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!.
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.
Omfg
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.
Tabitha is fed up too
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.
One would think, if you are to treat people with such disregard. A bet is better set on the living.
Maybe there are even rules you can’t bet on the suicidal.
A person needs be successful to have anything worth a gamble.
Unless it would be highly likely, the individual was talented and skilled enough without interference. No one would bet against a sure thing.
Which suggests categories and charts, not events alone. Maybe major ones like marriage and divorce. But otherwise like coins in a glass.
So one might consider it foolish to keep me suicidal – no betting on who kicks a person over the edge.
But one could bet he could make a healthy enough person suicidal and hope it doesn’t result in manslaughter.
I start to get better fairly soon after harassment stops. You could begin to predict it. Tie in elements needed..
But you could then bet the speed you can make me suicidal.
And, let me recover enough between that and another attempt.
There’s no grand cause now. If it wasn’t just gaslighting before. Some truth enough. But most crime too difficult to levy more than a stab at it.
Sex traffickers would be noticed and caught. So unless it looks easy for a while – and it did. There is other low picking fruit.
Drugs? Can’t get me hooked
Prostitution? Let’s pause on that.
That’s been the excuse. A cash cow to blunt my mind enough to be slightly willing. But the cost of attempts is getting so high I suspect there’s a gambler in the building and an employee down the hall.
I get better? Dollar signs.
Worse? Different dollar signs. Particularly if the bet is on himself to drive you there.
That way he can worn out of “bets are off” when most think driving me deep into depression wouldn’t be as reliable as it is with some asshole using reactive abuse.
Ahhh PTSD
He noticed anger makes me feel suicidal more quickly than anything else. Rage tips into the desire for death as soon as it’s felt.
He bets he can, then prods a few buttons, I become dangerously close to an attempt- more so each time. Then guesses how long it takes me to recover this time.
He says it ends in the hospital. No cashing in if I just should.
It would just be a gamble to see how fast I recover this time. So wouldn’t be so long he couldn’t just repeat so I yo yo out of depression to euthamia in a dangerous arc.
If I could climb further out the stakes would no doubt be higher for both. But take far too long for a quick bet.
Sadly we need laws passed to prevent the kind of prediction market leveled at me.
I do have a constitutional right to privacy as part of the bill of rights.
But the wealthy squirm out – it’s not their technology.
Hacking is pretty illegal, a GUI doesn’t change that.
Again wriggled out of the sight of the law – they’re not the ones hacking. Just benefitting.
Some lay in wait. Hacking in to phones and websites. Key loggers on hand. Viruses at the ready. Even AI geared to the ruin of work.
Extortion then follows some. But the rest just bet on if it works.
Stalking – illegal, dangerous. But same excuse if they’re just watching the outcome.
Cyberstalking might be separate. I’m not sure. The story would be more involved than a few Facebook posts and more along the line of hacking Amazon to watch me shop. Technically you’re not stealing. But it’s still invasive.
That constitutional right is looking more important.
Copyright law? They’re not technically making money.
Impugning someone’s character? Good luck doing anything about that in America
Slander is the same, and courts only care if the person is already successful. Not if it’s being prevented. If you could even present a case.
Racketeering?
Well the bastards likely argue they don’t specifically organize results. But you could make a case for it.
Particularly if you add sex trafficking, prostitution, drugs, and manslaughter into it.
Some not content to watch. Manipulating the outcome.
All invading my privacy.
Really we need new laws about callus, jaded activity responsible for other crimes – just to manipulate a bet or not.
We can also tie in the constitution. It’s not there just to wrangle the government.
I did wonder how this series of unlikely events kept happening to me.
I mean?
Oh that’s Sylvanna Devlin again? Yeah right.
Did she really escape a cult?
Did that make her weird?
No one has this shit happen so frequently and so close together.
Last year, as my period surprised me, I heard commentary I was a biological woman. Blood was dripping down my leg, it wasn’t the first I’d heard of those confirming what they knew.
“Yay Sylvanna!”
I got the distinct impression of a private sports bar. Bets being exchanged as those who swore I was trans had to pay up.
Of course if you can manipulate a situation into existence then you can cash in when you can correctly predict the outcome.
If true, most pools would end up “stacking the cards” but some would try to force a reaction. Probably slightly against their rules.
Did you bet if I could orgasm under duress and when it looked likely I would go tantric? What would happen? Would I really lose control? What then?
“I do not belong to you.”
Crap while true you weren’t expecting that. And my body deciding it was close enough.
Do you watch endlessly? Occasionally using a psychological firing squad?
What are the stupid odds that of all people to move in next door, it’s a certain persons playmate as a child? The severe lifelong jealousy and resentment.
“Glass Swan” was alluring and his attention potent. I ran and apparently he chased in secret. Cyber stalking me to a level of scrutiny you can’t legally get.
You can guess my opinion on why my head hurts right now. Does she really have access to torture anyone? Or did he place such deep hooks in to my system alone and the rest is just gaslighting?
It’s gone beyond, “what will she believe next” or “What will she do?”
It’s no longer as fun to see if you can predict my temper. My ideas, my reactions, what I’m capable of.
Unless you can manipulate it.
And my personal luck was always a little weird.
The wiki you have? Writing it aside, Glass Swan gained access. It must make interesting reading to one who is interested in changeable women, who revert back once in a while – or only slightly and now things are similar but different.
I’ve had to reach “super hero” experiences to survive. Learn quickly. Use my body to its limits. Get decent at escape driving – then good.
Who is she? Who lied? What can you make happen?
I mean, really? I end up in the room next to her? Well she moved in while I was recovering from a suicide attempt.
I mean. Did you bet against me pulling through? I bet some did. And those that knew the odds that I could not only live, but wake? Did you cash in?
Certainly the surgeon worked hard with a quick and ready team. I’m not doubting he was dedicated to trying a new method that was only recently theory. And some would be nasty and say I was just an impoverished woman to experiment on?
Yuck.
That I was “the real Sylvanna” and someone – maybe he, yelled “No!
I personally don’t doubt his compassion and commitment. I was dying if he didn’t try and he didn’t look or care who. A surgeon of his caliber would be unlikely to find at a more expensive hospital.
He cared. And he was curious. And I don’t know why but community hospitals attract highly skilled surgeons.
Can you torture him, a world class surgeon, into blurting why he was there? Was he really on his way to try the surgery? Or do you bet on how many you can make believe your version of events.
I hope you value his brain enough that after experimenting on me you at least leave him alone.
Do you even value people? Or do you think that’s money when you establish “worth” in the most disgusting, capitalist perception of people and society?
I won’t waste my words trying to persuade you to see beauty in life, in being part of a persons life rather than spend a government sized budget, scrutinizing and watching events unfold?
I will ask you to sod off.
But I think it will take shutting you down before I can just write my own work.
Can she recover this time?
You callus, shitty, worthless, capitalist scum that has wealth and time but no other talents.
Sylvanna Devlin 