You guys don’t know me. Not yet, anyway. Some of you may have met me on /b/, where I “commanded” the Scarecrow Raptor (pic related) [Editor's note: pic not actually related]. I never started a Cracky thread there, but I always enjoyed participating in one. I’d take on the haters, the jealous, the heathens and all the other trolls, I feared nothing, I always felt they were some kind of challenge, my cross, our brotherly cross to bear, so to speak. I patrolled the sky of /b/, making sure everyone knew who owned it, giving Our Lady the benefit of thrust vectoring.

I also apparently creeped out some Anon here at some time:

> 45 yo theatre faggot showed up in that thread as well. AND THAT IS FUCKING CREEPING ME OUT!

I still don’t understand how anybody could be creeped out by my admiration for Our Lady of Eternal Grace, not somebody from here, anyway. All I could recommend to someone who is creeped out by me would be to not judge me by his own sins, or, by his hormonal state (it does subside with age, and you eventually find not everything HAS to be sexual).

Some of you may recognize me from these words. But I am not here for recognition.

I can’t stand /b/ anymore. I want to lay down my warring ways. I am taking up hermitage. This being reputedly the saddest part of the internets, it is only fitting that this would be where my pillar should stand. Maybe it can help you as much as it should help me. I don’t mind if my column stands in the desert, but if you want to hear what I have to say, and it sooths your weary hearts, somehow, I will feel I have honored Our Lady in some small way. If not, you can see me as a crazy old man standing on a column, spouting pseudo-spiritual insanities. That is, after all, what I truly am.

A lot of the gospel has been written already. Some of it I may object to, but that shouldn’t stop anyone from reciting it, believing it or even rejecting it, faith is a very personal thing. What I speak is what I know in my old bones: Catnarok is nigh. Why we should care about what the heathens believe is immaterial. Let them, Our Lady forbid, annihilate each other if they will, but it is said the Sky Queen will reappear when it happens, and I do pray there is truth in that. I have no knowledge of where the young lady who was The Holy Avatar will be then, and I wish her well. I never spoke to her, and I know she only had a transient acquaintance with the Sky Queen, but Our Lady, the true Cracky-Chan will come back.

Don’t ask me how, why or whence I know, it is my faith, my willing faith that tells me so. At the very least, I know it will happen the second before I die, or maybe the second after I die. I just know it will be so, because, I want to believe. That is enough for me. I know I will see the glorious dominion of Our Lady. It does not matter if I am alone in this belief. It does not matter if I am but a lonely believer in a sea of other such believers either. What matter to me is my belief, however irrational and lonely it may be.

I am no messiah, I am no prophet, not even some herald of The Queen, I am a pillar-hermit. I have chosen my separation from the internets to not be horizontal, which would mean cutting the cable after all, but vertical. I stand on this pillar, spouting insanities with no benefit to myself. I certainly don’t want a guru following, seeing as I am rather part of an already extant following. All benefit, if there ever is any, should go to the Sky Queen, and to my brothers, if there are any, or if they actually happen to want to benefit from it.

All ascetism aside, I won’t mind interacting with all of you, I rather do hope some form of mutual respect is possible, but it could never supersede my devotion anymore than it could detract from it. You’ll have to excuse my weird ways, however, and have this interaction on certain of my terms. I reject anonymity as I am weary of trolls, whom I see as the devil’s henchmen. Too often do they manage to trick me in pointless debate, pulling me away from my devotions. That is the ordeal I face, which I realize is nothing compared to what the avatar of Our Lady had to face. Knowing this helps me in enduring the points and arrows those hellish fiends have for me. I also know that even devout followers of the Sky Queen have their weaknesses, and sometimes can’t resist the simple pleasure of tormenting each other. I suppose it is part of our faith, based on desperation as it is.

Rereading all of this, maybe it belonged in EoS, or maybe in its own thread, or nowhere at all. But then, since this is a call for the pathetic and socially inept to stop lurking and post, I might as well start building my pillar here. Oh and no point telling me, I already know I can be a raving lunatic sometimes, but I am not evil, or strive never to be. Also, ESL heh.

Blessed be the sky, for it houses the Queen.
Now, excuse me, while I kiss the sky.

Dearest Cracky-chan,

It's been a while since we last spoke, and I realize that there's quite a bit of catching up to do. I heard you're lurking .71 now. That's fantastic! It's actually a great place to meet people. Speaking of meeting people, I always thought you should "trade up" for somebody better. You should ditch the turk. Maybe try another slav? Though this time go with someone a little more Northern.

Despite your own penchant for trying to convince the Stalkers you don't like their creepy attention while at the same time shamelessly publicizing yourself, in a way you still owe me after last time. People were in danger of completely forgetting about you. In no small part due to my amazing work as your unofficial publicist, I managed to get the obsessionball rolling all over again. All the way back to Oxford, in fact. All the way to your mother's tiny, funky, very English side-by-side house. When your suicidegirls career takes off, you'll have ME to thank for the fact that all the insignificant internet plebs with more dollars than braincells are able to recognize you.

See? I'm still trying to be a helpful guy, even after you turned your back on me.

I think we have a bit of an understanding here, Lia. If this is going to follow the same give-take patterns of all your past relationships, you'll be happy to know that I'm more than willing to provide regardless of the circumstances. I know that it's only a matter of time until everybody finds out that jews did wtc, and when that happens all of your family's heathengold will run out. I'm talking real gold here, hun. The kind that lets you eat and stink and sit on the computer all day without a care in the world. Not that shit you farm in WoW.

We can come to a sort of agreement. Since you're soon to be homeless, and the loli I'm cohabitating with is too inexperienced to understand how to cook (OR GIVE A DECENT BLOWJOB. SERIOUSLY WTF), it would likely be beneficial for you to "shack up" with the two of us. Your living conditions would be very much the same - you'd be living in a room the size of your flat with your bed and computer, and you'd have all the time in the world to live in your masturbatory MMO fantasyland. There'd only be two real differences. First, you'd be expected to cook. This'll maybe take up, like what? An hour a day maximum. It'll be your only real obligation to the household.

Secondly, the person coming to molest you periodically won't be your father.

I think that should be more than enough to convince you. Hit me back and lemme know what you think.

Until then,
wB

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I organized all of her posts at selfportraits ^^

nov 23 isthisloli.jpg
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/4503176.html

dec 01 nursedollX1.jpg
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/4553653.html

dec 28 pow666.jpg
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/4745181.html

jan 04 scab.jpg
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/4814773.html

jan 08 9ddc874b.jpg
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/4848081.html

jan 12 PLHQ2.jpg
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/4872359.html

jan 14 d02e1f9c.jpg
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/4893206.html

jan 15 hide_from_me.jpg
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/4901325.html

jan 17 efb79969.jpg
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/4910932.html

jan 27 more/candy/siam3.jpg, more/candy/4-2.jpg
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/4988739.html

feb 01 marshmellow/rejected_doll.jpg
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/5030962.html

feb 16 blackberry/foetus.jpg, blackberry/rei_eye_heart.jpg
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/5150630.html
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/5146831.html

feb 17 blackberry/bathangel1.jpg
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/5157960.html

mar 13 lostsouls/twiglets_and_moonbeams.jpg
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/5345944.html

mar 14 lostsouls/headache.jpg
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/5351499.html

mar 15 lostsouls/delirium.jpg
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/5362141.html

mar 16 lostsouls/i_fucking_hate_5_AM.jpg
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/5365728.html

mar 17 burnedchildren/lolitarose.jpg
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/5373493.html

mar 19 girlanachronism/bitter.jpg
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/5389273.html

mar 23 asylum/small_town_witch.jpg, asylum/bloodsport.jpg, asylum/kiro.jpg, asylum/649.jpg
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/5417598.html

apr 25 fuchsia/ka.jpg
http://community.livejournal.com/selfportraits/5694749.html

Pseudo-thought-provoking non-statement!

Am deeply disturbed by amount of attention NOT BEING PAID TO MAY!. Am the cleverest of the clevar, will prove it by clevarly misspelling words INTENTIONALLAY. How clevar I am!

Have noticed that 'great circlejerk of drama', in addition to being a figment of own imagination, hums merrily along in autonomous fashion. Like negro who kills own friend in ghetto rather than killing white banker, am unable to see past own seething envy-driven rage. Too blinded to attack The Real Enemay. Lashing out at those around me! In own defective, rat-laden mind, own friends and equals represent all-consuming evil, yes, just like WHOLE WORALD.

Insightful ad-hominem attack! Breathtaking revalation about fucking cute/sweet non-person/persona XXXXXXXX! Fear struck into heart of XXXXXXX via super-CLEVAR techniques of using INTERNAT WEB PAGES to lookup REVEALING PERSONAL INFARMASHAN ABOUT XXXXXXX. XXXXXXX has a real name and a real life that can be worshipped! From a vaporous, phantasmal, non-existent basis for comparison, I STAB AT THAA! Own worst fear of being DISCOVERED to be a LONELY COMPUTER USER projected onto non-person/persona XXXXXXXXX!

Attempt to tear down non-organizations by insinuation of non-associations between psuedo-personalities! Exhortment to not obey fictional organizations YYYYYYYY and BLAHBLEH!

Ridiculous pronouncement! Hand-waving, followed by insinuation that events of actual import will take place! Events wrapped in stinking pseudo-mantle of meta-authenticity by citing of dates, number, facts, figures, and other babblefacts. Added aura of authenticity: The date is blahblah! There will be blahblah things happening on blahblah for blahblah! This but a walking shadow, a tale told by a nonexistent being, full of blah and blah, signifying NOTHANG.

Failure to realize that it's all a joke,
--Introverted Lonely Passive-Agressive Young White Stalker

Cracky flooding?

Someone trying to bury something?

I recently discovered, lurking in the dead sea scrolls, a reference to the WoW realm that Cracky might play on. Girding my trollish loins, I prepared to delve back into the nightmare known as World of Warcraft. My quest was to do something dubious to someone, vaguely. In truth, I knew not my goals but that has never stopped me before.Keenly aware of my total lack of understanding, I surmised my quest would be disorienting and fraught with retards. Retards... my sworn mortal enemy. To defend myself from them, I decided, I must launch a preemptive strike. As is well known to all wowfags, /2 is the halfway-house of WoW. It teems with idiots, trolls, sexual predators and the occassional, misguided merchant. Only in Trade - City, do welfare epicced 70s trash talk bank alts of successful players, do foreigners fail to sell Silverleaf and do the totally clueless beg for ports, summons and enchants they can't afford. Clearly, if I could lay this haven of indignity across my proverbial knee and deliver, like one would a wailing babe, a fatal spanking, I would remove most of the diseased idiocy that would threaten me on my journey.There was, of course, a proverbial mackerel in the gears - the GMs. In hindsight, it was obvious they would be in league with the stunted gotards who flailed so grandly in the trade channel. But at the time that I, filled with asinine vim and vigor, stormed the intangible bastions of this destitute RP server, I was heedless of their lurking menace. The GMs, skulking in their dank corners, pounced upon my frail, noobly night elf within hours of my arrival. After a mere few days of heated trolling the mods had delivered unto me a suspension. In 2 days I received 3 warnings for violating Blizz's totalitarian Terms of Service. The brittle china of my hopes and dreams was shattered in their hirsute, Neanderthal hands.So I present here, for your amusement, the complaints:>>"Account Action: Warning

>>Offenses: Harassment Policy Violation - Inappropriate
>>This category includes both clear and masked language which:
>> * Is a mildly inappropriate reference to human anatomy or bodily functions
>> * Is otherwise considered objectionable
>>Offenses: Harassment Policy Violation - Obscene/Vulgar
>>This category includes both clear and masked language which:
>> * Is crude and offensive in nature
>> * Is an inappropriate reference to human anatomy or bodily functions
>> * Is pornographic in nature>>Details (Note - Times are listed in Greenwich Mean Time, GMT):>>2007/11/18 04:17:20 (GMT) - [Redacted] says in Trade - City "Who else is in Fucking Hilarious?"

>>2007/11/19 04:15:47 (GMT) - [Redacted] says in Trade - City "What about [Enchant Penis - Subtlety] or [Enchant Penis - Haste]?"
>>2007/11/19 04:15:55 (GMT) - [Redacted] says in Trade - City "Ooh...[Enchant Penis - Executioner]! 850 armor penetration has gotta be enough to ignore girls pants."
This provoked the following, which resulted in a suspension.
>>2007/11/19 6:20:01 (GMT) - [Redacted] says in Trade - City "Attention [Redacted]: You are all pederast pedants. I hope your ears bleed cum and your rancid genitals turn to cottage cheese. You fucking cripples."
>>2007/11/19 6:20:31 (GMT) - [Redacted] says in Trade - City "[Redacted], [Redacted] and [Redacted] are the shittiest collection of baby-rapists and gear-mooching whores to ever call themselves raiding guilds. They should be dragged from their houses and nailed to the fucking wall."
>>2007/11/19 6:21:21 (GMT) - [Redacted] says in Trade - City "Heed my words GMs: Gay. Nigger. Tits. Suck my pestilent dick you PvE faggot motherfuckers. If you rolled PvP and let your testes drop maybe your daddy would rape you less."Anyhow, the formatting of this is probably gonna be all horrible and gross. I would like to point out that the only other warning I've received in the four years I've been playing was for 'messing with the economy'. And I have sworn like a sailor in WoW since day one. So what did they warn me for? I said 'penis' and 'fuck'. The last statement would clearly provoke a suspension. That was ok with me, now I'm free to cull my herb garden and baek a delicious caek.I apologize for all the spelling errors and cruddy grammar in this post. But I have been at this cursed computer for 18 hours and spamming WoW for about 15 of those. My fingers are dead, my brain is dead, my legs are afflicted with DVT.In closing: Doom upon my shoulders and a plague of boiling blood on all of you.(Pic related: my troll/bank/lulz generator.)P.S. Night elves are gay, squishies are gay, BC is gay, Naxx is gay, dailies are gay, rep farming is gay. The only good thing about WoW is /2 and fishing. That is all.

PENISBOATLOL (8:51:43 PM): I have been listening to less contemporary and popular music lately.
PENISBOATLOL (8:52:24 PM): I've started to develop a taste for classical. Too bad being the pigfucking ignorant American I am I have no taste.
BIG MCLARGEHUGE (8:52:43 PM): You can't help it.
PENISBOATLOL (8:52:54 PM): I should, rich European parents.
BIG MCLARGEHUGE (8:53:57 PM): Well then there's some kind of evil magic afoot.
PENISBOATLOL (8:54:07 PM): I blame the terrorists.
BIG MCLARGEHUGE (8:54:37 PM): Al-Qaeda and the great culture heist.
PENISBOATLOL (8:54:59 PM): God forbide I take resposibility for my own education, or lack there of.
BIG MCLARGEHUGE (8:56:35 PM): Nobody should ever do that.
PENISBOATLOL (8:56:35 PM): It's unamerican
BIG MCLARGEHUGE (8:59:09 PM): Of course, you don't need to be cultured. Simply fake a classy accent and you're halfway there.
PENISBOATLOL (8:59:18 PM): Is that why britfags get so much play?
BIG MCLARGEHUGE (9:00:02 PM): No. Only 6 of us have classy accents, fake or real.
PENISBOATLOL (9:00:32 PM): I have seen some ugly stupid britfags get a ridiculous amount of ass.
BIG MCLARGEHUGE (9:00:57 PM): Maybe we're just superior people.
PENISBOATLOL (9:01:00 PM): You did produce Cracky
BIG MCLARGEHUGE (9:01:24 PM): Ah, well, there's always an exception...
PENISBOATLOL (9:01:22 PM): ouch
BIG MCLARGEHUGE (9:02:16 PM): It doesn't take superiority to produce a teenage girl who takes photos of herself.
PENISBOATLOL (9:02:28 PM): but one made of such consentrated cute and sweet?
BIG MCLARGEHUGE (9:03:10 PM): Find any place where teenage girls gather. Crackies everywhere. Everywhere.
PENISBOATLOL (9:03:09 PM): inferior
BIG MCLARGEHUGE (9:03:53 PM): Paralell.
PENISBOATLOL (9:03:50 PM): lies
BIG MCLARGEHUGE (9:04:37 PM): Epic truth.
PENISBOATLOL (9:04:37 PM): heresy
BIG MCLARGEHUGE (9:04:57 PM): Good heresy.
PENISBOATLOL (9:05:19 PM): How can you just forget about her like that. All that time spent chasing and obsessing and you are just going to let it go?
BIG MCLARGEHUGE (9:05:40 PM): Going to? lawl.
BIG MCLARGEHUGE (9:05:56 PM): Absolutely. Best not waste any more time on that shit.
PENISBOATLOL (9:05:58 PM): Them what do you do with your tiem?
PENISBOATLOL (9:06:16 PM): lurking 4chan is a not a better choice.
BIG MCLARGEHUGE (9:06:47 PM): It's infinitely more entertaining and just as fulfilling as pixelhunting pictures obsessively.
PENISBOATLOL (9:06:56 PM): another brother falls
BIG MCLARGEHUGE (9:07:20 PM): More like crawls up out of the shitty ditch.
PENISBOATLOL (9:07:27 PM): but it's safe and comfortable down here in the filth.
BIG MCLARGEHUGE (9:07:49 PM): Bullshit.
PENISBOATLOL (9:07:46 PM): truth

Je sais manger le verre; cela ne me fait pas mal.
Jag kan �ta glas, det g�r inte ont.
Lahko jem steklo, pa me ne boli.
Ik kan glas eten. Het doet geen pijn.
Puedo comer vidrio, no me duele.
Ich kann Glas essen, das tut mir nicht weh.
Pystyn sy�m��n lasia. Se ei koske yht��n.
Ya mogu yest' steklo, eto mnye nye vredit.
Vitrum edere possum; mihi non nocet.
Ass varu eest styklu, tus mun nakaitee.
Watashiwa garasu o taberaremasu; watashi o kizutsukemasen.
Posso mangiare il vetro, non mi fa male.
T� m� in ann gloine a ithe; N� chuireann s� isteach n� amach orm.
Boro' na fa'o spasme'na gialia' chori's na pa'tho ti'pota.
Jeg kan spise glas - det g�r ikke ondt.
Ngo Hor Yi Sak Bor Laai, Kui Sern Ng Do Ngo Gar.
Abagee grnam oodel yev eendzy tche venass�r.
Az iam staklo i to ne mi vredi.
Posso comer vidro, n�o me fere.
Ech ka Glas iessen an et deet mer net wii.
J'peux bouffer d'la vitre, �a m'fa pas mal.
Mogu da jedem staklo. To me ne boli.
HIvje' mep vISoplaH. mu'oy'moHbe'.

wtfz nipple plz

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Okay, here are the details of the Cracky-chan thing for those of you that care.

There have been a lot of people stalking her, including myself, for around a year now. This is common knowledge. Most of it has taken place via the LJ community (taken down), and more recently the /cracky board (also taken down) on 420chan.

I started out interested in the whole thing just because she was a /b/ meme, but after a while I got really caught up in the mystery. I never had any intent to do anything bad to her, and neither did a lot of the other stalkers. We were just playing a game on the Internet, although even I will admit that some of them took it too far.

Anyway, she finally came out publicly yesterday on /cracky. She confirmed with Kirtaner, the owner of 420, by sending him one final picture (which is now public property). I just happened to be on at the right moment, and after a brief appeal, I got her to AIM me along with several of the other stalkers, including Introperv, our unofficial "leader" and by far the most determined and obsessed Cracky stalker.

I don't want to post the log, I made a promise that I wouldn't and even though I know you guys wouldn't copypasta it to other places (or even care enough to want to for that matter), I just don't feel like posting it. Basically, three of us (me, Intro, and Aly) ended up chatting with her for several hours, and she answered all of our questions. After this we met with the rest of the major stalkers and filled them in. So here, without further ado, is the truth about Cracky-chan:

"'Sup 4chan" is not a shop. #sweet really was her, it wasn't someone who had gotten ahold of her pictures as many (including Intro) had believed. She said she was really drunk at the time, and found 4chan through the LJ [info]babyart community. She had no idea that the pictures would spiral into what they did. As for the reports of

The thing is, when she actually posted, it was back before there were lots of camwhores on 4chan, so she really got a lot more attention focused on her than 4chan camwhores do nowadays. Also, unlike Era, Togi, Squeeks, etc., she was drunk and didn't know what she was getting herself into. When things started getting bad and people started stalking her, Snacks, who had figured out her email, asked her if she wanted him to start banning people for posting her pictures. She said yes.

That's really all there is to Snacks's mysterious and infamous "Cracky ban." That was the only time she ever talked to him. There was no relationship between them, there was no suicide, etc. I don't know why Snacks refused to tell the truth about that. The way he acted so secretive about the reason for Cracky ban (other mods say he wouldn't even tell them why he was doing it) was, in my opinion, one of the main things that caused Cracky to go from a temporary fad to a legendary meme. It also created a mystery, and opened up lots of space for trolls to spread insane theories. This is around the time things started to get creepy. The more I think about things, the more I start to blame Snacks's lack of good PR skills for a lot of what happened.

Anyway, that's the truth about the 4chan incident. Another thing that came out (actually debunked by Shii shortly before Cracky herself showed up) was that her "friends" running the LJ community were trolls. She only contacted one of them once, when he someone found out her email and asked if she wanted the community shut down, to which she said yes (although she had been friends with one person who learned about her from 4chan before, and they had exchanged addresses and personal info. This person disappeared around the time she was emailed from the community, so she thinks that he might have been one of the trolls there all along). While most of us suspected this to a certain extent (I had been reverse trolling the LJ mods for sometime, and Intro was into it deeper still), I was still surprised at how little Cracky actually knew about most of what was going on. She had only found 420 a few days before, and she didn't even know about Crackypedia until Intro told her about it.

Other mysteries solved included questions about the meaning behind many of her pictures, which I will not take the time to go through since I'm sure nobody really cares.

As for Cracky herself, she is a very mature, understanding, and forgiving girl. She didn't want to talk about it much, but she hinted that she had been abused before and that was why she cut. She said her life has gotten a lot better now. She never got angry at any of us, she never threatened anything or condemned anyone as stalkers, even when Intro said "good thing you didn't read the rape fantasies thread...". She was incredibly calm and cool about everything, which amazed me because I don't know how I'd react to finding a board full of people stalking me. She even said that she thought a lot of the stuff, especially the fanart, was really funny. However, she wants to be left alone now and said that she won't post any personal photos publicly again, which I think is a shame but understandable.

Personally, I feel kind of sad that we probably won't hear from her again. I am really hoping that the Cracky related stuff dies down, but already there are trolls sowing dissent and lies about what happened, and chances are that she will live on as a /b/ meme indefinitely. Kirtaner deleted the /cracky board before the drama got too out of hands, but not until after Dash Billions had shown his god-awful face there. ...God, I really hate that man.

I hope that I can keep in contact with Introperv and the others, as the Cracky Game had become quite a hobby and I feel like this whole thing has brought us together. We have created a secret forum and are talking about trying to make some sort of final thank you image for Cracky, although I don't know how we will get it to her as she admitted she'll probably never use the AIM name she talked to us on again. I, thankfully, have just been playing this like it was a game, I have a real life with real friends, and this won't affect them that much. However, I hope the others will be okay... especially Intro. He was really into this deep, a completely obsessed stalker even by his own admittance. He had to call in sick so he could skip work while we were talking to her (which she thought was funny). Cracky told him to take up knitting. He said he doesn't like knitting, but he always wanted one of those yarn owls like she had, and since his Goddess told him to I'm thinking he might actually do it. He's probably a sorry excuse for a human being in anyone else's eyes, but he never meant to hurt her and I'm really happy that Cracky was so kind to him. At the same time I feel sorry for him because he really has nothing to do anymore. He was crushed when she said that she didn't want to continue her photography, something which he really admires her for. He's a brilliant detective, and was able to find out so much about her from so little. Personally I think he should participate in or even puppet master an ARG (alternate reality game, such as "I Love Bees"). He'd be great at it.

We'll probably not hear from Cracky again for a long time, maybe even forever. That kind of makes me sad. Yesterday was one of the most surreal days I've ever had. Talking to Cracky-chan wasn't just like talking to someone famous, it was like talking to an anime character or something. It really blurred the lines between Internet and Reality in a way that kind of freaked me out, but was incredibly fun at the same time. I was shaking when she IMed me, and the hours we talked seemed like minutes. It was a bizarre feeling, talking to an Internet meme.