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<blockquote data-quote="taykair" data-source="post: 169638" data-attributes="member: 9418"><p style="text-align: center">Chapter Fifteen</p> <p style="text-align: center">Traveller Chases His Tail (2005-2008)</p><p></p><p>I had titled the story which was responsible for my limited fame and new age guruhood "Traveller's Tale". I was, of course, Traveller.</p><p></p><p>I latched onto that screen-name because I thought it was descriptive of the journey I had experienced, and because it had the virtue of not being used by anyone else at the sites I visited. (I've only met two or three other "Travellers" in my travels through the strange world of paranormal-related internet sites. I wonder if any of my former followers harass them, believing that one of those poor, ill-named bastards is me? No. Probably not. As with God, a day on the internet is as a thousand years. <em>Sic transit gloria mundi</em>.)</p><p></p><p>At its zenith, Traveller's Tale (in whole or in part) was featured on at least forty-seven paranormal forums, had its own blog (as I mentioned), and was (as I also mentioned) the focus of discussion in many, many chatrooms.</p><p></p><p>Of course, all of that would be small potatoes for even a C-list celebrity. I was famous, albeit in a second-string semi-pro football player kind of way. For me, though, even such a small taste of notoriety was a heady brew indeed. My name (or, at least, my alias) was all over the place.</p><p></p><p>But don't bother with your Google, my friend. You won't find any of it now. Search for Traveller's Tale and you'll bring up lots of tourist blogs, or maybe some info on Robert E. Lee's favorite horse. There is no forum where you can find it now. Go to the blog, then. Oh, that's right - you can't. It no longer exists.</p><p></p><p>There's nothing of me - or my tale - to be found anywhere on the net. It's all gone.</p><p></p><p>"What happened?" you may ask.</p><p></p><p>Well, in some cases, such as about half or so of those forums, the webmasters apparently grew tired of their hobby and closed up shop. Poof! Gone! It was good of them to save me the trouble. For you see, as for all the rest: I deleted it myself.</p><p></p><p>"WTF!" you may exclaim. "I mean, really, WTGDF! Why on earth would you do that?"</p><p></p><p>Allow me to backtrack a bit.</p><p></p><p>I first noticed that my story was being removed when, one day, I decided to visit a site which I had not been to for about a year or so. It wasn't there.</p><p></p><p>I don't mean that the site wasn't there. This was not one of the sites whose webmaster decided one day to say, "The hell with it," and closed up. No. The site was still there. But my story was not. Nor was anything that I had written there. Nor could I log on. My password wouldn't work.</p><p></p><p>From the end of 2007 to the middle of 2008. I saw one website after another either close down or become impossible for me to enter. And, in one forum after another, my words were disappearing.</p><p></p><p>I was living in an apartment complex at the time, and I began to wonder if perhaps one of my neighbors was sneaking into my apartment and messing with my computer while I was at work. Had I been thinking clearly at the time, I would have realized that such a thing was completely ludicrous. Why would anybody do such a thing?</p><p></p><p>Still, with my paranoia running roughshod over my common sense, I went to the store and bought a cheap webcam. I installed it and waited. And waited.</p><p></p><p>Nothing. Nobody was breaking and entering. Then again, none of the copies of my story were turning up missing either.</p><p></p><p>Then, one morning, I caught the culprit. I went to a site where my tale had been featured. Not there. Couldn't log in. I checked the video. I'm still surprised that my jaw didn't hit the floor.</p><p></p><p>There it was. Three thirty-four a.m.. I come into the room. I sit down at the desk. I tap a few keys. I leave.</p><p></p><p>Geez! I was deleting my work in my sleep!</p><p></p><p>That tore it. I had cracked up. I went to all the other sites I usually visited and began tearing it all down. I don't just mean deleting my posts. I mean I tore it ALL down. I treated my online followers in the same way I had once treated a sweet young girl who had loved me. I emailed every follower I had and insulted them mercilessly. I spent hours and hours trolling and bullying until I had been banned from every forum who had ever heard of me. I TORE IT ALL DOWN.</p><p></p><p>And the wedge was driving deeper.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="taykair, post: 169638, member: 9418"] [CENTER]Chapter Fifteen Traveller Chases His Tail (2005-2008)[/CENTER] I had titled the story which was responsible for my limited fame and new age guruhood "Traveller's Tale". I was, of course, Traveller. I latched onto that screen-name because I thought it was descriptive of the journey I had experienced, and because it had the virtue of not being used by anyone else at the sites I visited. (I've only met two or three other "Travellers" in my travels through the strange world of paranormal-related internet sites. I wonder if any of my former followers harass them, believing that one of those poor, ill-named bastards is me? No. Probably not. As with God, a day on the internet is as a thousand years. [I]Sic transit gloria mundi[/I].) At its zenith, Traveller's Tale (in whole or in part) was featured on at least forty-seven paranormal forums, had its own blog (as I mentioned), and was (as I also mentioned) the focus of discussion in many, many chatrooms. Of course, all of that would be small potatoes for even a C-list celebrity. I was famous, albeit in a second-string semi-pro football player kind of way. For me, though, even such a small taste of notoriety was a heady brew indeed. My name (or, at least, my alias) was all over the place. But don't bother with your Google, my friend. You won't find any of it now. Search for Traveller's Tale and you'll bring up lots of tourist blogs, or maybe some info on Robert E. Lee's favorite horse. There is no forum where you can find it now. Go to the blog, then. Oh, that's right - you can't. It no longer exists. There's nothing of me - or my tale - to be found anywhere on the net. It's all gone. "What happened?" you may ask. Well, in some cases, such as about half or so of those forums, the webmasters apparently grew tired of their hobby and closed up shop. Poof! Gone! It was good of them to save me the trouble. For you see, as for all the rest: I deleted it myself. "WTF!" you may exclaim. "I mean, really, WTGDF! Why on earth would you do that?" Allow me to backtrack a bit. I first noticed that my story was being removed when, one day, I decided to visit a site which I had not been to for about a year or so. It wasn't there. I don't mean that the site wasn't there. This was not one of the sites whose webmaster decided one day to say, "The hell with it," and closed up. No. The site was still there. But my story was not. Nor was anything that I had written there. Nor could I log on. My password wouldn't work. From the end of 2007 to the middle of 2008. I saw one website after another either close down or become impossible for me to enter. And, in one forum after another, my words were disappearing. I was living in an apartment complex at the time, and I began to wonder if perhaps one of my neighbors was sneaking into my apartment and messing with my computer while I was at work. Had I been thinking clearly at the time, I would have realized that such a thing was completely ludicrous. Why would anybody do such a thing? Still, with my paranoia running roughshod over my common sense, I went to the store and bought a cheap webcam. I installed it and waited. And waited. Nothing. Nobody was breaking and entering. Then again, none of the copies of my story were turning up missing either. Then, one morning, I caught the culprit. I went to a site where my tale had been featured. Not there. Couldn't log in. I checked the video. I'm still surprised that my jaw didn't hit the floor. There it was. Three thirty-four a.m.. I come into the room. I sit down at the desk. I tap a few keys. I leave. Geez! I was deleting my work in my sleep! That tore it. I had cracked up. I went to all the other sites I usually visited and began tearing it all down. I don't just mean deleting my posts. I mean I tore it ALL down. I treated my online followers in the same way I had once treated a sweet young girl who had loved me. I emailed every follower I had and insulted them mercilessly. I spent hours and hours trolling and bullying until I had been banned from every forum who had ever heard of me. I TORE IT ALL DOWN. And the wedge was driving deeper. [/QUOTE]
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