🗑️ Trashfire StyxHexenhammer666 / Tarl Warwick - Oddball Occultist Neckbeard (who can make some interesting content) + his many scorned exes

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No one in the space refers to it as 'cyber'. It's either Information Security (InfoSec) or Cybersecurity, depending on your career path. If you're actually decent you'd be working on your CISSP and/or CEH certs.

And 'cyber' people aren't Robotics Engineers, so unless they have a career change they aren't 'programming robots'. Unless it's a roomba or arduino or some other child-tier 'robots'.

Or you're referring to your dildo for your cam whore shows as a robot.
The "space" is ever revolving.

More than the dildo jokes even.
 
rue. I cry when I watch that horse scene from Neverending Story. But I did not cry in the holding cell, I was busy singing the hits of the eighties.

Being arrested is something to glorify when it's the result of tyranny and overcharging based on nonsense claims and you still look awesome in the process.
So there's a musical Gay Butt pirate singing 80s show tunes. I bet the cop came in there and beat your ass. He'd be like, shut up, you disgusted thing, filthy degenerate pirate hippie and take a bath.
 
True. I cry when I watch that horse scene from Neverending Story. But I did not cry in the holding cell, I was busy singing the hits of the eighties.

Being arrested is something to glorify when it's the result of tyranny and overcharging based on nonsense claims and you still look awesome in the process.
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What do you think Styx? If I posted this to X, how many people would believe she actually said the shit. Hell, she might even believe it. Niggers of a feather.
 
True. I cry when I watch that horse scene from Neverending Story. But I did not cry in the holding cell, I was busy singing the hits of the eighties.
Folks, this is Peter Pan syndrome, puer aeternus.

Tarl goes live again, same room, same rot, same smell you can almost feel through the screen. Hes slumped in a filthy chair that is an abstract work of stains, wearing the pirate coat like it’s a badge of rank instead of a costume bought drunk off Temu. The foyer behind him isnt just dirty, its failed - worn through to dirt, dirt compacted into something structural, like the house itself gave up trying to keep him civilized. Cats everywhere, weaving in and out, shedding, puking, defecating - uncounted and unaccountable, the only living things that haven’t yet abandoned ship.

He starts talking immediately, defensively, before anyones even said anything, because he knows whats coming. He always does. He insists hes fine. He insists hes misunderstood. He insists its not his fault. He insists the box wine on the desk already half gone is basically a joke, a prop, something ironic. He keeps touching it though, like a rosary. He talks about freedom the way teenagers do, like responsibility is a scam invented to keep geniuses down. Peter Pan with liver spots. Eternal boy, eternal victim.

He tells the audience he could of been more if it wasnt for the spice overdoses. Anything. Musician. Writer. Father. He actually says that word, briefly, then pivots, because even he knows thats dangerous territory. He reframes it. He always reframes it. Women trapped him. The system trapped him. Courts hate independent thinkers. The battery conviction wasnt real. The arrest for brandishing firearms was exaggerated. The negligent discharges were malfunctioning firearms. Everything bad that ever happened to him is described in the passive voice, like weather. Things occurred. Mistakes were made. Somehow never by him.

He laughs at the chat, always ignoring anything painful or incisive, but keeps reading every line. Especially the ones about the woman he bullied into an abortion he says bullied is the wrong word, that he was honest, that honesty hurts sometimes. Especially the ones about the adultery framed not as betrayal but as being Casanova, its not his fault "they" all love him. Especially the ones about the daughter he abandoned reframed as distance, complexity, things shell understand when shes older and that money can replace his presence.

He never once says hes sorry. He says things are all a mistake, a misunderstanding. He says people should move on, by which he means everyone else should shut up while he continues exactly as he is, drinking box wine in his parents house, living off their money, their patience, their denial.

From offscreen you can hear his mother, tired and sharp with decades of disappointment, asking if hes drinking again. He lies instantly, reflexively, insultingly. Says its grape juice. Says she doesnt understand. He never learned that lying stops working when everyone already knows the truth. His father doesnt even argue anymore. Just asks about the cats. About the house slowly being converted into a landfill by a grown man who refuses adulthood on principle.

He talks about masculinity in fragments, about being a pirate, about not answering to anyone, about how society hates men like him. He does not mention the women he hurt except as abstractions. He does not mention his daughter except as an inconvenience to his narrative. He does not mention bathing, cleaning, working, repairing, building anything that would require sustained effort instead of endless justification.

At some point the wine spills. White wine soaking into the filthy floor like a metaphor too obvious to bother unpacking. He drops to his knees to save it, scrambling, pathetic, more concerned with the alcohol than the humiliation of being watched. A cat steps in it. He snaps back into anger, calling it his house, his youtube career, his ship. He insists hes in control while kneeling in spilled wine, surrounded by filth, living off people who wish hed either change or leave.

He stares into the camera at the end, defiant, daring the world to judge him while broadcasting every reason it does. He refuses to log off. He never logs off. This is where he lives now halfway between accusation and excuse, forever the boy, forever the victim, forever convinced that growing up is something that happens to other people.
 
Thar be no pirates here, just a weepy faggot.
I was not crying, I was tired as hell and had been held for hours in a holding cell that was practically a meat freezer temperature-wise. Nobody looks good in booking photos.
Styx, honestly, what is the thinking here? How do you expect this to play out?
Someone posts something mean about you, so you hop on and give yet another literal answer contradicting them with your own version of events... and then what? Everyone reads your post and goes, "gosh, he's right, I never thought of it that way, my mind is completely changed now" ?
Why do you keep trying this as if it's going to work? Even if your answer is that you don't expect to convince the people here, and you just want to get your side of the story out or something like that, still, do you really think you're accomplishing that?
Don't you see how dumb and pointless it is to keep impotently responding to every comment that you don't like? Don't you see how it just makes you look worse? Don't you get it yet?
 
I bet the cop came in there and beat your ass.
I bet they went home and Googled "tarl warwick, pirate, streamer, vermont." I know I'd be curious wtf I just arrested.

Being arrested is something to glorify when it's the result of tyranny and overcharging based on nonsense claims and you still look awesome in the process.
Discharging firearms and whipping phones at BPD chicks is not quite a Henry David Thoreau situation. As for looking awesome, it's the police perp-walking a middle-aged man in a pirate costume to a squad car in plain view of the neighbors; we could run a poll on how cool that looks, I don't think the outcome would favor your perspective.
 
Robotic dildobots.


I enjoy mentioning my small PP online because self deprecation is funny. I usually tell people I'd show them my dick but most people do not own a microscope. It's comedic. I do not trust those who can't make jokes about themselves. Sara is one of them.
That actually wrenched a chuckle out of me
That never happened. Any of it. I totally and honestly deny it.

What did happen is when I was much younger I repeatedly stole the locks from the gate out back that leads to the water control system because they always left it dangling when they went through. I probably still have them. I also stole an ax once from a bulldozer. Also, I have used marijuana and psychedelics.

This makes me a dangerous and insane man. They should bring up the stretching rack.
I actually believe you're telling the truth that you never drunkenly waved a loaded gun at GayResearchVlogger or Laylithe at least. Because the both of them have absolutely no filter and trauma dump on here about every fucked up thing that ever happened to them. So if you had actually done this to either of them, rest assured we would never hear the end of it. Can't speak on your other harem girls but that definitely never happened to either of those two because they would never shut up about it on here.

They would be on here screaming about it 24/7 and frustrated farmers would be like "Why the fuck are you telling us? What are we supposed to do, go file a police report." And they're both retarded and don't listen, so they would just ignore the advice to go to the police and would proceed to pollute the thread with 400 more pages about how you waved a gun at them.

Can one of you provide a detailed play-by-play of one of these sexual encounters? Stop teasing us with brief flashes of detail.
Please do not encourage them, I'm already traumatized by the brief flashes of detail

Guys relax, it's Christmas. :biggrin:
This is KiwiFarms, nobody on here is a normal well-adjusted human being. Myself included.
 
Styx, honestly, what is the thinking here? How do you expect this to play out?
Someone posts something mean about you, so you hop on and give yet another literal answer contradicting them with your own version of events... and then what? Everyone reads your post and goes, "gosh, he's right, I never thought of it that way, my mind is completely changed now" ?
Why do you keep trying this as if it's going to work? Even if your answer is that you don't expect to convince the people here, and you just want to get your side of the story out or something like that, still, do you really think you're accomplishing that?
Don't you see how dumb and pointless it is to keep impotently responding to every comment that you don't like? Don't you see how it just makes you look worse? Don't you get it yet?
It's like I said: he's addicted to attention. Almost everything he does serves to gain it. Look at how he insists he "looks cool" getting arrested in full pirate garb.
As a narcissist, he loves when people are talking about him.
 
Tarl's a 40 year old NEET who's somehow able to subsidize his and his parents lifestyle. I'd be exhausted too if my son earned an income by dancing on the Internet as a lolcow.
When you can make six figures then get back to me. Between my literature, videomaking, and sponsorships, I do

The "space" is ever revolving.

More than the dildo jokes even.
Fake cock utilize.
 
It's like I said: he's addicted to attention. Almost everything he does serves to gain it. Look at how he insists he "looks cool" getting arrested in full pirate garb.
As a narcissist, he loves when people are talking about him.
Consider this: Elle101, who is a schizophrenic sperglord who thinks people are making child porn of her and her cats and spams her SSN multiple times a day in her Spergatory thread, hasn't posted since 1:45 am on Christmas morning. Compare that to how many posts Styx and GayVR have made, and even Laylithe managed to work in a plight sperg about her bare ass, in spite of having custody of her children today. Elle101 has more self control than Tarl, Sam, and, Sara combined, in spite of being certifiably mental.
 
I'm no more fucked up than anyone else here. You think we're any different?
Nigger, you ate a raw tarantula with ketchup.

We are not the same.
I have fucked the elderly
That's why I love this thread :story:
True. I cry when I watch that horse scene from Neverending Story. But I did not cry in the holding cell, I was busy singing the hits of the eighties.
Artax noooo (:_(
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No one in the space refers to it as 'cyber'.
That's bullshit, true l33t hackers call it "The Cyber"
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When you can make six figures then get back to me. Between my literature, videomaking, and sponsorships, I do


Fake cock utilize.
It's telling that this is what you choose to respond to. I'm not critiquing your income, I'm critiquing the public spectacle that is your life. You think you are more intelligent than you are Tarl Benjamin, and that is a tough place to be.


Parental responsibilities not utilized.
 
It's telling that this is what you choose to respond to. I'm not critiquing your income, I'm critiquing the public spectacle that is your life. You think you are more intelligent than you are Tarl Benjamin, and that is a tough place to be.


Parental responsibilities not utilized.
Then you should be spending your time laughing at Sara Lancaster here, who has still not acknowledged she has a child.

I do. And she is a little genius already (not surprising) and I am very proud of her. Got her some tangrams as one of her gifts for Christmas, since she is too smart for little kid puzzles now. I pay my child support not because I have to, but because I want to. I would love to hug her right now but I am about 4,000 miles away or so.
 
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