My father served honorably as Prof Gilzot on aim for a number of years before being replaced by a newer more efficient model.
Months went by, and he just couldn't handle it. He went from being the guy that everyone wants to talk to, and IM with meaningless trivia questions and facts from across the lands. He just couldn't cope....one bright and sunny day, he grabbed that bottle of jack, and started reposting everything he saw....he was out of control, he just couldn't stop himself....he would wake up in cold sweats (on the rare occasion that he was actually able to sleep) screaming about original content....until one day, he fucking snapped and fucked me in the ass so hard he went into cardiac arrest. I was crying, I still cry...and the blood. There was so much blood. But other than that, he's a pretty good guy.