Exposing Jackstar

[AZZERAE]

How was your birthday? Its a pity me and the boys I were off on business, or we'd have all taken turns giving you a good rogering.

[AZZERAE]

Every time you break a link I break a crack pipe.

[AZZERAE]

I make myself look awful.

You used to blame me for that.

[AZZERAE]

Stifling my ability to have my own income streams does not thing to increase yours. I am on strike, vow of poverty, etc.,

More like vow of faggotry. What kind of man doesn't want to make money?

[AZZERAE]

This is designed to make me money.

[Lazarus]

But I have seen the future, and this is where you are now: sad zombies and vanished captains and David, silent and melted down. Think about the future... what happens when I don't get a medical whack job? What, hire another rendition team?

Think outside the box. If I wanted to present a threat i would not waste time.. .and I am ALONE. Figure it out. You don't know the half of it yet.

Looks like a happy week ahead here in Dreamland.



They say "It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia" but ...

[AZZERAE]

I don't answer the phone like this.

No one calls you.

[AZZERAE]

Dude, are you aware of what you're doing is unlawful?

[AZZERAE]

I've...had AIDS...HIV...I...think you know...about it...you're...talking about...HIV...You...are...just jealous of me having...AIDS...I'd like...to huddle and cuddle with you...I don't know...if you're trying to make me not like you anymore, coz...I...taste...your...love...your...dick...No, you can't stop...me...rub my body down with...Syphilis...I'm going to suck...dick later...I...have to suck...dick...for...$100...I expect a tonsil bruising at some point...I'm...going to...suck dick like a champion...pretty easy...if you have...drugs...And...needles...I...need...dick...I need...penis...I'm embarrassed about it...suck a lot of dick...get an erection...coming inside and taking pictures...I just simply identify as a 19-year-old girl, and technically I guess I'm presently bisexual but that's only because I've eaten lots of my own c**. I mean tons. All of it, pretty much...I'm going to f***....your ass...draining your testicles...one of your daughters wanks herself to me every night, I'm not going to tell you which one, I didn't even know you had daughters, did I?...I think ordinarily it would be considered harassment...but...I could probably get away with exploiting...you...before slitting my wrist...Hope you enjoyed a year and a half of rape...And just think, that could just have easily been Your mom...Unfortunately you're probably not dead yet, would you mind sticking a fork...in a f****** toaster a******...go f*** yourself...I'm...dying...

[AZZERAE]

I've never had AIDS or HIV or a kid, and your implication here is chilling, given that you've been crying...about...that f****** story for a long time, and I guess you think you know something? We should talk about it, because at this point you're going to have to talk to a lawyer about it, and I have no idea what the f*** you're talking about... Are you telling me that Allison really did pass off HIV to me? Wow, that's too bad. Good thing I can cure it, and in fact I think I already have, but you better give me one of those doses of cure in the bottle with the Quaaludes.

You know precisely who got AIDS and why, but if what you're going for here is the old "let's play dumb" schtick, that really is your prerogative.

2 kids. Brothers: Stole your shit, and subsequently, one later contracted AIDS; which impressed upon you a sense of schadenfreude.

There's no good reason for you or I to talk about anything. And your feeble threats of legal action are just pathetic.

You think I haven't been sued before? I'm a fucking cartoonist! You think I'm intimidated by your Mommy and Daddy's money bullying me behind bars?

Think again, pussy. I welcome your anemic attempts at macho posturing.

You never could move the needle. But you sure could stick it in your arm.

[Master Trollda]

[Innerreach]

[AZZERAE]

A wave of exhaustion hit me so hard last night after taunting Jackstar-- It was so bad that I blacked out, and awoke the next morning with my Kindle in my hand, and the forum had logged me out.

We have unfinished business, Jacky. Casting sleep spells on me ain't gonna deter the inevitable for long. I am determined to get you to "lawyer up" like you threatened you would.

I must say, I'm used to getting a summons in the post. Not these piss-poor, all-talk-no-action vague allusions being made abstractly with the expectation of evoking a feeling of intimidation in me your subject.

So: shit or get off the pot. Let's have our day in court. I love the court system. And racking up an international case is looking mighty appealing to me.

PLEASE. SUE ME. GO AHEAD. DO IT. QUIT WRITING FORUM POSTS, SIT DOWN WITH THE INDIVIDUAL IN CHARGE OF YOUR LITTLE TRUST AND - TOGETHER - PEN A LAWSUIT.

I've never encountered a wastrel as graceless as the character you play. And I've run with bandits in Mongolia, hunted with pygmies in the Phillipines; I've studied 21 different primitive races, including the white race.

Yes, but the Sourcerer, of course, has spent most of his years in an ivory tower, and he has been pretty insulated from life. To really know life, you've got to be part of life. You must get down and look, you must get into nooks and crannies of existence there, you have to rub elbows with all kinds of people before you can finally establish what they are.

Man, regardless of his culture, is essentially the same. He is a spiritual being that was pulled down to the material, the fleshly interests, to an interplay in life that is in fact too great for him to confront.

And you're the lowliest of men. Alone. Afraid. And cloistered. So desperate. So bitter. Such a coward.

[Innerreach]

A wave of exhaustion hit me so hard last night after taunting Jackstar-- It was so bad that I blacked out, and awoke the next morning with my Kindle in my hand, and the forum had logged me out.

We have unfinished business, Jacky. Casting sleep spells on me ain't gonna deter the inevitable for long. I am determined to get you to "lawyer up" like you threatened you would.

I must say, I'm used to getting a summons in the post. Not these piss-poor, all-talk-no-action vague allusions being made abstractly with the expectation of evoking a feeling of intimidation in me your subject.

So: shit or get off the pot. Let's have our day in court. I love the court system. And racking up an international case is looking mighty appealing to me.

PLEASE. SUE ME. GO AHEAD. DO IT. QUIT WRITING FORUM POSTS, SIT DOWN WITH THE INDIVIDUAL IN CHARGE OF YOUR LITTLE TRUST AND - TOGETHER - PEN A LAWSUIT.

I've never encountered a wastrel as graceless as the character you play. And I've run with bandits in Mongolia, hunted with pygmies in the Phillipines; I've studied 21 different primitive races, including the white race.

Yes, but the Sourcerer, of course, has spent most of his years in an ivory tower, and he has been pretty insulated from life. To really know life, you've got to be part of life. You must get down and look, you must get into nooks and crannies of existence there, you have to rub elbows with all kinds of people before you can finally establish what they are.

Man, regardless of his culture, is essentially the same. He is a spiritual being that was pulled down to the material, the fleshly interests, to an interplay in life that is in fact too great for him to confront.

And you're the lowliest of men. Alone. Afraid. And cloistered. So desperate. So bitter. Such a coward.

Any attempts Jackstar may have at pursuing a lawsuit against anyone on this particular forum would be met with swift laughter post-discovery.

Furthermore, any two-bit attorney worth even an ounce of piss would inform him he didn't have a case after perusing this forum, as any “legal team” would.

I now present you with two options. Either your childish, jingoistic antagonism towards me ends completely, now, and I mean utterly, or I lawyer up and end your entire existence by replacing it with the types of mindless legalese and torturous Kafkaesque bullshit that would drive a person to suicide, with or with out an ally;

and then I actually have you killed. Pick whatever you want. You have explored your last petty jab with me, Sirrah.

FYI 👆🏼 Threatening murder upon someone is, at the very least, a Terroristic Threat, and just in case you're confused, the fact that he offered Pate options doesn't make it any less illegal. As a matter of fact, It only further establishes premeditation. 🤣

I've stored some of Jackstar’s idle threats for personal, just in case, keepsakes.

For example:👇🏻



If you ever need anything at all, don't hesitate to call me, Azz.💙

Your friend, IR

[Jackstar]

No one calls you.

I get texts. I get prayers. I get the screams of the damned. I get people who usually know what's causing a post-*SLAM* ruckus, because they are a slampigSLAM, askin' open Leigh (OHHHH TALK SICK BURN) "why? what's going on? why's everybody flippin' out? is there any escape from noise?

No one calls you.

The ones who love show they care the most by building the most structurally sound, high-capacity, high-airflow salmon smoking racks at the rivermouth... where Brawndo Best Chunktuna Light Chucktuna has purchased 84.3% of available square footage and watttage space in order to secure the quick-duty access required to string a tiger up by their toes and beat them with a woodchippin' mallet until money and method acting scripts come flying out, only to land on the heads of a flying monkey sittting down because they don't sit so goo when sitting UP.

Stay awhile, and listen: DEA AND OTHER CORRUPT AGENCIES ARE NOT FOLLOWING RULES SURROUNDING SUCH ISSUES AS: EVIDENCE COLLECTION, EVIDENCE REMOVAL, EVIDENCE CHOPPING BROCCOLI, EVIDENCE CHOPPING STICKS CHOPPING ED WOOD'S PLANNED NEIN INTENTIONAL NEIN /COMMS NEIN UNITY, AND THAT AIN'T ALL, MOTHA FUCKA:

LOOKING AT SOME PRETTY SEVERE CONFLICT OF ISSUES INTERESTS HERE. Now, listen up, you primitive Excederinheads, not every one can do like I do.

For one thing, we can't all be *that* pretty AND rich AND hydrated AND methylated. For another, not a goddam person in the entire history of the world has done what I have done, and that most deliciously:


SINGLE-HANDEDLY BURNED OUT CERTAIN HARD-T-OBOE RADISH-SIZED ROCKS-AUROCHS FROM THEIR INEVITABLE DEPOSITION IN PARTICULAR END ZONES AND/OR SEALED COURT RECORDS, AND BROUGHT ABOUT THE FOLLOWING NEAR-GLOBAL PERSONNEL CHANGES. TO WIT:

#1) SMILES, WITCH.
#2) MILES, STILE.
#3) SMILE, YOU'RE ON CANDID SENSIBLE CHUCKLE CAMERA. D-MANG, I HAD NO REAL KIBBLE WITH THE GIGGLE (UHM, YEAH, YOU SURE TAUGHT ME A LESSON, ALSO, ONE WILL NOT THAT I HAVE NOT ASKED ABOUT WHY THERE WAS SPELL COMPONENT K BUT NO SPELL COMPONENT H, AND THE REASON IS THIS:

#4) DiRE WOLFS. Tired dunes.