The story when me and my ex-girlfriend tricked an internet creep into snorting baking soda.

This is my first post on this subreddit.

I really hope you agree that this is pro-revenge material and that you enjoy it.

It's a long ride, but I hope you'll find it worth the read.

First off, the backstory.

This took place in the early days of the interwebs, around the autumn of 1999, when HTML

coded chats became very popular. For you, youngans, these spaces would be considered a pinnacle of

free online speech today, as they were 100% unmoderated, and they didn't log any personal

data or that you registered an account. It was extremely basic to use as you just had to write

what your session screen name was and that was it. So anyone who wanted to be a creep, abusive or

toxic, could do this without any real life consequence, which led to a lot of unwanted contacts.

Their MO was basically to use the whisper function, aka old school DM, where you still

wrote in the group chat, but only the recipient could see it. Especially girls and young women

were targeted, and although these chats didn't support any images, it was pretty common to

exchange email addresses to keep in touch. So, lo and behold, the low pixel depict was received.

This meant that we users needed to figure out ways to self-moderate the chats. The most common way

to protect ourselves was to create online communities on a separate website, often using the

name of the particular chat room where you hanged out. Ours was named the Attic, for example.

As this was before the use of registration, a membership would be granted if you were active

and endorsed by another member.

We had member lists containing our nicknames, a bulletin where we warned about known creeps,

lists on how to behave, early neticat, and other ways to support each other.

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