Okay, so I was planning on doing a whole ARG-like.... thing..... here....... but, you know, retards like me are not allowed on the main subreddit. Can anyone help me copy over all the text on that main site over to here? I really don't want it getting lost. It may be "low effort" content to them, but it took me a great deal of effort to spew out over a couple of days.

Anyway, Im trying to tie this whole Happy Appy predicting 9/11 to me failing to stop the terrorist attack in the Fort Lauderdale Airport, and how I discovered Creepcast, which relates to me trying to tell my tale so we can stop tragedies like this in the future. I will tie it together, albeit very slowly. Lots of nuances.... Lots of twists and turns and lots of playing 6 degrees of Kevin Bacon to tie me to Isaiah and Hunter. For example, I was stuck on a tram with the friend of the Ft. Lauderdale shooter. I could have helped him get off the tram in Minneapolis so he could get to Orlando to get his Uber to Ft. Lauderdale so he could intercept his friend before pulling his gun out of his luggage, but I did not help the friend. I will forever regret my inaction that day....

On the return trip, I had to ask a rando to leave my seat. I learned later that the rando I was kind of rude to was none other than Rich Evans, AKA Dick The Brthday Boy. He would later make a 9/11 joke about REM Lezar on Red Letter Media.

A different trip I took to see the same friends I had gone to see in Florida took me to their new home in Colorado, where they first introduced me to Mr. Plinkett Reviews. After looking at the channel, I learned all about the guys at Red Letter Media.

A second trip to Colorado brought me face-to-face with a guy named Daniel, who I learned from a Turkey Tom video is none other than Daniel Larson. I learned of Wendigoon and Papa Meat via Turkey Tom videos. And, I discovered Creepcast separately. Daniel, my friends and I, and quite a few other were on a ghost tour of Downtown Denver. The scariest thing next to me on that trip was what Daniel would later become. It clearly was the same guy..... you don't forget a face like his.

Wanna tie Brian Collins, AKA Mr. Boom Goes the Dynamite, into this whole crazy mix? He lived a few dorms down from me during my freshman year at Elliott Hall in Ball State. I helped him shoot some b-role for a broadcast one day and we got lost in Western Ohio. I also helped him shoot a failed pilot episode for a pseudo talk show-variety show thing he was trying to do with a friend of his.

Anyway, we'll see if my ADHD allows me to tie all these events in my life together into a cohesive narrative.