Sylvanna Devlin

I tried describing this before to some avail but not enough.

They hook your interest with a lie, a curious narrative about someone you know. Then the lies shift and change. You might reply and they change and adapt. But after about two hours you don’t know anything anymore. Who is accused of what (unless egregious) And then, what was the defense. Who argued what. What was the truth (none of it)

Some they finally draw out until, just kidding, that’s not real but this story is, until oh wait no it’s this one with elements to the first, hang on that’s not true either but the first and one before had this part in it and really it was…

Twenty-four hour of this, with enough background sound to overload all senses with such cognitive abuse you can’t move, feed yourself, drink water, and end up drooling is one possibility.

Suicide is another.

You just want reality again and don’t know how to get it back.

That doesn’t work they try for longer narratives but the same idea for 72 hours.

That doesn’t work they go on an ever changing but semi consistent long whiz over 92 hours until suddenly “wait none of that is true”

You can say you won’t believe anything you hear from some unknown source.

But you will.

Until you don’t know what to believe anymore.

Another addendum?

It may be a loved one. It may be someone crafted to have fame for a few blown up events that while important are said to have prevented worldwide collapse. And those acts could have impacted quite a few. But suspiciously happened around the same problem solver each time.

This is there end game. I’m marginally famous for no other reason than marginal fame. But I’m argued about constantly so I’m in everyone’s mind when “the juicey bits come out”

I’m your favorite scapegoat, punching bag, and angel of mercy

And we all, myself included, have been played. But what choice did I have but to diagnose problems?

Guess that will be argued about next.

Be careful of who and what you disagree on endlessly. Reality abuse and being gaslighted to oblivion are round the corner