Sylvanna Devlin

“I am to be excluded from all games, you may not play me as me, or directed at me under any of my names.”

As in me, Sylvanna Devlin and the other names provided on this blog.

Which option?

Set the game

Reset the game

Play over game

End programs

Shut down.

https://www.reddit.com/r/heroesofthestorm/comments/1dzw4ah/the_trollbot_problem_and_types_of_trolls/

Maybe?

Counter bots are likely, depending on name and potentially type.

This might be a good start

Be careful of trying names

With me the final stage is always

“Gaslight to death” or Oblivion

Idk

Please do not answer any questions about yourself to a “voice” again.

They will even dig through and interpret silence.

It might be worse if they are incorrect.

Don’t correct them on misinformation with the correct answer.

Do something I fucking struggle with before your psyche becomes a phishing pool.

You’re so much more intelligent than everyone else? Play games of “try not to talk about it”

See which one really can avoid growing bored and muttering

Be careful when “we have gotten to a good start” comes up.

I’m still debating examining every angle of that, as use of a new team/day/round doesn’t seem to always occur

The words to move one were

“bull”,

“Geronimo”

“Overruled”

“Yaytze”

“That’s the problem”

“Are you fucking serious”

“you have to be fucking kidding me”

To retarget is “that’s against the rules….”

The AI names are

Claire

Ryan

Rose

Tic Tac Toe

Asmodeeus

The top player was disqualified for breaking the system too many times. Putting the system in checkmate too many times – and despite her suicide – she survived gaslight to death and oblivion too many times as well as resisted torture with only one failing and, she always shared what she knew, conditioning, interruptions to personal events (I do not belong to you), and her names used are Sylver, Sylvanna, Sylvanna Devlin, Sweetheart, Honey, and Melissa Devlin

She is most known for the number of times she stated “leave me alone” in one sitting and the gaslighting of her very word using psychological tricks, and autofill after she scuppered use of any elements of her style by the opponent systems

The internal wiki on her was written by one of the Ryans, the FBI were also known as “The Ryans” the NSA had the moniker Andrew. The original cybersecurity nightmare gone digital thief, known as Nigel, Died in May 2025. The “gaslighter” whose voice was used for “Simon Says” has gone missing but was also known as Ryan. Having harsssment/gaslighting teams first began at a shelter in Portland, after someone at that shelter reported teams had been used on her.

Other teams existed but were not dedicated in the same form.

As far as gaslighting goes:

Rana, Michael, Jason, were all names of “love interests.

Rana: The Indian neuroscientist/ the NSA boss, the estranged husband, the terrorist boss, the singer and actor, (Rana) and under the feminine Rana (so?) the “prince of Persia, the “boss” of ladies of ill repute and I’m not sure if she was supposed to be the lesbian slave sex slave owner, both names were used by a man and a woman’s voice as an “owner” Rana was also a spiritual leader and sometimes they presented to be the actual president of India. I doubt they were Rana in real estate but the number of times a Motel 6 turned interesting I do wonder if I was being led to that idea.

He was also discussed as the first victim, the husband to Claire, as having a heart attack or a vision of me as Bodhvista – and then a heart attack.

The Feminine version was also supposed to be a cult leader of a cult of cults and I believe mistaken for the individual in the picture of a crowded open center.

She wanted to use my writing and to run a bunch of sub cults.

And one of the those was shot

Michael the very much adult assassin/singer/other singer/hacker/stalker had made unusual involvement as he was confused by a kid in the neighborhood and it got gross.

Jason deputy/terrorist/neighbor/neighbors/older brother/he of “the voice”

Enemies were:

Joshua, Claudia, Andrew, any of the AI names or “love interests”

The gaslighting included

She’s a fighter, she’s ex CIA, she must be some sleeping terrorist, she’s a washed up actress, bodhevista, (word I won’t use)

And the only reference to my writing was as the victim of savage thievery.

As for more recognizable attacks

The simple insult was mostly “Stupid bitch” as attempts to convince me to they wanted a “whore” were insulting but more involved.

The other insults they sank to were along the lines of threatening:hurting my cat, lying and saying I was a monster of specific kind and they “had proof” whether the video of someone else, the photos of a fairly plain woman (also someone else), or icky pictures with weird photoshops and someone else in them; the lows they sank to were disgusting.

They insisted it would end if I went to the hospital, if they harassed me, if I became “a vegetable”, suicidal, catatonicly depressed but from cognitive loss rather than park in a corner problematic. If I was living in filth. And it would “be on hold” as long as I was unable to function.

Someone else has to count the number, type and location of related reports

And

The computers gave one hint, “you have the right to remain silent, anything you say can be used against you”

Data that I didn’t worry over when I was younger, these days aides a personalized trollbot and that can lead to radicalization by force.

We’re not just worried about phishing anymore .

There’s a benefit to my earlier inexperience however. I had nothing to hide thus nothing to worry about when I needed trust quickly and shared my actual full digital signature going back to what was rescued from the pre-x Mac plus going forward

The problem I encountered was that offended some who had to shit on everything I was online. Chat boards, social media, emails, text messages writing and other works.

While creating a fake me seemed like a breeze. The real me was so incredibly flattened I should be dead.

This is not some “An AI using my data wants to replace me” while interesting science fiction. The thought was to ruin my digital signature so I could never again have such quick trust.

Not content that I could never be a witness as a Bipolar individual they had to trash my reputation and make everyone (myself included) someone who can’t take the witness stand.

Or is there perhaps more of their technology and techniques they are afraid I could know, And killing me was somehow more unpalatable then driving me to suicide.

Some preferring those “not as harshly punished” Crimes of cyber terrorism that are previewed as more easily ignored or lightly punished.

Crimes performed by cybercrime mercenaries.

It had to happen so suppose. Not that I’m happy about it. But trollbots kill, wikis sell, “behavior modification” gets radicals, character assassination buries witnesses, audio can be used as Weapon of. Mass destruction by infecting trucks and planes, digital strategic offense and defense that goes beyond general hacking – Though thanks to access to that GUI,? That too. The creation of unwilling internet based neighborhoods that was probably only experimental when cults formed. And torture might get information out of anyone else.

But it turns out,

Not me.

Shit on me as they will, everything they offer of services has been used to find out what I knew of services they offer.

As noted before.

And has also been been observed.

Don’t answer questions unless it’s to confuse them with your own (like how was the Pythagorean theorem first observed?)

Don’t play games with it.

Don’t try to trade offensive targets.

If you can do a better job of refusing to talk out loud it’s best when they’re active.

And if psychiatrists do accept the new reality we live in, do see if they can fucking help you with anything other than migraines and anxiety. They could label it a unique form of PTSD so they can prescribe off label uses.

Meanwhile befriend your local audio engineer with a frequency generator of her own. Real counter sound might just relieve that new headache.

And watch out for what’s coming

PS

If the dust settles and your body relaxes some view that as the opportunity to “deal a finishing blow”

If it works?

You didn’t really relax like you could.

Like now I do know through physical relaxation how Buddhism can help one cope. I mean… some people have other ways and I mostly have aromatherapy and meditation.

But none of the above are currently involved.

I am plain out of fucks to give.

Everything is now someone else’s problem and not mine.

I suspect this week of thanksgiving to be the climatic point of ever increasing troll bot orientated abuse.

Hooks in place via technology and technique; some may already want to be left alone, the holiday less desirable due to psychological exhaustion. Cognitive, emotional, maybe even spiritual! (Or at least the perception of)

We will all hear a different set, based on deep wiki development. So “reality checking” doesn’t go well. Everyone hears voices “now”. But with a likely variety of 70 AI generated Individuals- no one agrees who the asshole. is.

I’m not sure who would escape, frankly. I have pattern recognition alone right now. And they are drafting a new formula for abuse based on Geometry, Statistics, set theory. And the types of subsets I’d also like to pursue. Which suits my identity thief just fine. But I would have work to do to unravel it!

PS

I’m not a Doctor, Psychologist, psychiatrist, or nurse practitioner.

This is an observation.

I don’t know if it what is helping. But I suspect I know.

Because if it’s not Guanfacine for my ADHD and Risperdal for my Biplor I? It’s both.

Troll bot attacks may increase blood pressure. True (my ADHD med is also for that). But this is a layman’s theory. No research

An observation of the combination a psychiatrist maybe interested in evaluating- maybe one at a university?

But the circumstances are so dire it would need to me – considered an emergency.

I used to hate both medication. But my blood pressure went through the roof so it seemed safe enough to try Guanfacine again because my ADHD was scuppering the little functional time I had!

Risoeradol… oh Risperadol was 100% effective at temporary squashes of psychoses but left trying to think akin to sorting iron filing through steel wool!

But so is the severe cognitive abuse and brain torture used by the Troll-Bot.

But I had a glitch at getting my meds and needed an emergency stopgap. I had to take it.

And I’m thinking of suggesting switching. Oh good grief is it helping now! (Which means assholes will be assholes)

I used to do what I could to think around that med. And deal with dizziness from the other.

But in the stressful state of acute psychological attack my blood pressure was insane and dangerous and while I could function after Guanfacine, it was oddly risperdol that rescued cognition.

Now that’s just my experience. But I really think we can address the Troll Bot attacks with some combination. Because handling a headache does fuck all.

But this type of abuse creates an echo of psychosis that lingers. It could be possible whatever it does to sort your head out under the effects of symptoms also works on their bullshit.

I have boring theories about synapses I’ll skip. But the mere Idea we can address this with medication is one I’d like to suggest.

There are other resolutions we need that are more practical.

But honesty? Risperdol fog kept me alive today. So weirdly I need it. The cotton wool it wraps between you and reality normally is crushing. But it was convenient yesterday and today!.

Once there was a terrorist who wanted my identity

And tried all she could to bury me

Sex traffickers, Stalkers, professional harassment and gaslighting

But try as she might I a was a tad frustrating

Every weapon and tactic tried out on me

There was no way to persuade her to let me be.

Finances being as they are

Eventually she stopped unwilling to spend more.

But an armchair vigilante was after secrets to know

And after I nearly died she dealt one powerful blow.

Accused of terrorism she crafted a rumor

Lies and gaslighting to hide her torture

Oh what strange things we already believed.

But she found fibs likely to kill and make everyone relived

Over an innocent target pushed several times over.

To the brink of suicide with betting pools as cover.

You can not claw a reputation into pieces.

Build a narrative that even involved feces

Grim and raw, horrific and the making of paranoia.

It was barely noticed by some as I already had agoraphobia.

I have never assaulted or groomed a child

But word spread with a grapevine gone wild.

Lies and gossip, hurtful abuse and sniping.

Lined blurred I alluded someone even had trouble wiping.

I didn’t know AI from asshole to another victim

And we were back rumor I hurt children

Further through the neighborhood and online.

But it was thought I constantly whine

One who molests does not make such a digital racket

I am no monster but hope to kick the bucket

Rather live another day with that accusation

Because what I knew was not fit for conversation.

Too bad she used the arsenal on me

Everything revealed because she couldn’t let me be.

You stupid assholes.

I’m tired of your minor sometimes near insignificant instructions.

You are part of the reason I’m suicidal

Again

Don’t like that?

Don’t do it or don’t talk to me.

You all seem to think I need it because I’m not like you. Like somehow you need to “correct me” like a broken robot.

I’ve waited out the cumulative bullshit and all it’s done is mean some people watch everything I do and still don’t understand me.

You’re not going to stamp out my individually, creativity, intellect and identity.

And stop using an AI based on my writing and making “suggestions” saying an AI wrote it you slimy, insignificant bastards.

I don’t need an AI to write.

And I don’t need your micromanaging, microcritisms, and commentary.

Shut the fuck up.

If I am upset and disruptive?

I know. And I don’t like it.

But there’s always a trigger involved.

And I have to settle my shit down on my own.

But I can’t calm down with every fucker in the universe telling me what to do. You’re not helping you’re stirring the pot.

And since that would piss anyone off I get angry.

And anger makes me suicidal for reasons that are none of your fucking business.

But I do think you’re trying to kill me. Because either you can’t grasp the idea I need to be left alone and can’t help yourself? Or you’re trying to make me commit suicide.

It’s not on the victim to never be angry. It’s on the obnoxious bully without the ability and self control not to bait and stir.

Control your tongue assholes, you can’t piss someone off then get upset they’re angry.

Like seriously,

Also.

I don’t obey anyone.

I respect actual authority

I follow rules

I listen to polite requests

And some rude ones.

And I might agree with reasonable suggestions.

But I’m not your marionette, we are not in a relationship. I don’t know you. Who the fuck are you to harass me?

Is this really entertaining for you.

You sick bastards.

For some reason you have studied every detail of me – which is creepy.

Yet (again) don’t understand a fucking thing about me.

You don’t like that. It’s uncomfy. And you can’t just leave me the fuck alone.

I’d like to go back to my own thoughts and what’s between the ears. You have no idea what’s going on there. No one – now Oregon killed my sister with an invasion of her privacy – has any remote clue of what is happening in my internal world.

If you are scared of an internal world and think it means I’ve lost touch with reality for just sitting and thinking?

I fucking worry about you.

Leave me alone to study mathematics above your level of understanding. Sort my health out. Sort my head out. Plan my writing. And sometimes just sit and think.

If I need help? I’ll ask. Thanks.

PS

I am sometimes using my imagination to immerse myself in thought and the world of fiction.

Because I write fiction and need to do so to work.

I know reality. Thanks how about you don’t comment and bitch just because you don’t understand.

Are you that incapable of imaginative thought?

To the point you fear it?

And have to harass and bitch at me, even when I’m sitting quietly.

P.P.S

When the brain is tortured it loses the ability to fully process signals in the body.

Withdrawing prolonged invasive brain assaults can cause fidgeting and a sudden awareness of the body. Which with fibromyalgia is a tad painful.

You might also have psychological signs like “where has the demon gone?”

It. Is. Not. An. Invitation. To. Return. To. Physically. Torturing. Someone’s. Brain.

It’s best to go through some changes in brainwave activity.

And if I have to explain why?

There is something wrong with you.

P.P.P.S

As yet another addendum.

Every time I’ve started to recover from the previous asshole there’s been a new asshole I foolishly got involved with – not expecting assholery by default.

Now I want to fix my teeth (that aren’t green smile worthy but problematic); Get contacts; lose weight; take care of surface details like feet, nails and hair. And fucking meditate again.

There may indeed be people who are not assholes, and interested or just observant and respectful. Who want to give me that space!

Leave them alone too!

Finally?

Yes. It is according to a spirit that the trollbot and lethal nanny bot were stolen by them. And subsequently taken while they were dying in the. Hospital.

If you want to know what the shit storm this morning was about.

You assholes are going to kill me with most monstrous lie one could imagine

You twisted, sick, horrendous fuckwits.

You want the blood of an innocent death?

You’ll get it if you keep pushing.

I want to kill myself because of you.

And you are stupid enough to want it too:

Based on rumors, and lies, sadistic gossip and a smear campaign that is crushing me.

I have done no wrong

But that’s not the same for you.

Place your bets

Because it’s a sure thing you’re trying to kill me.