Castle's present Meltdown on Facebook...

Well, anyone who joins the group does so with that understanding. Still, they can only see your friends list if you otherwise have your privacy settings maxed and are not FB friends with them. Plus, if anyone acts the douche you can always block them.

Not that Bear would let me in, but I really don't see the appeal, anyway. Risk my family's privacy just to learn a few more RL names than I already know? Nah.

Since we already know your name and where you live it wouldn't be that hard to trace you if someone really wanted to. The breadcrumb trail already exists. I don't think there's really anything like 100% privacy these days unless people want to be like Flashie.

First, why is that turdburger Listkeeper the only one who can create a Wordforge Facebook page? Seems to me that anybody could do it and throw it wide open to anyone who wanted to participate. Let Listkeeper have his super secret clubhouse. Fuck him. I learned a long time ago that its often necessary to build your own sandbox.

Take some power back from these old guard dickheads who have been in control of things here for far too long. Instead of begging Listy to teach you the secret handshake, create a Facebook page using a dummy account and make your own Wordforge VIP lounge.

Me? Yeah, fine. They've all done as much poking around as they can and come up with precious little, so then Jamey and Flashy and $corp played fast and loose with whatever they could find out about my partner, with Tamar arguing that he was a "celebrity" (and, silly me, I'd mentioned him once or twice), so that was fine (not to mention the lulz). They're not going to have that opportunity with my children who, yes, are adults, but don't need to be drive-bys in the Pathetics' need to "get" me.

You're dating Tom Cruise?

I can't possibly imagine how you reached this conclusion.

As much as you love to portray yourself as a victim of stalking by obsessed internet personas, it's quite obvious you also crave the attention. If there were no sweaty Trekkies following you around at conventions trying to get you to ghostwrite their novel, well....that would mean you're really not all that important, huh? And you do *need* to be important, don't you? You like being pursued.

...you wouldn't still be harboring a grudge because I told you it didn't work that way. Did you ever take my advice and write it yourself? Are you still sweaty? You can get help for that, you know.

Riiiiiiiiiight.

There's no point in knocking your strawmen down. By all means, continue to peddle your narrative that your adult kids are in danger of being trolled by the "Pathetics."

Well, no, they aren't, because I've taken steps to prevent that.

But seriously, get help. You don't need to suffer anymore:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyperhidrosis

It seems to be very important to you that I be this fantasy figure you've dreamed up. You need me to need you in that way. To pursue you, beg you for help, depend on you to help me fulfill my dreams. And you get to decide my fate. Will you show benevolence and offer me a boon, or will you cruelly dismiss me as an unworthy suitor?

How it must disturb you that I don't offer validation in the ways you desperately need.

You're the one who keeps describing yourself as the sweaty Trekkie wannabe, and you've posted photos of me from several cons as if for verification.

So how's the manuscript coming along?

Of course you have. Naturally, you've taken all the appropriate precautions. Because you're that important. So very important. Important enough that when you arrive for conventions they bring you in through the back door with a towel over your head, when you sit for a panel you have to be positioned behind a screen and can only be viewed in darkened silhouette. Your rotating stable of personal assistants signs your name for autograph seekers in case somebody out there is analyzing your handwriting. And when it's time to leave three decoy limos are dispatched to create confusion.

Because you're that important.

Yep, got out ahead of you on that one. Must be frustrating for you.

So who are you stalking at cons these days?

No one's children have ever been trolled by anyone around here. T'Bonz is completely open and it's not hard to find her kids and no matter who she has pissed off it hasn't resulted in anyone bothering her family or even her in real life. It is actually an extremely rare and truly fucked up person who would really bother someone's family offline.

Not that I am trying to convince you of anything, just pointing it out.

Yes, the sweaty Trekkie wannabe, whose dreams are in your hands, whose life you can help give meaning. If only you can find it in your heart to gift this poor soul with a few precious minutes of your time. Just a few minutes. Can he bask in your glow? Please, show mercy on one so undeserving. He needs you.

Not true. Jeriko. First week. Then the El Chup/Mewa kerfuffle.

Extended family? Ted?

There are probably more people in the world who are wackaloon enough to stalk garamet than are on WF. I doubt she's protecting her information from more people than only us.

(Edited to make it say what I thought I originally said.)

Apparently. I gave you good advice and you clearly haven't followed it.

So how soon do you start "Flashlight Trolls garamet: Part 15"?

I've dealt with phone stalkers. Caller ID makes that passé so they smarm up the Internet instead.

I don't know about the Jeriko thing.

El Chup trolled Mewa about his kid, he did not contact his kid and troll her.

Yes...Ted is the only one that I know of that has actually done such a thing...hence the comment that it takes a special kind of mental issue to do something like that.

My comment was about the kids being trolled directly, not the parents being verbally trolled online. As far as I know, no children have been bothered directly by anyone.

And I was talking about someone scavenging info about the people who matter to me and either posting it here or trolling those people themselves on social media sites just to "get" me. You and Jamey and $corp and Flashy have made me aware of how common that can be.

Oh yes, the emptiness, the lack of purpose and meaning. I have pursued, but you have eluded. When you withhold your love, life loses its luster. Yet I must continue the pursuit, no matter the cost. You demand it. Your appetites.....insatiable.

Wow, you really hold a grudge. Look, it's clear that your fan fiction just wasn't that good. Time to move on.

So you're saying you're essentially Castle but without the booze. Can we expect an epic meltdown from you as well?

My Beloved cries out, but her needs......do I have the strength? I must save her from the cold embrace of Nothingness, the Void that threatens in the absence of attention. Yet I grow weary with the knowledge that my dedication provides but a temporary respite from the icy grip of irrelevance. Still, my Beloved needs me, so I toil.

This is the type of originality I'm talking about!

So which TNG character are you supposed to be? Not really clear from that excerpt. I still think you'd be better off writing this outside the Trek universe. Potential as a bodice-ripper, but you'd need a female pseudonym.

Try it out in the Workshop, though, and see how it plays.

So go do it, douchebag. Let's see how many folks you get to sign up.

Flashy's whole life is an epic meltdown.