I was cheated! The weak fool committed suicide after all my efforts (the pedophile). I dropped an atomic bomb on him based upon spyware that I uploaded into his computer, changed the update addy to Blue Knight’s addy, taxed him for all he could afford, etc. His computer implicated his pedophile friends, I was working to be a “heroic vigilante” in cyberspace and relish in the predator’s pain… but he CHEATED ME! WEALKLING!

I do admit that I am a bit of a sadist. I enjoy the pain and suffering of my marks. I put a whole lot of time on the pedophile, so I deserved to reap the rewards of his pain… destroyed life… incarceration abuse… I EARNED IT! He cheated me of the pleasure of his pain, weak fool. I hear my father laugh at this. My efforts were wasted.

Blue Knight assures me that my efforts were not wasted ‘cuz his team now can investigate over 50 suspects. I pretended to accept that. My mark was my target; I wanted to experience watching him twist in the wind. I wanted to hear of his suffering and expected it to be legendary. I hold myself responsible, I terrified him quite a bid and teased him that “the hammer is dropping” as a vampire persona (that he believed).

I constructed a complete Irish vampire persona for him (Irish accent is not really Irish, it was kin-folk). I did my best to hide my intrusions into his home and computer to make it seem that I had supernatural abilities and had “underworld” contacts.

The con was a work of art, akin to The Coyote or The Undying in a caper. I did not want fame, mind you. I wanted to get my reward. That being his suffering of my mark for the remainder of his natural life. Did he not deserve it? I knew you would say he did. He took the easy way out. He denied me of his suffering. This is proof that there is no god. I did “good” work and did well in it. The effects of the work have a ripple-effect to things attached to it to help “good” continue. And in all that, I (the one who started the con and attack) was denied the ONE THING that I wanted. I… was… cheated.

Trivial matters related: The perv’s similar friends are incriminated (not my marks). Blue Knight likes my work (still, I was denied), I got a good rep now that Blue Knight promises will be kept low profile (oxymoron… I am not stupid), Blue Knight’s partner showered me with compliments (he normally belittles or insults me… indirectly mostly), I got some emails from strangers thanking me (forwarded from Blue Knight’s addy by him), Blue Knight now lets me near his kids (he promises to introduce me, I honestly don’t care to know them… I am not one to really like kids), one of Blue Knight’s friends made a blog (weblog) about me (changed my name and all people in my life… still it bugs me how much they know… I do love the flattery though), and Eve changed her attitude towards me a bit for the positive (that is not as trivial as I make it).

Cheers mates (That is a mimicry thing, few here would get it).

Oh, and Ray Lyn… I did plan to write about my kin-folk. I had issues to air. I will log on, post this, and then write another entry. Here is a teaser and something you may be able to research: Most of my blood is Irish Travelers, we are not pure though we do have most of their traditions… we have been in longer. Most of our blood is at least 1/8 native (Native American, often Apache or Cherokee). Our native blood comes from all of the native nations. When the hostilities rose, we were neutral… favoring the natives (treating us better) when choices had to be made. Three terms for you: Horse Trade, Blacksmithing, and Arms Trade. We understood prejudice early.

Back to the point, I was cheated. I will close this with that nugget.