Carleton women are planning a final assualt on me, on myself and my persona, before then. I can feel it in the air because, at spring concert, I smelt the prevailing, pre-attack stenches. That is why I left. I want to be absent for Carleton womens' final assault on me, so I won't be there and they will all maul each other instead of me.

Carleton women can only exist if they prevent me from making history, or doing something useful, or whatever. To exist at all, Carleton women have to defeat me, else they will fade into the Stygian mist they came from. How do I prevent them from beating me? By, at all costs, staying alive till 5:27 AM on 6/12/2005.

Carleton women will only be sated if I do what I never will: commit suicide. By refusing to do that I negate all possibility of their existence. For all this time, I thought women held some kind of power. But the truth is, that if I am alive at sunrise, June 12, they never existed. I hold the fucking power!

Carleton women are in the worst place ever, because they know they have lost. They will lauch some pathetic last assault on me, a mockery of Amrgageddon, and it will fail. All I have to do to make them never exist at all is prevent them from killing me, or making me kill myself, for 35 days. I honestly believe I will be able to stay completely away from them till that point. And then what do they have? Nothing.

Once I leave Carleton, leaving this depressing shell of myself, that women made by being evil, behind, I will go on to make history. The only way Carleton women can prevent me from doing that is to prevent me from making history. They have 35 days to intercept me, destroy me, and I ironically wish them luck. Fuck them. They will fail.

That is the end. If [redacted] doesnt' delete this file by 12 June 2005, I will declare my victory here, and everywhere, at 5:27 am. (If the file is deleted, I will simply declare victory everywhere but here.) I will be free of the evils committed by Carleton women, and able to make the best of myself that I can without Mephistophelian interference by the Red Menace.

--User File 2.0 (drunk)

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=307840&forum_id=2#4406983)

If you want fucked up, look at Lorilie.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=307840&forum_id=2#4406996)

The pensive schtick is gross. People who aren't at least somewhat acquainted with mental illnesses like PTSD, OCD, and bipolar (all of which are parts of his schtick) won't fully get most of the humor, and people who are will be appalled by his making humor out of these conditions (probably) without actually suffering from them.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=307840&forum_id=2#8515620)

The post above is clearly a spoof of "troll suicide", where an infamous, anonymous troll pretends to commit suicide on the Internet. It has all the elements of megalomania, obsession with unimportant details (time and place), and unbelieveability that troll suicides have.

(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=307840&forum_id=2#8515736)