Didn't T42 keep cats in the freezer, or some sort of real John Wayne Gacey sort of crap?
Goddamn clowns..
Yes, that was one of the things he told me the night I spoke to him.
You know, I had two of his previous victims come to me to tell me about their negative experiences with him when they saw him petitioning me for a personal phone call in a thread on this site.
I had already been watching him carefully anyway-- inconsistencies in his self-presentation and claims, along with a distinct tendency to try and create a "face" for me to believe in, were curious enough to be noteworthy. His thing was to be "pathetic" and "abused' and to try and play the sympathy card to extract goods from me, as he had already done with others.
I already had a case of the ass for the guy, because one of those whom he managed to con could hardly afford to give up the gear he sent to the grifter. Later, that same victim noted him carrying on as a poor, deprived person without seeming to at least be grateful to those who forked over things of value.
And so it was that I was actually sitting there taking notes as T42 rendered what I will call the most bizarre self-presentation I ever heard. And mind you: I'm used to talking to really freaky street people who will likewise pull out all stops to come up with some phony persona, story, or whatever-- always in an attempt to create an advantage of one sort or another for themselves to exploit. You should hear the stuff they'll tell a cop in an effort to avoid being arrested... it's often hysterical...
But I have to say that what T42 was saying to me that night was definitely the most off-the-wall set of claims I ever did hear. The dead cats in the freezer was part of the deal, along with the Evil Woman he claimed held him in thrall, falsely imprisoned him, and kept him in fear for his life.
But there were moments of levity in there as well, and times when I had to gag myself so he couldn't hear me laughing. I think the biggest one happened when he had just finished describing the Evil Woman. The person he described made Annie Wilkes-- the nasty bitch from "Misery"-- sound like a real lightweight at the psychopathic cruelty game.
But, even as he finished telling me about his sinister female captor, I heard a feminine voice in the background on his end. He took the phone away from his mouth and covered it-- but not well enough to keep me from hearing him as he read her the riot act for interrupting his conversation with me. He really cussed her out!
It was... marvelously whacky, and entirely memorable. A really zingy kind of experience with plenty of bizarro top spin-- all filled with pathos galore and tales of abuse so horrible that it would have been hair-raising had there been a speck of truth to any of it.
So, messing with him a bit, I told the guy that I was gonna call the Washington stateys and blow this rotten bitch in. He begged me not to, saying that he'd probably be dead before they could boot the door in, and that she'd commit suicide before they could grab her. Then he went on to discuss her suicidal tendencies at length. Meanwhile, I heard her chuckling in the background.
He also tried to build a sort of bridge between us as being alike. He proclaimed me to be some great genius, and then went on to tell me that people with our vast capabilities are a couple of eagles squatting among the turkeys, so to speak. I was disgusted by this-- nobody knows better what an idiot I can be than me, myself-- but I pretended to agree just to see what he'd say next.
I was eating it up with a big spoon. I love unintentional comedies of this sort... I kept him going for three hours... the dead cats in the freezer were just part of the whole thing... somewhere in there, he spoke of a white cat suffering from congenital sensorineural deafness, telling me solemnly that the cat must die. He sounded like Torquemada sentencing a heretic during the Inquisition right then-- all gravely sober as he explained that it was for the cat's own good.
Weird, man. Never did tell him what I really thought of him, though.
After the phone call, he sent me a PM; I sent one back to tell him again that I was gonna call the stateys-- after all, he was being held prisoner by a vicious and imbalanced nurse who worked in the insane asylum he claimed to be imprisoned within. That's something that various state-run agencies would take a very strong interest in. She might also be looking at grand theft charges for the large number of guitars he claimed she had removed from his possession and locked down in a storage unit somewhere...
Never heard from him again after that, and it was just a matter of weeks when the deal with Mal happened and he was outed on the board.
Didja know: he was busted for making threats to others IRL, not too long after the events on MLP took place? Not sure what the case disposition was, but for sure: he was charged with uttering threats.
That guy was a lulu!
--R