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Evidence for Lord Commissar: Such an odious task. I've treated it like a school or university assignment that doesn't interest me. In other words, procrastinating and putting it off. Even in regards to Nick, whose actions have been remarked upon by a few people as being totally unacceptable (Chronic, if he tries it on again, I'll fetch the posts for you).

So if it was a scholastic assignment and it was due to be submitted today, I'd be failing, lol. Like I said, it's a shitty, boring task: going all the way back to january and working my way forwards, compiling threads and posts. I'm somewhat lazy, and not naturally vindictive, so it's very unappealing to me. Plus, once I'd settled into my Alt account, more than ever the motivation to do it fell away in the relative freedom of my new personage.

The Alt: Fierce Mild. There's your official confirmation. My intention was always to hide within plain sight. To achieve this was simple and there was a reasoning behind it. All I had to do was continue posting normally while not appearing as a fox and posting practically no fox content. The rationale behind this was that my detractors would suspect it was me, but wouldn't be able to follow me around harassing me as usual without being able to prove beyond a doubt that it was me (and no one could do that without breaking the rules). If they had it would have made obvious the depths of their obsession. They came close to doing it anyway, and LC dropped hints while trying to nudge the situation towards revealing me, but even he couldn't just out me without, as I said earlier, breaking the rules.

It all played out pretty much as I'd expected. Although it was so obvious that it was me, nobody went on the offensive until I'd posted an image of a fox. At that point Lemon found what he'd been searching for and tried to raise a witch-hunt, but all I had to do was play innocent and casually deny it. After that the haters were properly roused for a couple of days, following me around again and calling me Elegiac. Challenger made a thread, ect. Then they subsided to a low simmer when it became obvious that I wasn't going to out myself and give them the proper leverage to run the crusade full-scale again. Byrne carried on talking about me at every opportunity (real or contrived). Nick dropped comments here and there. As did Das. Lemon and Challenger were actually on their best behaviour. It was very impressive.

In closing: Now that I'm wearing my Elegiac suit again, there's bound to be a bit of trouble, but I hope that you can all remember how it's been with me on an alt over the past two weeks. Without the Elegiac name and the history attached to it, nobody tried to create reasons to be upset with me. My posts were taken as they are: easy-going, playful and down-to-earth. People who accuse me of being an arrogant shitposter are either hypocrites, or delusional. They support and enjoy shitposts made by others whom they like, and shitpost themselves. The accusations are without foundation, my posts and threads are far from being the worst on this forum. Before I posted a fox Lemon, Das and company even talked to me as they would to any other member, and treated me well. Although I couldn't quite stomach suddenly being found acceptable, it was also encouraging.

Finally, and most obviously, I've reflected on the role of the Fox within all this. Is my use of foxes for personal representation and expression the only thing that prevents me from being able to enjoy the forum without being harassed? Should I abandon the fox? I've decided that even if the answer to both of these questions is yes, I don't want to stop being my usual foxy self and dissolve into the general muddle of names and faces. I don't want to, and I shouldn't have to. If that is really all that's upsetting people, it's petty and moronic; and I won't yield to something so stupid. As I've said in the past: if foxes annoy you that much, you're not obliged to read my posts or be involved with them. If I can think of one concession that I'd make in order to encourage and assure this sensible mode of thought, it would be that I might spoiler the images from now on. Out of sight, out of mind, eh?

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