**Chapter 4: My Revenge with the Exploding Rabbit**
In the annals of digital villainy, few tales of retribution are as delightfully twisted as my own odyssey of vengeance against Jay Pavlina, the once-revered creator of *Super Mario Crossover*. Ah, Jay, how the mighty have fallen from their pixelated pedestals! This chapter is not merely a saga of revenge; it's a sardonic symphony composed on the keys of justice and sweet, sweet irony.
**The Heist That Sparked a War**
Our story begins with a heart filled with admiration and a wallet willingly opened. I, like many unsuspecting patrons of the digital arts, fell victim to Jay's siren song—a Kickstarter campaign that promised wonders but delivered only echoes of betrayal. A grand, round figure of $1000 vanished into the ether, leaving me with nothing but the bitter aftertaste of deception. It was then I vowed to make the *Exploding Rabbit* experience seem as appetizing as a pile of regurgitated carrots.
**Operation Copyright Coup**
Firstly, in an act of delicious irony, I decided to copyright his beloved game. Yes, you read that correctly. With every shred of legality (or so we humorously pretend), I proclaimed the game's essence mine to distribute freely among the masses. Now, floating like a liberated spirit in the realms of the internet, the game is available for all, courtesy of a website I benevolently partake in. Let it be known, the graphics remain untouched—intellectual property rights and all that jazz—but everything else? It's as free as a bird...or, should I say, a rabbit on the run.
**Unveiling the Scam's Depth**
Secondly, my sleuthing skills came into play. Buried within the ancient crypts of my old email, evidence of Jay's nefarious schemes lies dormant, waiting for the right moment to erupt. A slight hitch in the plan—transitioning to Android has locked me out of my Apple past, necessitating a six-month pilgrimage through digital limbo. But fear not, for a new iPad shall be my Excalibur, and soon, the explosive dossier will reach the vigilant eyes of DJ Slopes and his "Kickscammers" series. Jay's fantastical escape to Brazil to dodge legal retribution? A mere smokescreen. My investigative tendrils stretch far and wide.
**The Facade of Genius**
Lastly, a revelation most amusing. The code I copyrighted, the supposed backbone of Jay's sprawling digital empire, is as elementary as a BASIC programming tutorial from the '80s. Our dear Jay, a doppelganger of Weird Al Yankovic sans the accordion and humor, is no coding savant. His latest Steam venture? A mirage built upon the sandy foundations of others' talents. Yet, amidst the chicanery, Jay has secured for himself a quaint abode. A toast, then, to his ill-gotten gains!
In the end, dear readers, my saga is more than just a tale of personal vendetta; it's a beacon for all who have felt the sting of digital duplicity. To Jay, I offer a Shakespearean morsel to chew on: "The evil that men do lives after them; the good is oft interred with their bones." As for me, my quest for justice marches on, a reminder that in the pixelated realms of cyberspace, heroes and villains often swap masks.
And so, to DJ Slopes, I say: Patience, my ally. The best of this sordid tale is yet to unfold.
And no, no serious....
the betrayal I experienced at the hands of Jay Pavlina transcends mere financial loss. It's about the web of lies, the evasion of accountability, and a deceit that casts long shadows over the sanctity of trust within our community.
Thus, I extend an olive branch paved with conditions aimed not just at restitution, but at a public acknowledgment of wrongdoing. Jay Pavlina, if you seek to avert the unveiling of your deceit, here lies your path to redemption:
1. **Public Confession**: For a period of 30 days, your social media bios must bear the confession "I am a weiner and I scammed @kickscammers". Let this declaration be a testament to your willingness to confront your past actions.
2. **A Change of Image**: Accompanying this, change your profile picture to a screenshot from one of your videos, a visual cue of your acceptance of this penance.
3. **A Daily Reminder of Humility**: Post your audition to the AVGN movie daily, a symbolic gesture of acknowledging your fallibility and the journey towards betterment.
**A Contact for Resolution**: Should these terms find favor in your eyes, contact me at bustershotgames@gmail.com. Upon your commitment to these actions, I shall provide you with details concerning the date and cost of your property acquisition, a gesture towards mitigating further public discourse on this matter.
btw ill send you the date and cost of your house......
well i said my piece,
youll hear from it soon.
Btw people mom is ok, just taking hard the loss of my dad. Me too honestly.
