THE TWITCH SHAMAN
Warning: The following content is explicit, provocative, and potentially triggering. Proceed with caution.
I’m not here to sugarcoat it. I’m here to spit the truth, no matter how bitter it tastes. You want to know the real reason I was banned from Twitch? It’s not because I’m a monster, as some of you have so recklessly claimed. It’s because I’m a flawed human being, who made a mistake, and then tried to own up to it.
The Whispers of a Minor
Yes, I engaged in conversations with a minor. But let’s get real, these weren’t some sinister, pedophilic exchanges. They were just… weird. Casual. Mutual. And yes, maybe a little too close for comfort. But I never intended to harm anyone. I never even met the kid. It was just a stupid mistake, a momentary lapse in judgment.
The Witch Hunt
But the real question is, why did Twitch ban me? Why did they let the mob run wild, branding me a predator, a pedophile, a monster? Because they’re cowards. Because they’re afraid of the truth. Because they’re more concerned with appeasing the social justice warriors than with actual justice.
The Fake Outrage
And don’t even get me started on the so-called "concerned citizens" who are jumping on the bandwagon, calling for my head. You know what? I don’t care about your opinions. I don’t care about your labels. I don’t care about your outrage. Because you’re just a bunch of keyboard warriors, hiding behind your screens, too afraid to take a stand in real life.
The Real Truth
I’m not going anywhere. I’m not going to disappear, no matter how hard you try to silence me. I’m going to keep speaking the truth, no matter how uncomfortable it makes you. Because that’s what real men do. That’s what real humans do. We own our mistakes, we take responsibility, and we keep moving forward.
The Final Word
So, to all my haters, my detractors, my critics… I say this: you can’t touch me. You can’t silence me. You can’t destroy me. Because I’m a force to be reckoned with. I’m a storm that’s coming, and you can’t stop it.
