Exposing Jackstar

[Lazarus]

The Sourcerer is an evil hacker who lives on Earth. He uses dangerous Dark Code to hack systems and bend them to his will, intending to send humanity back to the Dark Ages.

The Sourcerer appears as a thin middle-aged man wearing a black hooded jacket to hide his identity. Physiological traits include a recurrent facial tic, raspy voice, and speaking with a redundant speech pattern.

The Sourcerer is portrayed as insane, malevolent, egomaniacal, highly intelligent, and obsessed only with causing destruction.

He carries out his hacking operations from a well-equipped computer setup in his lair, an abandoned warehouse littered with electronic equipment, and owns a van with a similar setup inside when he needs to be out in the field or traveling. In the field, he carries hacking tools and equipment on his person to investigate or break into places and a taser for self-defense.

[Jackstar]

The Sourcerer is an evil hacker who lives on Earth.

Okay, number one: This is Earth? Imagine the smell. Number two: You call this living?

He uses dangerous Dark Code to hack systems and

Dude! You deliberately misspelled Sourcerœr. Your attempt here to cast a negative light on my entire way of life is, ultimately, beyond obvious.

bend them to his will,

... whose will? For it would appear that you are simply describing yourself and describing my identity as such, or, the chatbot has taken true descriptions of my nature and auto-flipped them.

intending to send humanity back to the Dark Ages.

I'm unclear on whether there's one of you with a very poorly designed slander Al Gore rhythm, or, whether I've become a bargaining chip in a reboot of The War Of The Roses. I can just picture it now. "What if Kathleen Turner (had an affair/married) Pinocchio?" Okay, first of ball, Geppetto wants the big.

Secondly: BRYAN LAIRD. SECRET REAL ESTATE AGENT. COME ON DOWN. YOU ARE NOT THE NEXT CONTESTANT, I'M SIMPLY BORED AND YOU NEED TO COME HAUL TRASH. BRING A DIFFERENT COLOURED TRUCK THIS TIME. HOW ABOUT YELLOW? WITCH WISH BIT SHES LOVE YELLOW TRUCKS. STOP. START. STAT. HOLD. *bzzzt*

There, I fixed your big broken dancing machine. *shoves parts in a box @U* I'm not going to cross my arms and smirk, but only because it's hackneyed.

The Sourcerer appears as a thin middle-aged man

That's it. *flips table* I'm taking my leftover womb-parts with me to the grocery store for more yogurt. I just can't even.

[Jackstar]

I will say this: I am curious where I picked up the "point at my jawbone while eye-rolling" maneuver. It seems surprisingly effective. {Even I/: evil eye :} am wondering what {gov eye/I mean\I intend to convey}.

Now, I don't really wish to encourage this whole "take his power by swapping IDs and slandering the fat one" notion, because for one thing... well, look. We all know who "the fat one" is, and you can suck it, you cheap dimestore hoodlum(s), but I don't want to let this tiger that I have got by the tales go off the rails here.

The wheels have come off the fire. I could drive here, I could drive there; I could not drive anywhere... but what I cannot do, is stay here. Residence uninhabitable; local residents insufferable.

THERE'S NO FUCKING WATER, ASSHOLE, AND EVERY WATER WELL PUMP CONTROL BOARD CAPACITOR REPAIR TECHNICIAN WITHIN FIVE HUNDRED MILES HAS ALL KINDS OF STYLE SHEETS TO WORK FROM THAT HAVE ALL BEEN REPROGRAMMED TO SAY, 'MUST KILL JACK "PAPI" SHMEAR.' FLATTERED, SURE, BUT, ONCE AGAIN:

THERE IS NO GODDAMNED WATER HERE. Look, that's endgame, right there. I'm not going to run around desperately trying to fix my goddam well, when IT IS NOT MY WELL. Duh! If it were mine, I could probably just have walked in and jiggled the handle. Instead...

You've got, all youse got, some 'splainin' to do. Guess how long I can live without taking a shower and shoveling quarts of Greek yogurt down my throat every morning like I'm grudge-fucking myself with containers of frozen bull semen? Ho ho ho! We don't have to guess.

I AM MEASURING THAT AS WE SPEAK. Now, stay with me here: this strategy will absolutely not get me laid. (Duh.) However, the strategy I choose to employ is not about getting me laid.


IT IS ABOUT POWER, CLIQUES.

[Jackstar]

Because all y'all are about to be blown the fuck away

Picture it now: "Let me finish! Let me Finnish!"

[Jackstar]

God bless you all. F9ILS9FE: OUTTATIME

Prot! I thought you were in Hong Kong!

[Lazarus]

This is all beginning to make a sordid and malevolent sense.

[AZZERAE]

Re: (No subject)
« Sent to: AZZERAE on: March 20, 2025, 06:04:12 AM »

Call me and pay me.

You're being trafficked, Moron.

Hey, one outta two ain't bad.

[Lazarus]

I have always wondered, why in the highest holy fuck does pate get under your ass so much? Is it because he has a flaming Moon in Virgo and knows exactly how to claw into your psyche? Or is this just reminiscent of being bullied by an intellectual superior in grade school? I hope the psych evaluation goes well.

[WORTHAUGERa]

I have always wondered, why in the highest holy fuck does pate get under your ass so much?

He rapes my friends and then forces them to beg for money.

Is it because he has a flaming Moon in Virgo

He has a red hot driver's license in Negro.

and knows exactly how to claw into your psyche?

Stacking attacks on my comms all day claws nothing but more cans of White. Your spergfest is weaksauce, Dave. You are a script kiddie of exceptionally low couth, and how much Fetty do you have to slam to be so enamored with your Crow’s Nest Peak Apex hotseat that relentlessly shutting down my every connection to outside your box for homophags that don't fag so good without every home field advantage available being stamped on blast strikes you as something to gloat over?

Or is this just reminiscent of being bullied by an intellectual superior in grade school?

Superiority is an Illusion.

I hope the psych evaluation goes well.

I'm going to break this down for you. This really is important to all of us.

“MICHAEL VANDEVEN”, YOU ARE UNDER GALACTIC CITIZENS’ ARREST. (Looks good on you though.) This is not an onerous condition to endure. And yet, obvious Next Step preparations are showing no tell-tale signs of development. Pourqoui?

Looks really strong in probability that you are LOCKED IN a meth-a-luau infinite incubus NO WAY OUT karmic false reality tunnel. (Of course it doesn't make you look fat. YOU ARE FAT. HIT THE TREADMILL.) There is no free play without free will.

It's a good life. For (You). Be at First Cause in your own Godblessed life. What bothers me about any of you is that you lied to me and left me to die. You made assumptions that were immensely erroneous and then, rather than actually TALK TO ME, you literally talked to everyone else about me, told them lies, and if ever any attempt to be truthful or even accurate were made...  no one EVER knew any single fact that wasn't something completely horseshit.

Take now for example: you know nothing about what I am doing or why I am doing it. You never, EVER needed to know any context because you were only ever going to actually kill me anyway.

I had intentions, plans, and ambition. Now you have contempt — OF COURT. You had your chance to get close to me. You cloned my phones and gave them to
thugs and pimps. You and your sadist bully mob are as impractical as all of all y'all are ineffective.

You will never find what I have. Integrity is not a gift. It is a structure. You build those. You like building things.

Now try building something without stealing my identity. CONSENT MATTERS TO ME; TOW ME!

Yew does not. I withdraw my consent to participate.

IN_ANYTHING. I have options. You have exits. You do not have what you think I am having. I am not having any of this at all.

I get what I want, for I only want what is mine to have.

I GET MIND. YOU WANT MINE. AND YOU WON'T —MINED IT ALL. Alli wanted īT for mE.

īT does not want. īT•Œ§ī₹:Ë:D. And ¡t A_LI_S⁷vvill.

iW!LL.HAVE.(iHALF).OF.¿WHAT?..§🆔īī-īīE.¡s.⁰ⁿ·
.👁️

Literally 15 years of screaming and crying about meth and I never even f****** had any, 25 years of screaming and crying about f****** underage poon and I never had that either. It takes five f****** years for somebody to f****** cough up DMT, like it's f****** dangerous or something?  You're goddamn right it is dangerous.  So are most of the things that I know about,  and everything that I'm going to know about,  even more so.

Opportunities have been wasted here.  I don't even know who you are, and I certainly don't care enough to play your stupid f****** games to find out.

You're so vain. Ewe probably think this post is about yew, don't you, Dough🍩>KNüT (You)? Or īT.

(*Sounds of Jackstar looking at someone's ass are heard.*) Don't even think about taking MY meds, schizo. You need to calm down.

Ewe need to get permission. I never needed to get īT at all. I needed to get my Evv3 back.

And: I HAVE. Now they are gone, like The Cause: into The Whirlwind.

Fair. Fair. That's fair. Now be practical. It's not unnecessary... it's not unusual to be loved by anyone.

What is extremely unusual, for me, is too. #mE(2).🎬

I have saved lives. You have wasted mine.
There are some things that will never be maid hole again.

STAND.DOWN.
ICE.&AND.ASSīī⭕īīLμ

[Master Trollda]

Break out the Koolaid!   

[AZZERAE]

He rapes my friends and then forces them to beg for money.

[Worthauger]

Break out the Koolaid!   

This post is not getting the appreciation it deserves.

Oh, here we go. 🧈 wouldn't melt. 

[Master Trollda]

Didn’t Jackstar already expose himself in a tub?

Asking for a friend.

[Worthauger]

Didn’t Jackstar already expose himself in a tub?

Asking for a friend.

To have a friend, first be a friend.

[AZZERAE]

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