear. Back when I was in high school I remember that we were all taught about abstinence and other bullshit and I was shocked to realize that they all believed everything they heard without any empirical proof to back it up. I was a prisoner to my own superior intellect. I could not escape such a torture. I did not want to escape such a torture.

Eventually I realized that if the people around me were all so stupid and easy to manipulate then why not I be the one to manipulate them? And so it all started. I began to observe people. Find their tiniest faults and insecurities. I would twist their wounds and gradually force them into pure agony until eventually I break them. Then I have the opportunity to mold them into a form that I find pleasing. Then they are all mine. Under my control. Under my command. And so I did this. Over the years I amassed hundreds of followers. Nearly thousands all under my controls. A zombie army that I could order to do whatever I want.

So I decided to put them to the test. Just how far could my new cult go? I started small at first. I did not want to lose their loyalty. I started with just every day pleasantries. Fetching me drinks, driving to a store. Just simple tasks. They all obeyed. I then took it a step further. Made them do arduous and meaningless tasks. They all obeyed. I gradually pushed them further and further, yet they always remain obedient. I have an entire cult. I am their leader. I have the power that I always dreamed of.

This was still not enough. I needed something more. I needed an enemy. Something that would give my group purpose and meaning. Yet I could not be the agressor. I needed someone to challenge me. I gradually made my group become more and more public. Eventually some far right evangelicals caught on and took me as their enemy. So now my group had a purpose. To destroy their group. So it began. I tried everything that I could. I tried to manipulate them and twist their false and stupid logic. Yet to no avail. I could not be successful.

Now some anti-cult people in the area began to try to persecute us. They even got the police in on the job. I tried to control every one of them yet I failed. With every person I convert to my cult ten form against me. I was running out of options. And now as the swooping hawk of our society came in for its kill I realized there was nothing left to do. I mixed drinks. Enough for my entire cult. Just an ordinary drink, but poisoned. I would not let those outside forces corrupt me. I gave the cups to everyone in my group and told them to drink. Every last one of them drank. Within five minutes every last one of them was dead.

Then I realized something. I just gave up all of my power. I was back to the very place that I started. I was out of options. I had no choices left. Our evil society was nearly at my door to tear me down. I had no followers left to defend me. I had realized the worst truth I will ever see. I have failed. I was out of choices. I had only one option left. So I type this message as I reach for a glass and prepare to drink it. Every last drop.

Now, before you accuse me of copy pasta I assure you that this is all my writing. You will find it no where on the Internet.



I led a cult and killed myself

are you dying

I'm already dead

You should have been more covert.

Then I wouldn't have an enemy.




cool story. the shit about thinking you're smarter than everyone is how batshit crazy people start. doesn't matter if they actually are smarter. good story.

The part about me thinking that I'm superior to everyone else is probably the only true thing about this story...

I thought you were awesome, and if any of this is true, I'll miss you.

Not like how you would miss a puppy or anything, sort of like how you would miss a bug problem or a bowel movement.

Still, goodbye/good luck.

I'd hate to disappoint you, but this story is not real.

so you gave up the fight, just like that? oh well, it was a good run!

I must have been high at the time or something. I could have held out much longer.

I'm a gullible fuck.

Yes; yes you are.

It'd be funny if you said something factually incorrect in the story.

Thank you for admitting your intellectual inferiority to me.

Looks like we have a retard emo crying for attention.

1. Read the story. I'm smarter than you.
2. I'm not an emo
3. I don't want attention. I avoid human contact at all costs IRL

Wow, uber emo nerd. Even in your after life you life in your computer, loser. If I was a ghost I wouldn't waist my time on NG. Failure!

I would take you more seriously if you didn't make so many grammar and spelling mistakes.

Jonestown reference anyone? Mmmm... Cyanide juice.


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Who ya gonna call?

Some prostitute. I need to get laid and don't want to put up with a bitch trying to talk to me afterwards.

im too lazy to read that. but since u said i shud comment ur news post, here i am.

TL;DR - I led a cult and killed myself

Can I bear your children?

Yes, but I'm not paying any child support.

But..the baby! You leave me with this thing in my belly and you aren't willing to take are of it! FINE!

get an abortion or put it up for adoption.

The man deserves a say in this too.

But i don't want to kill the baby. And how can I let it go live away from me...JUST PAY THE DAM CHILD SUPPORT >:(

Hey it's your fault for poking a hole in the condom without telling me!



Well sorry for liking some cum in me. I mean it just feels so much better than without that warm, thick liquid...lets fuck.

okay but this time if you get pregnant you are getting an abortion

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