My infinite, endless drive to help people. This is what it is like, when I can get a hold of someone. This occurs in a video game, but it’s really just a chat room. This is a chat room; a discussion in a chat room with another human being.

This person has been sending me private messages periodically, and they have always been hateful.

Him: Uninstall. Your writing is horrendous. Grey is actual shit.

Me: Okay so… you know what’s coming now. Right? You have to know.

Him: Block me.

Me: Yup. Now wait.

He interjects: Coward.

Me, continuing: I will not [block you] if you can say something valuable, which you have not done. I’ll give you some guidelines:

Him: *N-word* (I mean you can see him say that in the image, but I should censor that anyway.)

Me: NOT empty hostility. NOT empty opinion.

Him, continuing his attack: You’re autistic.

Me: Support your thoughts and temper them. You got one shot, one opportunity.

Him: 1) You sit in the pvp lobby and bitch all night. (The “pvp lobby” is where people stand around waiting for competitive matches to start. Pvp stands for “player versus player”, or competitive play.)

Me: What do I honestly bitch about?

Him: 2) You’re shit at pvp.

Me: I am shit at pvp but that doesn’t affect my value as a person. Though I do good sometimes.

Him: 3) Go somewhere else and kill yourself. 4) Terrible writing.

Me: How old are you after– I gotta ask– WAIT. What is bad about my writing?

Him: 5) Please help us all. Kill yourself.

Me, continuing, focused on the writing critique: Hard to follow right? (In response to his ranting) Shhhh. (Resuming) The writing was hard to follow. I FIXED THAT. I think. I think, I don’t know.

Him: It’s the autistic ramblings of a neckbeard who thinks they know a damn thing about world building.

Me: Listen my guy. Who do you think you are, to just set yourself to the goal of killing someone’s spirit?

Him: Have you heard your voice as well?

Me, continuing: “Why… would you do that? Think about this. You WANT TO HARM OTHERS. Think about that.

Him, answering the first question: So I don’t have to see your autistic ramblings in map chat.

Me: Shhh. Think about what I just said.

Him: You have no value.

Me: Your motivation is solely to do harm.

Him, mocking: Think about that.

Me, ignoring it: You are a malevolent force in the world. You are an evil, and you know this. You ARE aware of this, but you can choose not to be, you see.

Him, still mocking a bit: You’re an evil; have you heard the shit you put into this world?

Me: Well, my motivation is to help.

Him: Literally everyone in map chat is telling you to shut up. 

(See, this is why I refer to myself as a prophet, because people have always done this to prophets trying to fix humanity, throughout all of history.)

This is where it gets good.

Me: My motivation is to help people at all times. Your motivation is to do harm and YOU KNOW THIS. You want to DO HARM.

Him: You. Have. (Saying I’ve done harm, but there is a long pause and he seems to have been stopped cold by taking in what I’ve been saying.)

Me: You’re hearing me now. You are malevolent. Look that word up when we’re done. This is your driving force right now. You’re evil, period. People ARE THIS WAY. THIS HAPPENS. But, if you observe yourself, and are aware, you can make sure it doesn’t happen again.

In the future I want you to watch yourself for MALEVOLENT. DRIVING. FORCE. Because, you have a desire to do evil in the world. Okay? Okay.

This can be fixed. You’re not a lost cause. Be. Good. But know, that you WILL BE EVIL. IF YOU LET YOURSELF.

You need to seize control of yourself, okay? You decide what you do from now on. You control things. And you can choose to be evil FROM THERE. But, YOU CHOOSE. YOU CONTROL.

Okay, you’re no longer out of control. You decide your fate.

Now I’m going to block you because I cannot trust you not to undo this progress. Okay? I’m blocking you now.

(Talking about myself)

It’s sad sometimes

To see how fragile you are

It’s not pathetic, it’s just really sad.

Like I could make people cry from looking at me.

I need a hug, but I know I’d be too terrified to let someone hug me.

And it’s really sad when you no one can touch you.

They go to give you a hug and you flip out in terror.

(A short time later, talking about humanity)

How much effort do you put into being a good person? It’s none, right? it’s NONE. ALWAYS.

(After saying something about how people don’t show virtue under pressure.)

Turn the screws enough and the fragile surface tension of your morality breaks and you plummet like an anvil.

(This was a much longer rant than I can quote, and I was shaking after.)

(Much later in the middle of a big discussion)

Humans would’ve eaten each other if not for philosophers forsaking family and friends.