Introduction: Loud, Wrong, and Obsessed
Every digital empire attracts its enemies, but few sink as low as the trolls orbiting Mike Consani, better known online as MotorCityMadMan. His livestream chats have devolved into sideshows of doxxing attempts, creepy confessions, and outright impersonation. What we witnessed wasn’t strategy—it was desperation.
This exposé documents the highlights (and lowlights) of their antics, revealing not power, but pathetic obsession.
MotorCityMadMan: The Human Oops Button
Mike’s threats are sloppy and incoherent. He leaks addresses like a bingo caller: “31639… oops.” He boasts: “I got your addys too… shits gonna happen.” Yet nothing ever happens, aside from his grammar collapsing mid-sentence. Even under pressure, his rants dissolve into nonsense: “sissy boy… papa… rainbow.”
Rather than intimidation, these meltdowns read like a Craigslist personals ad.
The Bodaki: Echo Chamber with Brain Rot
Where Mike stumbles, The Bodaki parrots. “Maybe it’s 403 morons!” “The police won’t do a thing.” His role is clear—repeat the nonsense until it sounds like gospel. But repetition doesn’t create legitimacy; it only exposes how shallow the crew really is.
Pookie: When Creepy Becomes Criminal
The most disturbing voice is Pookie, whose comments crossed from trolling into self-incrimination. “Ask Terry how he feels about Rat Rod telling Terry’s daughter he can call him dada. It’s ok because I’m a dirty old hag 🤗😘.”
Even other trolls recoiled. When your own peers call you “too weird,” you’ve hit a level of disgrace that transcends trolling and enters criminal territory.
Hammy: The Rainbow Parrot
Hammy’s entire input was screaming “RAINBOW!” repeatedly. That’s it. No arguments, no threats, just random bursts like a parrot on bath salts. His presence underscores the absurdity of the group—they mistake noise for power.
QueenBish Maxine: Google Maps Karen
Her big reveal? “402 Bullock, Nashville, GA.” A copy-paste job from Whitepages. Not intimidation, not research, just public information passed off as “intel.”
Dirt Guy: The Cowardly Bystander
Forever backpedaling: “I never threatened anyone, show me proof!” Yet sits in a cesspool of threats, doxxes, and abuse. His denials carry no weight—silence and presence are complicity.
The Fake Valnar Studios: A Pathetic Impersonation
Most telling of all was the appearance of a fake Valnar Studios account. This poser even typed: “my address is not 402 morons,” parroting lines used by the real Valnar.
This wasn’t trolling. It was obsession. So fixated on my name, my brand, and my presence, they resorted to impersonation. But imitation doesn’t equal legitimacy. You can’t manufacture the wolf. You can’t steal the scars. You can’t fake the fire.
Conclusion: Clowns Without a Circus
What do we see when we pull back the curtain? A broken cast of characters:
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Mike “Oops” Consani: Captain Typo.
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Bodaki: Math Moron.
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Pookie: Pedo Hag.
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Hammy: Rainbow Parrot.
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Maxine: GPS Karen.
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Dirt Guy: Bystander Coward.
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Fake Valnar Studios: Identity-Thief Poser.
This wasn’t trolling. This was a telethon for brain damage, a sideshow of obsession and humiliation. Their greatest weapon isn’t fear—it’s exposing themselves as fools.
And the fake Valnar? That was the saddest clown of them all. Imagine dedicating your life to pretending to be someone else… and still failing.
Valnar Studios: Accept no cheap imitations.