Funny story which I thought I should share. Recently (last night, actually), some basement troll started mass registering on SWAPD with usernames like @niggerfaggot, began sending SWAPD staff “kill yourself” messages (see screenshots below), and mentioned that he would DDoS us to hell! Well, he thought he was DDoSing us, but all he was doing is overloading our search queries. Either way, all this hate was prompted (he calls himself Thunder on his website) because SWAPD apparently spams Reddit. And while we do have people representing us on Reddit, we do not engage in any spam there whatsoever. We post genuine help advice to people who really need it.
I believe Mr.Thunder is so blinded by the injustice he faced as a kid (it’s a funny story, you can read it on his self loathing blog here), that he now believes he is on this earth to fight evil by calling people n*ggers, issuing death threats, and breaking the law by abusing network systems. On top of everything, his website violates so many international privacy laws that a few calls to his host would take him down permanently. But we won’t do that because we’re nice, we’re not spammers, we’ve existed since 2017 and generated $50 million in sales volume, not by being scammers, but by being professionals in our field.
I am posting this in Spotlight Discussions so the world sees the true face of that that website owner, because on it (we won’t link it, not giving him backlink juice) they’re already claiming that we are scammers and that THE WHOLE WORLD SHOULD AVOID SWAPD BECAUSE BATMAN (SORRY, @MRTHUNDER) SAID SO.
That website is something else, by the way. Around 20x staff members with all the time in the world, baiting scammers all day and posting about it. I wish I had that much time.
Either way, the internet doesn’t forget. If anyone is interested how internet Batman came to power, here is a copy:
A clip:
Picture this: the night before the incident that changed everything, I was warned by the very police who should protect and serve that I might be arrested for simply expressing my unique style in public. Clad in the outfit I so adore, I never imagined that my appearance would draw such unwarranted attention. “Why do they have an issue with it?” I pondered, struggling to grasp the unjust scrutiny.
Then, the night took a dark turn. Attacked by two intoxicated individuals, I found myself on the receiving end of their brutal aggression. Pinned to the ground, my mind raced through potential options – run for my phone, pretend to be unconscious, or use the pocket knife concealed beneath my hand. In the face of danger, I chose the second option, an act that would later thrust me into an unexpected battle for justice.
In short: He dressed up oddly (apparently), got beat up for it, reported it to the police but the police did nothing other than arrested him for carrying a concealed weapon (knife).
