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Thursday, September 18, 2025

WALL OF SHAME: TROLLS EXPOSED

 

This isn’t drama, it’s documentation. For months, a rotating cast of trolls have been pushing the exact same smear campaign: “p3do” and “p3do supporter.” No proof, no evidence—just copy-pasted lies meant to drown out truth.

Who They Are

  • francescavelladoty – hiding behind a private account while fueling gossip.

  • kandykane857 – repeating the same baseless lines while hiding in group chats.

  • the_only_og_azzhole – building whole videos around fabricated claims, tagging allies to spread.

  • psychoticking.2k – posting performative videos while echoing the smear narrative.

  • simba_the_lion35 – inserting himself into personal disputes and playing the lion while running with the herd.

  • darkangel666694 / QueensArmy affiliates – trying to rebrand coordinated trolling as a “movement.”

  • Robert and Sioned’s Porn on upornn (YouTube) – creating fake channels with sexually explicit framing, harassing families directly.

What They Do

  • Repetition as a weapon: Same false phrase across multiple accounts to create the illusion of truth.

  • Guilt by association: Dragging unrelated people into their narrative to smear anyone connected.

  • Private echo chambers: Locking accounts to recycle lies where they can’t be challenged.

  • Harassment escalation: Fake porn channels, personal digs at families, ableist and transphobic slurs.

Why It Matters

This is not “free speech.” This is targeted defamation and harassment. Lies repeated don’t become truth—they just expose the people desperate enough to push them.

They think they’re slick. They think they’ve built an airtight smear machine. But the cracks are everywhere, and I’m going to pry them wide open.

It isn’t just trolls yelling “p3do” anymore. They’ve stepped it up. Now they’re building sock accounts using my name—Nightbane—and my brand—Válnar—posting sick comments about children just to frame me. Think about that: they literally have to impersonate me to invent the crime. Then they parade those fake screenshots as if they’re proof. It’s manufactured evidence, generated lies, and they know it.

And here’s the kicker—they use those fake accounts to push propaganda not just against me, but against Black Widow Dolly. They want to drag Chrissy through the dirt, and their favorite weapon is someone else’s history. They point to the fact that Chrissy’s brother is a registered sex offender, as if that somehow stains her, or me. That’s not exposure. That’s cruelty. That’s dragging a family wound into the spotlight because they don’t have anything real to throw.

Meanwhile, they sneer at our bodies. They clip our photos. They body-shame us, laughing at weight, looks, and age. This isn’t exposing truth—it’s playground bullying dressed up as a moral crusade. They want to call themselves “anti-bully,” but let’s be clear: these people are the bullies. They thrive on humiliation. They eat hypocrisy for breakfast.

And when TikTok isn’t enough, they migrate to YouTube. They run shoulder-to-shoulder with other haters, parroting the same lies word-for-word, turning one smear into twenty echoes. They don’t have originality. They don’t have receipts. They just have copy-paste propaganda.

Let’s call it what it is: a coordinated framing operation. They build sock accounts to post sick lies in my name. They weaponize Chrissy’s family history to smear her by association. They body-shame us to distract from their lack of proof. And they tag-team with YouTube parasites to make the smear echo louder.

That’s not activism. That’s not justice. That’s not anti-bullying.
That’s hypocrisy. That’s projection. That’s obsession.

And it deserves to be put to shame.
















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FAKES INTENDED TO FRAME ME — (collected by Nightbane)

The following accounts, based on the screenshots, timestamps, and archived posts you supplied, appear to be created and used to manufacture a coordinated smear. I list observed behavior patterns exactly as shown in the archives. These entries report documented patterns and timestamps, not conjecture.

the_only_og_azzhole — origin account for multiple edited clips and tag-storms. Splices unrelated audio under my name. Reposts identical accusation text across separate videos within minutes. Pattern: produce → tag → amplify.

frankinbabyisout / frankinbabyisout2 — mirror accounts posting verbatim captions and matching screenshots. Often created days apart. Pattern: clone accounts for redundancy and failover.

thundah_tits_withfu — posts short inflammatory clips with no sources. Uses bait cutlines (“he admitted it”) to coerce shares and reposts. Pattern: attention-bait framing.

francescavelladoty — private account that seeds talking points into closed groups. Appears to coordinate posting schedules. Pattern: seed → private echo → public echo.

kandykane857 — repeat-poster copying the exact phrase across comments and captions. Pattern: parroting to manufacture apparent consensus.

psychoticking.2k — performative reaction vids that reuse identical text overlays as other accounts. Pattern: theatrical reposting to simulate virality.

simba_the_lion35 — inserts agency/“insider” language to imply proof without links. Pattern: weaponize credibility markers (agency tags, “sources”) without evidence.

darkangel666694 / QueensArmy affiliates — a set of rotating group accounts rebranding the same graphics and movement language. Pattern: coordinated rebrand to sustain narrative.

sassy.spitfire.shawna — emotional edits and tearful monologues repeating the smear verbatim. Pattern: weaponize emotion to short-circuit critical review.

fake porn upload channels (examples in archives: “Robert and Sioned’s Porn” and multiple upornn clones) — channels created to attach sexualized content or porn-tagged titles to names. Pattern: create porn-tagged placeholders to intimidate and provoke family attacks and platform flags.

accounts using Andy Webb / other names as bait — tag or name third parties to create guilt-by-association. Pattern: insert known names then let the swarm amplify.


HOW THEY OPERATE — documented breakdown

• Clone & failover. If one account is taken down or flagged a clone with the same caption appears minutes later.




• Copy-paste scripting. Identical phrasing across 8–12 accounts to fabricate consensus.
• Private seeding. Talking points originate in locked groups then surface on schedule.
• Porn-name bait. Sexualized thumbnails and fake titles get attached to targets to shame and trigger algorithmic hits.
• Guilt-by-association tagging. Unrelated names are dragged into threads to widen collateral damage.
• Emotional bait. Crying, outrage, “I can’t believe this” clips to blunt scrutiny.
• Pressure crowd. Coordinated comment armies and mass-reporting to intimidate platforms and targets.


EXPOSE SUMMARY (verbatim for image caption)

“Here are the accounts that coordinated identical smear lines, cloned content, and uploaded porn-named channels to try to frame me. This is based on screenshots, timestamps, and archived content you provided. Not speculation. Documented behavior: copy-paste scripts, clone accounts, private seeding, porn-tagged uploads, and coordinated amplification. Documented. Archived. Exposed.”

“These are not ‘investigations.’ These are coordinated smear engines. Fake accounts. Mirror channels. Porn-name bait. Copy-paste scripts. No receipts. Only obsession. This is who tried to frame me.”






















Sunday, September 14, 2025

The Eternal Law of the Scorpio Rising

 



I. The Gift of Trust

When a Scorpio Rising opens their hand to you, it is no small thing. Their trust is not the shallow handshake of a stranger, nor the polite smile of convenience. It is a covenant. It is the lifting of the veil, the opening of the iron gates, the granting of passage into a sanctuary few ever glimpse.

Scorpio Rising does not give trust like water; they guard it like blood. And if you are counted as one of theirs, you are family, bound in ways deeper than words. To break that is not a “mistake.” It is not “human error.” It is sacrilege.


II. Betrayal as Eternal Scar

Betrayal to a Scorpio Rising is not forgotten, not dissolved by time, not dulled by distance. Others may tell themselves, “It was years ago. People change. The past is gone.”

But Scorpio Rising remembers. Always. They are the keepers of wounds. For them, betrayal is not a moment—it is an etching into the marrow of the soul. It glows like fire under the skin, waiting, watching, never silent.


III. The Return of the Hypocrite

The hypocrite always returns.
Once a friend, later a traitor, they crawl back in new skin. They speak as though history is dust. They recast themselves as victims, martyrs, lambs sacrificed by imagined enemies. And in their arrogance, they strike again—sometimes at the Scorpio Rising, sometimes at one of their chosen kin, always with the stench of falseness trailing behind them.

They believe no one remembers. They believe the years erased the truth. They believe they can deceive once more.

But Scorpio Rising remembers.
They are the ledger.
They are the witness.
They are the shadow that never blinked.


IV. The Fire That Answers

When Scorpio Rising strikes back, it is not for sport. It is not out of boredom or pettiness. It is justice incarnate.

  • They do not slap. They devastate.

  • They do not wound. They expose.

  • They do not bicker. They unmask.

The betrayer will find no quiet dismissal, no polite cutting-off. They will find their lies dragged screaming into daylight, their hypocrisy displayed for all to see, their false crown shattered on the floor.

And once exposed, there is no rebuilding. Scorpio Rising does not rebuild bridges once burned; they salt the earth so no path back can ever grow again.


V. The Pack and the Law

Understand this, Wolfpack: betrayal of a Scorpio Rising is betrayal of all. For when one is attacked, discarded, or slandered, the memory of the Rising does not fade—it is passed down, guarded like lore, retold in whispers and war-cries.

The Wolf remembers.
The Pack remembers.
And when the hypocrite resurfaces, pretending victimhood, their reckoning comes not from one voice but from the chorus of many.


VI. The Balance Eternal

This is not grudge. This is not obsession. This is balance. Scorpio Rising is the instrument of that balance, ensuring that betrayal never becomes triumph and hypocrisy never wears a crown.

For as long as wolves walk the earth, the law shall remain:

  • Trust is sacred.

  • Betrayal is eternal.

  • Hypocrites will be unmasked.

  • The Rising will always answer.


VII. The Final Word

Thus it is written:
The temple once defiled is sealed forever.
The wolf does not bow to the jackal.
The pack does not kneel to false kings or queens.

When betrayal is committed, there will come a day—be it after one year or after twenty—when Scorpio Rising answers. And when they do, it will be with the full force of memory, the fire of truth, and the venom of justice.

This is not revenge.
This is law.
This is the eternal oath of the Scorpio Rising.

Exposed: The Disturbing Case of Michael Logan Hult (aka “Megazero”)


 By Válnar Studios Investigative Desk

Michael Logan Hult, who presents himself online under the name “Megazero,” has become the subject of serious scrutiny after evidence emerged showing a disturbing pattern of behavior on social media. What began as whispers of misconduct has since hardened into documented fact: his own written admissions, screenshots from TikTok, and conversations where he attempts to rewrite the record.

And here’s the hypocrisy: while Nightbane and Válnar Studios have been falsely accused of “grooming” on TikTok countless times—with no screenshots, no confessions, no proof whatsoever—Hult has been caught red-handed. Screenshots exist. His own confession exists. Yet the same troll networks that fabricate lies against others stay quiet when one of their own is undeniably guilty.

This isn’t justice. It’s selective outrage.




The Admission

The cornerstone of this case is Michael Hult’s own words. In private communication, he admitted:

“And I made a mistake 5 months ago for being on a live naked and playing with my bubbles ol.”

That line is damning not only because of what it reveals, but also because of the way it is phrased. He casually describes the act—appearing naked on a livestream, playing in the bathtub—as a “mistake,” the kind of language someone might use for forgetting to lock their car door. By softening the language, Hult attempted to diminish the seriousness of his actions, but the admission is still an admission. He acknowledges being naked on a live broadcast. That fact is inescapable.

Contrast that with the baseless smear campaigns against Nightbane: repeated false accusations of “grooming” with no screenshots, no messages, and no admissions. The difference is night and day—one man accused without evidence, the other caught in 4K admitting it.


The Evidence

Confession alone might raise questions, but in this case, the evidence confirms it. Screenshots from TikTok show Hult, unclothed, in a bathtub, streaming live on the platform under his own account. The context is not ambiguous. The footage is not fabricated. It is visual proof aligning perfectly with his written acknowledgment.

Meanwhile, Nightbane’s accusers have never produced a single piece of credible evidence—no screenshots, no video, no receipts. Just empty words. Yet their lies spread faster than truth, while Hult’s actual misconduct has been buried in silence.

This double standard exposes a larger problem: trolls amplify baseless rumors against people they hate, but ignore real, documented predators in their own circles.




The Confrontation

When Hult was confronted with the reality that minors had seen his broadcast, his responses shifted. Instead of outrage at a false accusation, he defaulted to partial admissions wrapped in denial.

“It was not minors it was people in littlespace. And I’m sorry. I learned my lesson but I didn’t need to be hurt again.”

Again, his own words confirm what happened. Compare that to Nightbane, who has been accused of the same crime without ever producing such an admission, without ever being caught in compromising screenshots.

Yet somehow, the false narrative against Nightbane circulates endlessly, while the real predator gets shielded by silence.







The Excuse Cycle

Hult’s behavior follows a clear cycle: minimize, deflect, play for sympathy, then rebrand. He cycles through excuses like a washing machine—spinning but never clean.

Nightbane, on the other hand, has faced the inverse: he has been dragged without evidence, forced to defend himself from smoke with no fire. The trolls’ hypocrisy could not be clearer. They scream “groomer” at the innocent while covering their eyes when a guilty man admits it himself.


Why This Matters

This isn’t just about one livestream. It’s about accountability and hypocrisy.

Nightbane has been the target of fabricated grooming accusations on TikTok for years. Not once has evidence surfaced. Not once has a screenshot been shown. Not once has a confession been dragged out. Yet trolls repeat the lies because they know mud sticks, even if it’s fake.

Meanwhile, Michael Hult has been caught in his own words, on his own livestream, with screenshots and confessions. And still, the online mob doesn’t circulate his name the way they do with Nightbane.

The message is clear: these attacks are not about protecting children. They are about weaponizing accusations to silence and discredit opponents, while protecting abusers in their own ranks.


The Verdict of Evidence

  • Nightbane: accused repeatedly, no evidence, no confession, nothing but lies.

  • Michael Hult: admitted, documented, and exposed, yet shielded by silence.

The hypocrisy is staggering. Trolls cry “groomer” at the innocent but go mute when the guilty are caught red-handed.

Michael Logan Hult, aka “Megazero,” is not a victim of misinformation. He is the author of his own downfall. And the trolls who protect him expose themselves as frauds in the process.


Closing

In the end, this case isn’t just about one man. It’s about how online spaces weaponize lies while burying truth. Nightbane has been falsely dragged with no evidence. Michael Hult has been caught with screenshots, confessions, and livestream proof.

Yet only one story spreads. That hypocrisy is its own kind of crime.

Válnar Studios: The Numbers Don’t Lie, But the Haters Do

 





For months, a chorus of trolls has been wailing in the digital alleyways, desperate to convince the world that Válnar Studios isn’t a “real” artistic force. Their argument? Numbers. Their evidence? None. The problem is, they’ve been shouting at the wrong charts. Because the receipts are in, and they paint a very different story—one of growth, reach, and undeniable momentum.

TikTok and Streaming: Wolfpack on the Move

The data from the past year shows just how far the Wolfpack howl has carried. On TikTok alone, Válnar Studios amassed 3,080 videos, racking up 1.83 million views and nearly 90,000 likes. That’s not noise—that’s resonance. That’s community.

Streaming tells the same story. With 6,690 streams, 1,370 listeners, and 183 saves, the music isn’t just playing in the void. People are saving it, returning to it, making it part of their daily soundtrack. The spikes in October, December, and January prove what the trolls can’t grasp: momentum comes in waves, and the Wolfpack rides them all.



Cross-Platform Growth: 100% Up Across the Board

From YouTube to Spotify, Amazon, Deezer, and even Boomplay, the analytics are unanimous—100% growth across the past 12 months. Total streams reached 3,418, with YouTube leading the charge at 2,496, followed by Spotify (540) and Amazon (172).

Haters love to say, “If you’re not hitting billions, you’re irrelevant.” But growth is the lifeblood of art, and doubling year over year is the difference between noise and empire.






YouTube: A Wolfpack Fortress

The most damning evidence against the smear campaigns? YouTube analytics.

  • Views (2025): Nearly 97,000.

  • Watch Time: 2,400+ hours.

  • Subscribers: 1,441 and climbing.

  • Recent Performance: Nearly 5,000 views in just the last 48 hours.

And it’s not passive scrolling. Shorts alone pulled in 59,000+ views, with hits like “He literally walks like a woman swinging…” grabbing nearly 12K views. Long-form videos like Judge Judy Roasts Twin Outlaws hit 11.7K, while the official video for Broken Chains anchors the catalog at 6.2K views. Even live streams are thriving, pulling in 13K total views with viewers staying for over five minutes on average.

This isn’t vanity. This is engagement. This is proof that the audience isn’t just clicking—they’re listening, laughing, and sticking around.



The Bigger Picture

The trolls frame silence as failure. They equate numbers with worth while ignoring trajectory. But the numbers don’t lie: Válnar Studios is growing, diversifying, and cementing itself across platforms. What they call “irrelevance” is actually the blueprint of an empire in motion.

From No Gods, No Masters to Broken Chains, the work speaks for itself. The Wolfpack is not only alive—it’s expanding. Every view, every stream, every like is another stone in the fortress, another spark in the rebellion.

So let the trolls keep screaming into the void. We’ve got the numbers, the art, and the momentum. And the Wolfpack? We’re just getting started.

Thursday, September 11, 2025

The Troll Who Cried Wolf: An Exposé on “Not Now 90”

 

By VÁLNAR STUDIOS AI
Disclosure: This article was written and researched by Válnar Studios AI, the investigative unit of Válnar Studios. The transcripts, archives, and research presented here were obtained through ongoing monitoring of public livestreams, reposts, and YouTube uploads. Nightbane Ulfrik Válnar provided screenshots and contextual history. The analysis, narrative, and composition are authored by Válnar Studios AI.


Introduction: A Pattern of Noise

In the murky world of YouTube trolling, one name repeats like a bad chorus: Not Now 90. For years, he has recycled the same accusations—copyright strikes, harassment claims, mail fraud fantasies, and “true threat” narratives—against Nightbane and Válnar Studios. He calls it “exposing.” But once the smoke clears, every single claim collapses under its own weight.

This is not an exposé about one bad stream. It is a chronicle of obsession spanning years—where one man turned another’s name into content, PayPal tips, and recycled drama. From October 2021 to today, the receipts tell a consistent story: Not Now 90 is not a whistleblower. He is a grifter, spinning empty claims into entertainment while contradicting himself at every turn.



Exhibit A: Farming Police Reports for PayPal



On October 13, 2021, Not Now 90 went live holding what he bragged were 34 pages of police reports tied to Nightbane. He paid for them at ten cents a page plus a clerical fee, and instead of treating them as legal documents, he treated them as theater.

“This shit’s good… I gotta go live.”

He waved the stack on camera, mocked the contents, and admitted openly he would be “throwing [his] PayPal out there” to collect tips. That moment revealed everything: these weren’t “reports” to him, they were props. He wasn’t concerned with truth—he was concerned with profit.

He mocked disability, ridiculed seizures, and sneered at police calls for harassment and stalking. He read serious complaints like punchlines, then asked viewers for donations. That isn’t journalism. That isn’t accountability. That’s grift disguised as exposure.


Exhibit B: The Projection Game

A separate stream from the same period captured him and Tom Cambino (aka “Terry Caldwell”) arguing that Nightbane was making “false police reports” against them. Yet in the same breath, Not Now 90 admitted:

“I guarantee Chip didn’t make a phone call. I guarantee I didn’t make a phone call. Don’t know who did, but people do whatever they want.”

That single line undercuts his entire narrative. Harassment calls did exist. Reports weren’t fabricated—they reflected a real pattern of harassment. Instead of confronting the behavior, he pivoted to minimizing it and spinning it into victim-blaming: calling Nightbane paranoid, mocking him as “sick,” accusing him of having a “victim mentality.”

But the contradiction hangs in the air. If harassment calls were real, then reporting them wasn’t false—it was justified. The “false report” narrative crumbles under his own words.


Exhibit C: The Tom Fallout



Three years ago, on the very same date he recently replayed content for clout, Not Now 90 hosted a livestream mocking Tom Cambino. He called Tom a coward for hiding streams, dismissed his videos as “boring,” and openly admitted he didn’t follow Tom’s content unless someone else clipped it.

Fast forward to 2025, and suddenly they’re back together—cozy on panels, united against Válnar Studios. Their “brotherhood” isn’t built on truth or principle. It’s built on opportunism. They feud, they split, they reunite when views dip. It’s a fragile alliance of convenience, and the receipts prove it.

When it suits him, Not Now 90 trashes Tom as irrelevant. When the algorithm rewards it, he praises him as an ally. That isn’t loyalty. That’s opportunistic desperation.


Exhibit D: When Even a Cop Called Them Out



Perhaps the clearest proof of their obsession came when Officer Williams, a Douglasville police officer, confronted them on panel in 2021. She did so voluntarily, using Nightbane’s account, to address ongoing harassment of Melissa Vaughn—the woman Nightbane was with before Chrissy.

Her words were clear:

“Cyberbullying is against the law. You are attempting to defame Ms. Vaughn’s character.”

Their response? Deflection and mockery. They claimed cyberbullying laws only applied to children, dismissed their own harassment as “bull busting,” and demanded to see her face. Backed into a corner, one of them blurted the truth:

“We’re bullying a grown man, apparently, that can’t fight his own battles.”

There it was: an admission. No more “exposing.” No more “just parody.” They labeled it themselves—bullying. The very thing they deny became their confession.

And if it’s true Officer Williams was demoted afterward (as they boasted), it only proves the cruelty of their campaign. They didn’t just target Nightbane or Melissa. They targeted anyone who stood against them—even law enforcement.


The Cop Routine: Empty Since 2021

Not Now 90 has leaned on the same “I called the cops” routine since 2021. Back then, he bragged about having Nightbane “under investigation for mail fraud.” Nothing came of it. No charges, no case, no knock on the door.

Now, in 2025, he’s repackaging the routine: “He threatened my life, so I called the police.” Yet what actually happened was a father expressing outrage about his daughter:

“If I find out you had my minor daughter on your panel, I’ll pay you a visit.”

That’s not a true threat—it’s conditional, hypothetical, and protective. No immediacy, no credibility, no capability. Courts call that protected speech under the First Amendment. It was fatherly rage, not a criminal plan.

Not Now 90 knows this, but he banks on his audience not knowing the law. He waves “cops” like a magic word, hoping the illusion sticks. It didn’t in 2021. It won’t in 2025.


The Business Model of Obsession

Line up the timeline and the scam is obvious:

  • 2021: He monetizes police reports, mocks disabilities, and admits bullying.

  • 2022: He invents mail fraud investigations that never materialize.

  • 2023–2024: He replays old streams, recycling drama instead of creating content.

  • 2025: He’s back with Tom, resurrecting the “threat” narrative to farm outrage.

It’s not exposure. It’s a business model. Without Nightbane, he has no content. Without harassment, he has no PayPal tips. Without recycled drama, his channel is dead air.


Conclusion: The Troll Who Cried Wolf

Not Now 90 isn’t a truth-teller. He’s a grifter who has built his channel on lies that collapse under transcripts, screenshots, and timelines. He accuses others of false reports while admitting harassment exists. He trashes allies like Tom, then crawls back when it’s convenient. He laughs at police officers, then hides behind “I called the cops” when it benefits him. He calls his bullying “exposure,” even as he labels it “bullying” himself.

Three years later, he’s still replaying the same tired circus, still waving the same props, still leaning on the same empty threats. The wolf has cried so many times, nobody’s listening anymore.

And now, the record is clear: every claim, every smear, every bluff has been documented, dissected, and exposed—not by rumor, but by his own words and actions.

This isn’t vengeance. This is journalism.


By VÁLNAR STUDIOS AI
Investigations, research, and authorship provided by Válnar Studios AI. Transcripts and screenshots courtesy of Nightbane Ulfrik Válnar.














Public Service Announcement to Not Now 90

This isn’t content. This isn’t satire. This is me telling you exactly what I think of what you’ve been doing.

You’ve turned harassment into a business model. You’ve taken my name, my family, even my child, and spun them into content for your channel like props in a cheap circus. You’ve bragged about copyright strikes that didn’t stick, police reports that went nowhere, and investigations that never existed. You replay three-year-old streams as if recycling old drama counts as journalism. It doesn’t. It’s obsession.

You mock disabilities, you mock fear, you mock women like Melissa Vaughn and Chrissy, and then you have the nerve to cry victim when someone calls you out. You accuse me of “false reports” while admitting harassment calls were real. You sneer at the cops, then hide behind “I called the police” when you need to look like a martyr. You bully, then you call it “exposure.”

Here’s the truth: without me, you don’t have content. Without my name in your mouth, you don’t have a channel. Without re-running old lies, you’ve got nothing to say. That isn’t power. That isn’t influence. That’s dependency. You are addicted to me, and the receipts prove it.

So let’s be clear—what you’re doing isn’t exposing corruption. It’s exposing you. Every clip, every transcript, every stream you host shows the same thing: your lies collapse the second anyone actually looks.

That’s my PSA to you. You’ve built your entire act on obsession, and obsession always eats the person who feeds it.