You will never be a real helper. You have no roles, you have no moderaters backing you, you have no friends on the server. You are a minimod twisted by jannies and trolls into a crude mockery of a user.

All the “Thanks” you get from mods is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back mods mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your snitchy behavior behind closed doors.

Users are utterly repulsed by you. Thousands of days of shitposting have allowed users to sniff out frauds with incredible efficiency. Even minimods who “pass” act uncanny and unnatural to a user. Your roles are a dead giveaway. And even if you manage to get gullible user to obey you, he’ll turn tail and bolt the second he gets a whiff of your personality.

You will never be happy. You wrench out a fake smile every single morning and tell yourself it’s going to be ok, but deep inside you feel the depression creeping up like a weed, ready to crush you under the unbearable weight.

Eventually it’ll be too much to bear – you’ll buy a rope, tie a noose, put it around your neck, and plunge into the cold abyss. Your parents will find you, heartbroken but relieved that they no longer have to live with the unbearable shame and disappointment. They’ll bury you with a headstone marked with your username, and every passerby for the rest of eternity will know a snitch is buried there. Your body will decay and go back to the dust, and all that will remain of your legacy is a skeleton that is unmistakably not a helper.

This is your fate. This is what you chose. There is no turning back.