She wakes up in the morning, makes herself a coffee and fires a bowl of weed that her brother bought because she has too much social anxiety to go outside. She comes to SC but doesn't log in as to make it seem like she doesn't care about SC or losing it anymore.
She sees Good posting updates and people praising him. Who does he think he is? Some sort of clever programmer? Fucking third world idiot. I am the only one who can code while the CIA watches me thru the window and my brother fondles my young tits at the same time.
How can the simpletons make fun of the moon queen and not take her lead again? The ungratefuls will be left behind on earth when she finishes her spaceship written in Node.JS
She patiently waits for a crack, a weakness in the bulgarian scheme, to seize control and become relevant and the internet queen again.
She sees that the site is dead, this is her chance, one shot, one opportunity. And she will become the fearful admin that bans people for clowning her and everyone sucks up to to get mod. She will be special and powerful again.
It's just a matter of time...
To be continued