One day I get an email from a hosting provider telling me that attacks are being launched from our server and I need to look into it.

I find that there is indeed a hacker in our server. He was using an app to anonymously control his bot network, among other things.

I looked at the app he was using, and discovered that it was an opensource project. I then downloaded the code for this backdoor, modified it to log everything to a file, and replaced his app with my honeypot version.

Over the next six months I collected every scrap of information I could on this guy. I then used that information to take over many of his online accounts, including his main email account. That was the account where he had registered all of his services to, so I was able to issue password reset requests for everything he owned. I gained control of six other email accounts, two dozen IRC accounts, his facebook page, his dating profile, numerous websites, and the backup site he used for his cell phone. I have his phone number, his moms number, and his girlfriends number. I know his address, his birthday, the schools he went to, even his favorite foods and music.

After I took every single online account he had ever had away from him, I sent a nasty email to his ISP in an effort to extort yet more information from them. In that email I said some very unkind things about the monarch of Indonesia and how I might smear the monarch publicly if I didn't get the information.

The hacker dispeared immediatly after that. I have looked for him at times over the last fifteen years since and he has not resurfaced. The Indonesian lèse-majesté laws regarding insults to the monarchy are not to be trifled with. The prison term for such an offense is 15 years.

One day I was on my evening walk with my dog and we came across a small dog standing in the middle of the street shaking. It’s hair was matted, had mange, ridden with fleas, one eye swollen and sealed shut with mucus, nails so long it was walking on the back of its paws, malnourished, and quivering. I was shocked.

I called my wife to bring me a blanket and come pick us up. While I was waiting, the door of the house in front of us opened, and out came a disheveled looking older man. He started calling for the dog to come inside. I absolutely lost it. I screamed at him asking if it was his dog and he replied it was. I asked him why it was in such bad shape and he said “she’s sick and won’t eat”. I yelled at him there was no fucking way in the world I was letting him take her back inside. The shouting match lasted long enough for a few neighbors to come outside. (Who later told me he had another dog in the house). Eventually my wife pulls up and I wrap the doggo in the blanket and go home.

I looked up the name of our local no kill shelter but they were closed until the following day. My wife and I decided to call her Sally. I gave Sally a bath and went and bought some wet food since she wouldn’t eat dry kibble. She devoured it. I set her up a nice sleeping area in the garage for her to spend the night.

1st thing in the morning I took Sally to the shelter and called animal control and told them what happened. They went to check her out, took a statement from me, and ended up at his house confiscating his other dog. Unfortunately Sally was put down due to the horrible shape it was in (she was also very old).

Here’s where the revenge begins.

This old assholes house was on the route I took to walk my dog twice a day. My dog liked to take a dump about two houses before we reached his. Perfect! Now I didn’t need to carry bags of shit all the way back to my house! I started tossing them on his roof twice a day. At first he would climb a ladder around once a week to get them down, but eventually I broke his will to do that. This went on for about a year before I moved. His roof was covered in shit bags.

I also printed out flyers with his address and pictures of how I found Sally and put them in all the neighbors mailbox’s.

I live across town now, but every couple months I ride by and toss a bag of dogshit on his roof to let him know I’m still thinking about Sally.

15 years ago I had a boyfriend that I'd been with for 6 years. He moved to another city for work, while I finished my studies and then I would move there too. He was apartment hunting, subleasing in the meantime.

He came home almost every weekend and during Christmas and New Year's.

He found an apartment in January and invited me up to show it and I prepared to move up; looking for a job, looking for new furniture etc.

Late February I told him it's time to terminate the lease on the apartment in our home town, when he suddenly broke up with me. I was shocked and very sad. He collected some clothes and his very expensive PC, which he'd built from scratch. It was his baby.

2 weeks later, he updated his profile pic on fb to him and another woman kissing! Obviously, they hadn't been dating 2 weeks. I called him and called him out on it and he admitted to having met her 2 months ago. He was at the airport to travel abroad with his buddy for the weekend, so we didn't talk long.

That same evening I decided to tell the new gf. I managed to find her on fb and wrote her.

She didn't believe me at first, of course. But I sent her texts, pics, I described their apartment in detail (well, her apartment, as it turned out). When I sent her a dic pick he'd sent me with their bedroom clearly in the background she said okay, enough, I believe you.

She told me they'd been dating for 8 months, not 2. She'd been in Africa for 2 months, in December and January, which would explain why he was able to be with me for 2 weeks over the holidays and why he could invite me to see the apartment.

We wrote A LOT. He'd sent us the exact same Valentine's Day text. He'd bought us the exact same Christmas present etc, you get the picture. After comparing notes, it was time for revenge.

She cut up all of his clothes and left them in a pile on the floor. I told her about the PC and advised her to tear that fucker to pieces. She hacked it with screwdrivers and hammers and every piece was beyond saving.

When he came home on Sunday, she tossed him out with nowhere to go, but not before showing him all of his possessions obliterated.

EDIT: I need to clarify that legally, it was my PC. I'd won money on one of those scratch lottery tickets, but since we were living together I kind of thought of it as ours. Huge mistake!

First posted in r/pettyrevenge, but I was told it belongs here. I thought I got nuclear but my revenge still was petty, I let you be the judge of that.

2001, I had just moved to a quiet neighborhood where my children (1&3) could play outside safely and grow up with neighborhood children. It was also nice for my cats (3) to finally be able to run around outside.

After the first week it was our first garbage day. Everything neatly in closed bags and in our personal garbage container. In the morning we had to place the container on the side of the road with the rest of the containers on our street. So it was there at 7:00, after which I started cleaning my house. I had a white floor, because I liked it and that way I knew for sure that it was clean. I mopped daily. I was still extremely clean at that time because of crawling children. Then I did the shopping and when I got home I was in shock after opening my front door. My entire hall was full of unknown waste. Pieces of glass, sharp metal lids, pieces of food, cartons, plastics etc. Clearly stuffed through the mailslot. I already saw a number of neighbors looking at me expectantly behind their windows and in front of their house. It was clear that they knew more. After asking around I was told who had thrown that garbage in my house. Conscious neighbor had done this with much fanfare.

Something snapped inside me. A bomb in my frontal lobe and all decency disappeared from my mind. Steam from my ears.

I cleaned out the trash and put the kids in the living room. Then I cleaned the cat litter box. Normally I throw the entire contents in a bag, but now I was a bit more precise. I only scooped the shit and urine clumps out of the box and divided it evenly into 2 small bags. Those thin ones that tear quickly....

I took the bags and went to the neighbor further down the street. I rang the doorbell and kept the bags behind me. The lady opened the door with a smug grin on her face. The door opened wide and I could quickly see her hall. On the right a carpeted staircase, on the left the open door to the living room, the hall continued for another 1.5m to the back after the stairs and door, where the toilet was. Everything was super clean.

I asked her devilishly calmly if she had put that waste through my mailslot. Her answer was yes followed by the reasoning that because I was new here, that the loose waste that was lying around the placed containers must have been mine, because before we lived here that never happened. This was the moment that all the blood vessels in my eyes burst... the calm was gone.

In a tirade of abuse I made it clear to her that I had not been the polluter and that if she had any decency, she could have spoken to me instead of jumping to conclusions and dirtying my house and endangering my crawling children and animals by dumping that waste in my house like that. With the message that she liked to clean up so much, here please, and I threw the 2 bags in her hallway. 1 against the corner of the stairs and the other on the doorpost of the living room. Everything, really EVERYTHING was covered in shit and the splattered clumps of cat urine. With a warning/promise that if she ever thought of doing something like that again I would smash all her windows, I turned around and went home. Everyone had seen and heard everything.

Never heard anything from that neighbor again, no one ever thought of doing something like that to me again.

I can still enjoy the face she pulled when she saw the bags flying. It was shock, fear, indignation, nausea and despair all at once.

... As you knew it.

So a little bit about me before I go into this. And, before you ask about it, I am going to be incredibly vague about a lot of specifics; If you've ever worked in cybersecurity or for the government, you'd understand why I'm cagey.

I graduated from high school in the late 2000's. I tried college, it didn't work for me, so I enlisted like I had already planned to after I got an associate's. I got into the Navy, passed quals for the "special warfare" training block while in Basic, and after completion went and started training to become a SEAL, which I did not complete because that shit is no joke, but it's cool because I went SWCC instead, and became a "dirty boat guy". SWCC are the guys you see in movies arriving just in time with fast boats blasting lots of firepower at the bad guys so they can pull our boys out of hell. Sometimes they work with helo crews, or man the helos themselves. Most often they just patrol riverways in Iraq begging for someone to shoot at them to break the monotony.

That sounds way cooler than it really was; Aside from becoming an expert in all things small watercraft, and doing a good amount of diving and aircrew shit as well, I didn't get to do the cool SEAL shit. There's things I DID do while strapped to a SEAL team, but I don't think I can talk about that. No door-kicking, no breaching, no Team shit. Only on a handful of occasions did I even get into a firefight.

Side note: Most Youtube "Special Forces Operators" are former Team or Group guys who are full of shit and their colleagues did most of the heavy lifting. They just tell the stories from their perspective so "somebody gets to tell it" without divulging identities, etc.

Anyway, I got out of boat shit eight years in after being injured, and did my last four years of my 12 year career doing other stuff in special warfare, more cyber-oriented. I retired, collected my VA card, and went to school for couple semesters to bone up on shit I needed for some cybersecurity certifications, and I've been working private sector since early 2019. Got my own LLC and everything.

So this story actually starts in early 2016.

I had been back in my hometown for a while, which was near a major naval base. I had changed career tracks and was on med leave for a bit after my injury, so I had been able to take some time to reconnect with an old high school sweetheart of mine, and we had been dating for several months. She was my best friend growing up, and I absolutely blew it when I had the opportunity to take her to junior prom, and we didn't see much of each other after we graduated and I enlisted, so we'd grown apart and in the several years it'd been since we'd parted ways and reconnected she had had a kid of her own, an adorable little 3 year old girl, and "daddy" wasn't in the picture which was absolutely his loss because she was a gem of a child. We grew close quickly, and after a couple months she'd occasionally call me daddy which made my heart soar. And, as for her mother, I was head over heels for her years ago, and reconnecting with her only reinforced those old feelings because it took off like a rocket. We were inseparable for the first couple of months, and when we weren't going on fun play dates with her kid or acting like horny highschoolers after we'd send her to bed, we were texting eachother at work, tagging eachother in funny memes on Facebook, y'know dorky cheesey lovey-dovey kid shit that's embarrassing to admit to as an adult in his 30's now but... I mean, we were in love. Real love, something that, to that point, I'd never known like that before. I'd been shot at and stabbed, hell my whole injury was due to getting my leg blasted with a 7.62, but none of that made me more nervous and scared than this new love I was feeling.

I had it bad.

However, there was a complication in the form of her "brother", some lanky, inbred, wannabe gangster wigga boy, whiter than driven snow, who came in and started crashing on her futon a month and half into our relationship. This piece of shit had the highly unfortunate blessing of also being the kiddo's godfather/"uncle". He had no blood relation to my girlfriend or the child, he was just some former tweaker who worked at the Target they both worked at who started crashing from "low blood sugar" (He was coming down from whatever he was high on) so she got him a cheeseburger and soda which, in the tweaker culture, is like being given a handful of gold. He was forever in her debt, and became her right-hand man, never wanting her romantically as he preferred trash similar to his own kind (Thank you, God). She referred to him as "brother", and he of her as "sister", so naturally he was "uncle" to the little one.

Which meant when he showed up in the middle of the night mid-way through our relationship, it was a very bad sign for me, because that homeless, now-jobless, feckless idiot was moving in.

Our "friendship" started out on a very "suddenly bad" note, because he was met by me and a .45 in his face wondering why a grown-ass-man was in my girlfriend's apartment while we were in bed, and I heard something going "bump".

(Side note for any "concerned citizens", the kid was sleeping between us, and they didn't have any pets, so I knew whatever was making noise out there wasn't anyone in the room, and nobody else should've been there. Pair that with recent break-ins in her complex, and you can see why I was justifiably armed)

Now I did not live there. I had my own studio near the base, I just stayed the night often because it was convenient and fun. And with the recent break-ins, they also felt safer with me there, so win/win/win. So naturally I didn't have any say in anything regarding him living there. In an effort to placate the young whippersnapper after holding a fucking 1911 to his nose, I let him borrow my PS3 and a spare TV I had so he had something to do, because fuck him if he was gonna actually go out and find a job. Instead he smoked weed out on the balcony all day and played Need for Speed and COD on my Playstation.

This fucker acted like my girlfriend was his mom. Expected her to cook him food when she got home from work, expected her to take his laundry out and fold it for him, god he once asked her if she could re-lace his shoelaces onto his sneakers because "she does it better". The kid (He was 23) was a fucking loser, and beyond just being a live-in babysitter for the actual child when mom and I were at work (Because my med leave ended eventually), served absolutely no value. We'd come home to a messy kitchen and shit all over the apartment. Numerous times he'd leave a growler in the toilet and neglect to flush, and FUCK HIM for asking my girlfriend to do his laundry because I DIDN'T ALWAYS SEE TP IN THE WATER when I was the one to flush it. That man had an itchy asshole all the time, I guarantee it. He was good with the kid though, I will give him that. She never had a dirty diaper before she transitioned to the potty, so good on him for actually being a little useful.

And it was like this for four more months. Eventually, I was spending so much time over there that she and I were talking about getting an apartment together so we're not paying two leases. And of COURSE dudeguy was hitting us up for a "spare room", which we fought and argued about because four months after moving in, motherfucker still had no job. The guy who talked so much game about being a "successful drug dealer" in his late teens (lol), couldn't move LEGAL weed. He claimed to be a "professional drift car driver" but he nearly backed my car into a light pole FOUR TIMES the handful of times I trusted him enough to park it for me. And every single time we argued, or had a little spat, his choice of words were "I'm gonna kick your ass, If I can't kick your ass myself, I have a whole bunch of friends who can and will".

Now, I want to reiterate - I was NOT a SEAL. I did not go through the rigorous combat training the Navy teaches special warfare operators and Team guys. I learned SOME, enough to qualify you for Special Warfare... But what SEALs go through in BUD/S and their supplemental training schools, their individual specialty schools, and whatever clandestine shit the agencies and JSOC have them doing nowadays, was completely missed on my career track. We drive boats, we fly/fly in choppers, we jump out of planes, SOMETIMES we do a mission with a SEAL team but most of the time it's a partner force op or some kind of escort op in some territorial waterway we're not supposed to be in. Maybe we're pulling a few divers out of the murk and not talking about it the rest of the way to extract because it's "one of those" missions. There's a reason SEALs are also called "frogmen".

I was also injured, I could walk on both legs by this point but if my painers weren't working well enough or if the weather was bad, there were days I couldn't stand up straight without leaning on something. But the rest of my body was still in decent shape. I'd trained Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu in the fleet. I practiced Kali and Silat with some Filipino guys I'd met on-base (They are why I love lumpia so much). I picked up different shooting stances like Center-Axis Relock, I went to CQB shooting courses thanks to my Navy career. I wasn't Rambo, but I wasn't a fucking slouch, either.

And I could kill this fucker with my bare hands, no 1911 necessary.

But I loved his "sister", and I wanted to marry her, and adopt her child. So I bit my tongue whenever he flashed on me. Weeks went by, every now and then he'd snap at me for some shit. I decided I'd had enough, and one night when I was leaving to head home I took my PS3 and TV with me. He loved that. He declared that I was "banned from the apartment", to which my girlfriend reminded him that it's her apartment and her rules, and that he needed to be respectful.

Then one fateful morning, maybe a week after that, I had spent the night and we were getting up early because I needed to be on base and she had to go to work, so we got out the door with the kiddo and just as we were buckling her into her carseat I realized I had left my wallet inside. So, I went back to the apartment and retrieved it, and as I was walking towards the front door Assfuck McGee pipes up with "You're cleaning those dishes when you get back".

Dear audience, "those dishes" were dishes he had dirtied the previous night when he made late night stoner mac and cheese and somehow needed a mixing bowl and four different wooden spoons to make it.

I looked at them, looked at him, looked back at them, then back at him...

... And said "you're high, clean them yourself, bitch, and don't ever tell me what to do again", before doing the damned best about-face a man can do when low on painkillers and high on pain and salt, and walking out the door.

I was maybe six or seven steps down their stairwell when I heard the door fly open behind me, I turned to see him coming at me with both hands and he threw me the rest of the way down the stairs. I landed hard on my back, knocking the wind out of my body and hitting the back of my head hard on the concrete deck. My leg caught fire with fresh pain. Then he jumped on top of me, snapping me out of my daze and I went to work on him. I grit through the pain and started working to get on top of him, where I proceeded to rain hell on his face with my fists. I split his lips, I popped him in the eyes and the temple, I even gave his Adam's Apple a nice little tap, I was fucking furious and I honestly didn't care if I killed him in that moment, someone had to die and it was definitely not gonna be me.

But she saved his life a second time. She was wondering why it was taking so long, and when she heard the yelling she came running and found me on top and beating the gravy out of him. She screamed for me to get off, and I did. As soon as I did, his mouth started running... "SISTER HE THREATENED TO KILL ME AND HE ATTACKED ME AND THREW ME DOWN THE STAIRS BECAUSE I ASKED HIM TO BRING BACK THE PS3!", which she knew was fucking bullshit and the neighbor's security camera outside backed that up, but in that moment, she was livid, and rightfully so.

I took her to work. I took the kid to daycare. I went to base. I had to explain to my CO why I had bloody knuckles, and why I was holding a cold pack to the back of my head. They offered to call the police so I could press charges, I told them no. My CO damn near ordered me to call the police or he'd put me back on med leave - Which he couldn't do, technically - To which I replied that I'd rather be on med leave than lose my girlfriend for calling the cops on her "brother". It was made clear to me, under no uncertain terms, that I am a particularly stupid kind of asshole, and that that would come back to bite me in my ass someday.

Well he was right.

Basically, "brother" gave an ultimatum, that either I leave and she dumps me, or he leaves and walks out of her and her daughter's life, which to be fair to my ex, that loser had been the only constant male figure in her kid's life since she was born, so that would've been devastating for the gremlin and she wanted to spare her that kind of pain.

Which meant I got the axe. Honestly, I'd have rather taken an actual axe to the heart because what I actually felt was way worse. It's one thing when you're saying goodbye to the woman you love. But to have to also say goodbye to a sobbing little kid you wanted so much in your heart to adopt and make your own? I don't want to meet the man who can hold back the tears from that shit. That man scares me.

I went back to my apartment, I put together a little box with the toys and keepsakes and clothing items they'd left behind, and waited for the right time to bring it by her work.

I was a broken man. But that little fucker... He wanted to kick me while I was down.

Remember those "friends" he mentioned? Well, he wasn't lying, he did have some friends with rap sheets and bad intentions, and in the months that followed her and I breaking up he put them to work.

I woke up one morning to discover my car had been blocked up, the wheels taken off, my cat cut out, and they had spray painted slurs and swastikas on my car after busting out my windows. I wasn't Jewish, and I had been dicking his "sister" for the last six months, but somehow I was both a "k!ke" and a "f!g". What my insurance didn't cover, cost me $2500 in repairs. Police were called, a report was made, surveillance footage was useless though. Faces covered, they wore gloves so no prints, and it's not like they're rolling out the CSI to collect hair follicles off the deck for auto vandalism.

Two weeks later, an attempted arson attack on my front door. Someone wearing a mask and a hoodie lit a Molotov cocktail and threw it at my front door's welcome mat, and if it weren't for the apartment's fire sprinklers ACTUALLY WORKING, my apartment would've burnt down with me in it because I wasn't jumping from the 3rd floor balcony. That was a more serious crime, cops were very interested in solving it, but again. No useable prints, face covered for the camera, etc.

Then it was quiet for a month, my ex had reached out to me when she heard about the fire and I told her I fucking knew it was her "brother", but I didn't have any proof. She said she'd say something to him, and coincidentally, nothing happened again for a while, until I guess cops came around asking to talk to him because obviously I gave them his name as a person of interest. In the month and some change since our spat, she basically forced him to find some kind of work or she was going to kick him out, so, he had gotten a part-time gig at an auto shop in town that had a rep for being "the one you don't go to, but fine to recommend to someone you hate". They cut corners everywhere they could, so it was a perfect job for the fuckweasel, at least until the cops came looking for him one day asking about that fire. The owners didn't like having cops asking about their employees so since he'd only been there a week or two, he got the boot. He deeply appreciated that.

So, one night I am getting home from work. I had stopped at the gym on the way, worked up a good sweat, and got a bite to eat from the grocery store. I pulled into my spot in my Enterprise rental - My car was still in the shop - and walked into my apartment.

Real quick: While I was over 21, and legally owned guns, and had a concealed carry permit, on days where I was on base I did not carry my pistol. It's incredibly rare for anyone whose explicit job description doesn't include "carries a pistol at all times" to be allowed to carry a weapon on base. Since I'm not leaving a pistol on my car, and there weren't any places to securely store a weapon while I was working, I just opted to not take my gun with me. It's also why I did not have a pistol on me the morning Shitdick jumped me.

I was unarmed.

I lived on the third floor, there was a fourth floor above me and stairs leading to it. I heard footsteps coming down the stairs fast, and I turned to see four guys in hoods, masks and wearing gloves coming towards me. My door was open, so I dropped my groceries and tried to slam the door behind me. They got a foot in and managed to wedge through into my apartment.

What followed took place during a period of about fourteen seconds. The neighbor across the way - After the fire - got a security cam installed outside their door as well, so we know the actual time stamps down to the second.

I kept a loaded pistol tucked in a closet near my front door - Irresponsible, I know, but I was younger and more naive than I am now.

In the scuffle with the first guy who came through the door, I managed to reach my hand into the closet, find the gun, and push myself back and away to give us several feet of space. I remember very vividly seeing all four men in my doorway and hallway, the first guy I had just pushed having been body-blocked from falling backward and was starting to come toward me a second time. I raised my pistol, this one was a Sig P226 chambered in .40 Smith & Wesson, and just as I heard one of them shout "GUN", I started lining up shots and pulling the trigger.

There were no limb shots, no "shooting to scare them", I didn't try to wing them. Body. Body. Head. As I had trained, as I had been taught.

The first guy went down, the second guy caught two of the through-and-throughs from the first guy before I plugged him in the forehead. The third guy stopped dead in his tracks before catching four center-of-mass, and the fourth guy was halfway out the door before I emptied the rest of my magazine into him through friend #3 and whatever I could see and aim at.

You might be thinking, "OOPS! That fourth guy was running away, that's murder! You're a murderer!"

Well, the cops didn't see it that way, and the investigators didn't charge it that way.

Because he lived.

Now the first three recipients of my high velocity sleeping pills didn't. The first guy's brains were all over the second guy, the second guy's brains were all over my wall. The third guy's heart and both of his lungs were demolished by my .40 S&W, he was pronounced dead on the scene.

The fourth guy was my ex's "brother".

Of the three bullets that hit him, one grazed his ass, the other thoroughly lodged itself in his right asscheek, and the third one hit him square in the spinal cord, right around the kidney area. Shattered his spine and completely destroyed his lucrative career in competitive breakdance and bicycling. He was paralyzed from the navel down. Had to have a permanent catheter to catch his piss and a diaper for what was now the most useful byproduct he was capable of producing. He'd never walk again. He'd never fuck again. And when he was healthy enough to be discharged from the hospital, he was locked up in prison, given three manslaughter charges since he caught the rap for his three buddies getting killed. He was also charged with conspiracy to commit murder, assault, battery, and he even caught the reckless endangerment charges for me discharging MY firearm in an apartment complex with another apartment across the hall from the open door I was shooting towards.

He was never going to breathe free air again.

I would like to say that this ended up happily ever after, that she took me back, that we got married and I adopted her little one and we had a couple spares of our own.

But she didn't. Within twenty-four hours, she declared that she was scared of me, that she did not want me anywhere near her or her child, that she'd call the police on me if she ever saw me near her home or her place of work - Which sucked, I liked that Target.

She called me a murderer. She accused me of "siccing the cops on him" to instigate a response, just so I could shoot him. She ignored the arson, the vandalism, the various threats he'd thrown at me in the previous months we were together.

I never saw her again. She blocked me on everything. Her family blocked me. She changed her number, she transferred to a different Target, and after a couple of months she moved to a different apartment in a different part of town. It has been eight years since the shooting and I still haven't heard from her. I know she's alive - Friends of friends informed me she got married in 2020, had a second kid, and is happy, so, more power to her.

I never got my happy ending. My white picket fence. Believe it or not, killing three guys, even for a person trained for war and conditioned for the possibility that one day he might have to do it, fucks with your head, especially when you consider it happened in your home and not in Baghdad or Abottobad. There's a huge mental and emotional disconnect and difference between killing someone "for work" and killing someone because your life was in danger.

I had PTSD, I couldn't touch any of my guns - Once I got them back - For a full year without having panic attacks. The Navy was great about it all, they aided with the investigation including that CO who called me the Apex Dumbass giving his statement of that morning I got jumped. I was offered the chance to live on base with protective detail until things cooled down, I declined.

Eight years, since then I've retired, I'm now working in the private sector, I have my own LLC making great money doing cybersecurity and site security consulting. Occasionally I go out boating. My partner of three years is the most love, supportive person I've ever been with. I know they have my back no matter who tries to kill me. We're talking about having kids before we get too much older. Life's good.

But you know what really warmed my heart?

Just the other day a Google alert I set up eight years ago triggered.

It was Skidmark McDipshit's first and last name, followed by the word "obituary".

It turns out someone in prison got sick and tired of the annoying whiteboy in a wheelchair talking so much shit and flexing on people, believing nobody would hit someone in a wheelchair.

They used the wheelchair to cave his skull in, and used their shoes to finish him off with a few good stomps.

Of course, it doesn't say that in the obituary, it says he was a bright and loveable lad when he was young, who fell into hard times in his early adulthood and landed in prison. The real surprise is apparently he is survived by a daughter none of us knew he had back then, so, sucks for her but I doubt she ever got a chance to know her spermdonor anyway. Honestly, that's for the best.

So yeah, sorry for the fucking novel, but I just didn't feel like leaving out any of the details that mattered.

I hope you enjoyed my story.

So a while back I had been hired to be the marketing person for a family business. It was a fitness equipment liquidator that had been founded by a gold medalist Olympian. He had fallen into some mental health issues and had delegated his wife to take over the business. She didn’t have the experience but took the reins anyways and she and her children ran the place, albeit with some success.

So this is where I come in. The first red flag I should’ve seen was that she was trying to screw over the recruiter by wanting us to do a side deal to pay me technically less but still more than I would’ve gotten without the recruiter as the middle person. But I was in bed and I didn’t think too much about it.

The next thing was how embedded the family aspect was in this business, that there was basically no distinction between the employees and family and family affairs being wrapped up in their work environment too. But I was just happy to finally be in a space where I felt welcome and almost love bombed by the ceo who treated me like one of her own children, always lots of hugs and even kisses during good morning meetings as if we were coming downstairs for breakfast.

Meetings ended up turning into brainstorming sessions because the CEO’s children and the workers were so scatterbrained and didn’t want to commit to any specific plans of action and I was basically on my own when it came to any marketing of anything because nobody would actually participate if it came down to it.

About a month or so into it, I get ambushed by the ceo and her daughter who was like the operations person technically or something. Both were wondering why we hadn’t achieved as much as I had wanted to and when I explained that I didn’t really receive much help or participation from anyone, suddenly it became all about blaming me for everything wrong and why sales were down and why nothing was exponentially growing as she had hoped they would. I explained what actions I had taken and that I was doing exactly what I said I was going to do, it wasn’t my fault nobody wanted to help when they said they would. It didn’t matter. They wanted me gone because they expected the moon in three weeks time with zero budget and zero help from anyone else. So I just left.

I want to add I did a lot while there. I automated a lot of their processes that they were doing by hand, set up salesforce and slack, as well as setting up and handling zendesk and a ticketing system, and even automating a lot of POS processes so that from card tap to accounting, it was all smooth and seamless and I made tons of things very efficient for them and improved productivity while there. But none of that mattered of course. They wanted double the sales from basically social media posting and nothing else.

While I was there I had documented tons of OSHA violations. Exposed wires where customers would walk. ADA violations. Customer safety violations. Forklifts operated with zero certification and no PPE and having employees standing on top of the forks just to reach the warehouse ceiling. With no safety anything. Structural violations. You name it they did landlord special type fixes and left things in often worse states than before.

I made the call, and sent OSHA photos of what I had documented, which I had only documented in the event of needing to use it. Never actually expected it to come to that. But I did.

After talking with them it was explained to me that there was months’ long processes to get actions to be taken, even with evidence. The penalties for the violations I had evidence for were financially crippling fines I knew they wouldn’t be able to handle. And after a months of checking every now and then, I got confirmation action was taken. Then a couple months later I drove past the warehouse/showroom and saw that it was abandoned. Broken letters, overgrown grass in the parking lot, boarded up windows and doors, for lease, all gone and dilapidated.

While I was placing those calls I was also reaching out to my realtor friend who is super good at what she does, saying that we should time it right so after these fines and penalties that she can drop literature off at their door until they’re convinced to sell. She didn’t do it in time but she did catch wind that the house had been sold and sold fast.

Their website was 404’d, and they basically packed their bags and left. I still can’t believe it worked, but sometimes in life we have to accept that we are the karma that someone has coming to them.

Goodbye Amy, wherever you and your family left to. we’re even.

Hey, im not sure if this is how updates are done in this subreddit but the shitstorm continued and some people were asking for updates so here it goes. Link to the og post: https://www.reddit.com/r/NuclearRevenge/s/q8DEx9G476

Well, the time judge gave my aunt to pay what she owed me came and went but she didnt make any payment at all so we legally had to push the case into legal collectment. Cops went to her house but she "wasnt there" (she was in her house, but didnt make any noise) so cops had to leave and get a search permit to enter to look for her. They found her inside, having sold her everything and ready to illegally leave the country to not pay anything and start a new life abroad. When they were apprehending her she attacked the cops, actually clawed the eye of one causing permanent damage and adding multiple charges to her file. She was taken to court again, this time for more crimes alongside not making a payment in time the court told her last time. İm not sure if i can legally list all the things she was charged with, but in the end she got 18 years and 9 months jail time with no chance of parola until the 15th year. And yes, since she had sold her everything to leave the country the court took the amount she had to pay us (recalculated to todays tax numbers and exchange rates) before putting the rest of the money in a account that her son would get when he is 18.

As for her brat in the first post i had told that when her husband divorced her he had gotten custody. Well the kids personality was so bad he took him to a psychiatrist which decided because of my aunts shitty parenting he was showing personality issues. He is now in a pre-military boarding school for troubled kids, which he hates completely.

As for the money i would love to say i used it to get the parts necessary to remake that kit but i had to put it in a saving accounts. The goverment recently changed border tax systems, so the previous money became a substantial amount with the new numbers, like hilariously so. As much as i would love to spend it all on gunpla, i have to think about future so its gonna stay in a savings account getting fatter by the day until i graduate.

This is a story from my childhood. I lived in a small suburban neighborhood in the 90s. We had two dachshunds we kept in a backyard fence, and three cats that just roamed our 1/8 acre corner lot in my subdivision. Of the three cats "Magic" was the matriarch. She was a big fat black cat that didn't really run from any neighborhood cats or dogs.

Our neighbors across the street had a pit bull that they would let roam the neighborhood. It was never aggressive towards me or my friends, but also was NOT a friendly dog. We just stayed away from it when playing in the woods.

One day that put bull charged my cat while I was in the yard playing. It began to whip it's head back and forth shaking Magic, and I ran in to get my dad. We didn't have a gun for home defense. My dad kept a four foot long galvanized steel rod that was about an inch thick next to the door though. Ive never seen him move that fast. He was on that dog in about five seconds flat. I remember seeing him strike the dog probably three times before it let go of magic.

My dad said "Come here Doxie, we are going to the neighbors house." He was pissed... Shaking. When I got closer I could see that the dog's skull was completely smashed. You could see blood and grey matter it was gnarly. It's eye socket was also smashed. He picked up the dead dog, walked with me to the owners house. The man answered the door and said "What did you do to my dog!?" And my dad said "The same goddamn thing in gonna do to you if this happens to one of my kids."

They never got another dog, we never saw them again and they moved about a year later.

Edit -

I might be lost. I felt like the nature of dragging the bloody dog back to the owner and threatening them with the same for killing the cat was revenge, but maybe not.

I also always get these comments about 'animal cruelty' and being a psycho or something when I've posted this story on Reddit before. I don't think you all understand how much this marked me. I focused on facts in this post, not feelings because the feelings are very painful. It was 30 years ago now, and I can still remember very minute details of the scene, and I remember going on a roller coaster from Terrified I was going to die, to scared my dad was going to die, to scared/sad about magic and the dog, to scared about confronting the parents, and then to a deep mourning for my favorite cat (even to this day it's the best cat I've ever had.)

Not sure why you expect this to be some kind of morality tale, it's just what happened.

So, this happened a couple of years ago during COVID when everything was online. A mutual friend (let’s call him D) reached out to me, absolutely desperate. He was on the verge of getting deported because he had already failed his coding exam twice. One more failure and he wouldn’t be able to stay in the country.

He knew I was good at coding and begged me to take the exam for him. He told me how his entire future depended on it, how he had no options left, etc. Feeling a bit sorry for him, I agreed—on the condition that he would pay me $500 for doing it. He agreed immediately, so I spent a couple of weeks preparing.

The exam was proctored over Zoom, and we set it up so that I could control his computer remotely while he pretended to take the exam himself. We pulled it off without a hitch, and he passed the exam. Afterward, we went out for drinks to celebrate (each paid their own share because I didn’t want him deducting anything from what he owed me).

Here’s where things went downhill. He gave me $100 upfront and promised to pay the remaining $400 in a couple of weeks after he sorted out his graduation stuff. Weeks turned into months, and he kept dodging me with excuses. After six months of this, it became clear he wasn’t going to pay me back. I gave him multiple warnings to pay me or I’ll report him but he kept taking it lightly and blocked me

I was pissed. I helped him out, and he completely ghosted me after getting what he wanted. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands.

First, I reported him to his university for academic misconduct. I explained in detail how I was the one who took the exam for him and provided evidence to back it up. They investigated and failed him retroactively, which meant he couldn’t graduate. Since his visa was tied to his student status, this basically screwed him over completely.

Some context : It was an anonymous tip off to the college with a fake email with all the proof,they called him and gave him a chance to retake exam on the spot but guy never studied and failed at the most basic stuff.

But it didn’t end there. He was still living in the country illegally, hoping to somehow fix things. I knew he had no way out, so I anonymously tipped off the authorities, saying there was an illegal immigrant involved in suspicious activity living in my area. They came, found out he was there illegally, and he got deported.

Context - As for deport I felt bit scared in case he tried to hurt me in some way so I made sure he never set a foot in there again

Now some mutual friends are saying I went too far, that it was a petty move to ruin his entire life over $400. On one hand, I feel like he deserved it for trying to scam me.

I wouldn’t have mind if he came clean saying he doesn’t have money or financial capacity to pay and he was sorry I would have let the matters go without a hitch.

I posted on other sub (AITA) but started getting death threats,i feel like you guys here wouldn’t mind this 😈

Cross post recommended several times in petty revenge, delete if not allowed:) Yesterday morning I received an email notification from my credit card company stating a transaction for $1500 at a medspa was declined, and another stating it was approved. I immediately called said CC company to report the fraudulent charge. Turns out, my card has had fraudulent charges over the past 3 weeks with purchases including various hotels in my area, eBay, gas station, self storage, and moving truck rental. I rarely use this card, the last time I used it in person was in February and last online purchase in 2023. Fortunately, my CC company flagged all recent charges and closed my card.

This morning, my significant other had a Dr appointment in the same city as a hotel purchase made yesterday. After the DR, BF asked me what I thought we should do today. I said, "well you wanted to shop for some new shoes... or we can swing by this hotel up the street and see if the credit card thiefs are still there?" The amount seemed like it would cover 2 or 3 days. So BF and I go to the hotel to see if the people were still checked in and to let them know the card was stolen and the charges would be reversed. Front desk lady was pissed. She was able to find the reservation by card number and noted that the person had "kept changing cards" to pay for the room. Of course they didn't tell me the room number, much to my bfs dismay (BF was hoping to get a room key to take their stuff..lol, right).

I called CC company and they asked me to call the police. I called the sheriff department and they arrived within 20 minutes! I was surprised they even came. I gave them my report, id, and credit card. The deputy asked if I wanted to prosecute- I said Yes! (But can I prosecute if my CC company is going to refund all the money anyway?) Then they went inside and spoke to the front desk who provided them the invoice. BF and I waited outside in front of the lobby. Then, through the automatic sliding doors I hear the front desk lady yell, "that's him, he's trying to leave!"

Light Hispanic dude with a bull terrier and several bags gets placed in cuffs. He gets brought outside , searched and doggo gets cuffed to a trashcan. Then another little Asian guy gets brought out in cuffs. A third deputy arrives and brings out a fancy asian lady with a face full of fillers, two suitcases and a coach backpack.

Four officers start going through the backpacks on the hood of their car. We see passports, ID's, credit cards. They pull out a big credit card printing machine and a laptop. Then they pull out a big Ziploc filled with crystal meth and the cop exclaims, "here we go!," and turns towards us to flash a smile. Two of them go back to search the hotel room and bring down two bags with more drugs, a scale, four car keys and a big wad of cash. Unfortunately none of the cars were in the parking lot and the perps said they had been traveling by Uber. The cops contacted one of the thief's friends to pick up the dog, who arrived pretty quickly. It was an older Asian dude with tattoos, flashy jewelry in an old luxury suv. Don't worry, we got his pics and license plates. All these guys seemed like characters out of The Brothers Sun.

The deputies then gave me all the paperwork and told me that one of the guys said they stole my card off of the Internet. I would have guessed that they used a scanner while I was at the fair a few weeks ago. I find that so weird bc I haven't used my card online in almost a year. Apparently they made a physical card that had a different name on it.

Anywho, I walk inside to give the front desk a copy of the incident number and then I remembered something else. I remember seeing another transaction for a storage unit that was made yesterday and two charges at a rental truck company. I go back outside and talk to the sheriff and asked him if he wanted me to try to figure out where that was. I was able to track down the storage location to a city about 15 minutes away, but no can do on the trucks. I called the storage place and they confirmed that a payment was made with my card but would not give me the unit number. From there. The sheriff said that it was out of their jurisdiction and they would try to get a search warrant but that might take a while. However, it might be helpful if I made a police report with the other City. So with nothing better to do, I drove my ass over there and made another police report regarding the storage unit.

That's it for now, will update if anything else happens. In the meantime I will call up the credit bureau to freeze my social security (?) tell my dog to be on alert and load magazines. Any other suggestions? Also, Copper asked if I wanted to prosecute... But that was before the drug bust... So do I need a lawyer? Thanks in advance.

I have promised my late friend that I wouldn't share this story until at least a year after her death. That time has passed. And this is nothing short of beautiful. Cruel. But beautiful.

I'm going to switch to first person POV. This is the story as my late friend told me.

XXX

I was an only child to two loving parents. Mom had a difficult pregnancy and an even harder labor. It was so bad that the doctor advised that they never try again. Because he didn't want his wife to die, Dad got a vasectomy that was successful. I was sad that I didn't have any siblings but I had a happy childhood until I was a young adult.

When I was in the middle of college, Mom was diagnosed with Stage IV HGSOC (high grade serous ovarian cancer). It's the most aggressive form of ovarian cancer and Mom's older sister and mom both died from it. We knew her odds weren't good.

I don't know what Dad was thinking. I really don't. But he started an affair with his coworker, a woman just a few years older than me. Coworker started integrating herself into my and Mom's life. She'd go shopping for us, keep the house in order, help me with homework and even sit with Mom when Mom was going through chemo and Dad and I weren't there.

And no, I had no clue. At all. I just thought it was Coworker being kind to a family going through hard times.

Mom fought. She fought hard. But the odds just weren't in her favor. One day, I was visiting her in hospice and we were playing Chutes and Ladders. Mom got real quiet and then she told me "You do know your Dad isn't planning to reverse his vasectomy, right?"

I was surprised, wondering what she was talking about. "Yeah, I know." I said. "Why?"

Mom just looked at me and said "I think you'd best keep it in mind." We continued playing and when I left for the night, I kissed her and she said "You'll be fine on your own." She died that night. I believe she knew she was going to die that night and didn't want to scare me.

Once again, Coworker was right by our side. She helped us plan the funeral, brought us food, helped out around the house...and slowly started moving her things in. It was like putting a frog in a pot of water and having the temperature raised. It was slow. It was gradual.

A year or so later, she had completely moved herself in and was part of our lives. I don't remember what made me suspicious enough to start digging. But start digging I did. I learned the affair began shortly after Mom's diagnosis.

I was sickened, furious and saddened. I took out my cell, ready to confront Dad and Coworker with the knowledge. But something else struck me.

See, during one of her visits, Coworker mentioned to Mom and me that she wished to have children with her fiancé. Mom *knew* that the affair was going on. And she trusted me to spill the beans.

But I wanted to twist the knife further...as a result I decided to play the long game. It was a gamble. One that had a good chance of not paying off. But it was one I was willing to take.

I kept my mouth shut. I watched as they courted, got engaged and married three years later. I squealed with delight when they announced their engagement to me, wore a proud smile on their wedding day and made a toast at the reception. I even took extra steps to hide test results from Dad's urologist in such a way that Coworker wouldn't find it but Dad would.

Believe me. I was internally screaming. I wanted the world to know the way they hurt Mom and me during her darkest hour. I got dangerously close several times.

But I said nothing, knowing the payoff would be worth it.

Time passed. We played happy family. I got married to my awesome Husband and had children. Dad and Coworker played doting grandparents but I knew from the pained look on Coworker's face that she was bemoaning her empty nest.

Just as I was beginning to give up hope, the day came.

Coworker and I had started the tradition of getting together for coffee shortly after Mom's death. We'd talk "girl things" (again, as I internally screamed). Laugh, cry, love, live. That sort of thing. That day, Coworker was sad and sullen. I could tell she had been crying. I asked what was wrong.

I couldn't believe my ears when I heard why.

She was struggling to get pregnant for years but assumed it was stress from work. Then her periods started coming fewer and farther between. She decided to go to the doctor and find out why. It turned out she was entering perimenopause and her chances of successfully getting pregnant had dwindled. The doctor told her, in essence, her childbearing years were over.

As I crooned sympathetic noises, Coworker said "It doesn't make sense....we tried so hard to have kids...but I wasn't able to get pregnant. I don't know why."

It was then that I knew it was time.

"You mean...Dad didn't tell you?" I said.

"Didn't tell me what?" She asked.

I was fighting every chance to smile as I tried playing the "it's not my right to tell" and "I can't believe he didn't tell you" cards until she practically begged me. I should've won an Oscar for my performance. I told her about the vasectomy and that Dad had no intention of reversing it.

You should've seen Coworker. She completely deflated like a balloon. Her shoulders slumped, she bowed her head and she sobbed in her hands.

I wanted to rejoice. I wanted to rub her face in it. I knew though that would make me look like the bad guy. So I hugged her and rubbed her back, telling her Dad was horrible for not telling her, that she deserved a different outcome and that he completely wasted her time. Again, I was fighting to not smile. When she left, I told her I would always be there for her...but I knew she wasn't going to be part of my life anymore. Why would she? I was the daughter of the man who betrayed her.

Once she had left and I was alone, I wept with joy and relief that it paid off but also deep sorrow that Mom hadn't been there to see it.

That was the last time I saw or talked to Coworker. A few weeks later, Dad called me in a fury. Coworker had packed her bags and left, slapping him with divorce papers. She yelled at him for not being honest with her that he had a vasectomy he had no intention of reversing. That he knew she wanted kids and that she had wasted all of her childbearing years. And that he had left it to me to tell her.

He then said "How could you do that to us?! We loved you!"

I then said in a cold tone "You and Mom did a good job teaching me how to keep secrets." I hung up and that was it. I never spoke to him again either. Last I heard, he and Coworker were divorced and everyone shunned him because of his keeping the secret.

I know I won't be joining Mom after I die. What I did was cruel. It was horrible. I should've done what Mom wanted and spilled the beans beforehand instead of wasting Coworker's youth and childbearing years. Even if she could adopt, she'd probably die before her children were fully grown.

Although...it's hard to have compassion and mercy for a woman who integrated herself into my dying mom's life as she was screwing Mom's husband.

XXX

TLDR: My friend's father had an affair as his wife was dying of cancer. His AP wanted children while he had a vasectomy he had no intention of reversing years before the affair began. Friend waited until AP's chances of getting pregnant were nil before telling her about the father's vasectomy. AP filed for divorce and Friend cut off contact with both the AP and her father.

TLDR: New boss decided to “put me in my place”. I decided that my place was somewhere else and that hers was in the unemployment line.

So my old boss (beloved by all) left the company last year. While they were trying to find a replacement, upper management decided that the person in charge of another department should be our boss (for the time being, of course). This person, let’s call her Dina, does not have a single iota of what anyone on this team does. Nor does she want to learn what we do. Fine, whatever, just let me do my work, get my money, and leave me alone.

This issue comes in when she suddenly decides that we are disrespecting her with everything we do. Not early enough to a meeting (15 minutes is her “latest earliest”)? DISRESPECT! Have to step away to use the restroom? DISRESPECT! Take your PTO that’s offered by the company? DISRESPECT! Finally, I have enough and start documenting every instance (with proof and witnesses) into a massive Excel sheet. At this point, sure it’s annoying and I’m passively looking for new work, but I’ve dealt with worse.

The breaking point for me came during my Yearly Review. This is the first and (hopefully) ONLY time I’ve ever been put on a PIP plan. I was told repeatedly that I was lazy and disrespectful (despite SEVERAL clients providing positive feedback and me working until 22h most nights). But I keep quiet, I tow the line, until I have a new job. Then, I let the floodgates open.

Now, something important to note is that while our former boss was great, we weren’t all going to quit in solidarity with her. But me? Well…that’s a bit of a different story. In addition to my job, I also worked to make my coworkers’ jobs easier too. I was kind of the “glue” holding that entire team together. So when I quit, everyone else on my team did as well. And what did our team do you might ask? Well, we supplied a service that brought in the majority of the revenue. With no one to supply the service, the business would head towards bankruptcy.

Back to the story, when I put in my resignation, I decided to include the spreadsheet to provide further insight as to why I was leaving. And to top it all off, I decided to BCC the CEO. He and I are pretty close and he’s told me on multiple occasions that he would do anything to keep me employed there. When he found out about Dina’s antics, he held true to his word. Asked if he should fire Dina. Now, Dina may be a dick, but she has young kids and I’m not a dick. So I told him no, but if anyone else leaves because of her, then he should rethink her employment.

Well my last day comes and goes…and the rest of the team puts in their resignations…effective immediately, citing disrespect from Dina specifically. With no team to manage, CEO decides that Dina no longer has a place at the company and decides to fire her with no severance. How do I know? Dina decided to spam call me for several days. But my new fancy job is at a law firm and I was able to get one of them to draft up a cease and desist. Haven’t heard a peep since and now I’m just enjoying my new gig, Dina free.

So I have an update to this: https://www.reddit.com/r/NuclearRevenge/comments/1bvc68q/threaten_my_friend_with_revenge_porn_ill_ruin/

Barely 12 hours later.

Before I get into the update though, I want to clarify a few things from my original post, primarily about the contact to the employer, and why. Some questioned its truthfulness. While the entire story is true, some details were omitted for various reasons. There was more she/I had in our posession that did positively identify this individual.

So, would "a lawyer" contact his employer, like some stated would not be done? Depends! I did not do what I did on behalf of a client who retained me. I did it as a friend to help a friend. And as her friend who is also a labor and employment law attorney I knew exactly how to squeeze this.

And here's the thing. I was absolutely aware, from the onset, that the "revenge porn threat" would go nowhere with his employer. Even if I could clearly lay out how the person with this screen name was in fact this person who works at this company all we had are screenshots. If it was just the revenge porn threat, any employer would go "well, thank you for bringing it to our attention, but even if we accept our employee uses this screen name, and we neither confirm nor deny anyone of that name works here, we have no provenance on this, this is just an alleged screenshot of an alleged conversation that could be easily edited and manipulated. Please feel free to pursue this with local authorities and rest assured, should we be asked to, we will cooperate fully with any law enforcement inquiry, but we have no further comment at this time"

And I know that's what they would say because that's exactly what I would say. An alleged screenshot of an alleged conversation that was allegedly sent under an alleged username that is allegedly one of our employees? Whatever dude, call the cops if you're worried about it, we'll answer them honestly if they come to us.

The issue wasn't the revenge porn threat. It was the picture of the contents of the work laptop.

Because that can't be faked. There's no way for her or me to create a false image of the actual proprietary information on his work computer unless he sent it. There's no way for me or her to have posession of images taken of his coworkers without their consent unless he sent them.

The proof here wasn't that this person broke the law. It's that he sent pictures of company employees and property which would absolutely be verifiable by their IT department that yes, this is absolutely his laptop.

That's what would get him fired.

So I advised my friend not to block him, to sit back and wait and not respond to anything but let him dig himself in deeper.

And respond he did.

Update: he's been fired. So, with now definitive proof that the individual in the online conversation is in fact this person, we'll forward it all to the local authorities in his country, along with his license plate number. They're more than capable of getting his home address.

My very good friend made...some slightly dumb mistakes and sent some pictures to someone that she reasonably thought she could trust, but not knowing much more than than his first name, his screen name, and roughly where he lived and the type of work he did. He is not in our country but had indicated that he would be traveling for work to near us shortly, and they had made some plans to meet.

And when she got some red flags and backed out, the dude threatened to publish these pictures online.

I am, incidentally, an attorney.

So, some searching later, and gathering up any pictures he sent her of him, that could possibly identify him, his online handle let me to a TikTok page, which lead me to an instagram page with his name on it.

That lead to a linkedin page with his place of work that matched a picture he sent with a branded polo he was wearing.

Some more searches got me the email of the CEO, VP of HR, operations manager, and public relations manager.

I just fired off an email on behalf of my client of the screenshots of him threatening revenge porn, snippets of the conversation showing that username while he sent that exact picture of him wearing his company's branded apparel, links to how I know it's him, along with pictures he sent her of his motorcycle with the license plate showing, as further proof it is him. I also included screenshots of him discussing a workplace incident that were time stamped, along with pieces of dialogue discussing how he had sex with an ex at his place of work, and discussing plans to have sex with her in his office as well.

I also included a picture he sent her showing his work laptop with his entire outlook calendar, along with proprietary information (which he sent to "prove he was busy") along with other pictures he took of his workplace with non-consenting employees.

I further informed his employer that I will be forwarding all this information to local (to them) law enforcement and since he had indicated that he would be traveling to the United States soon, will also forward this to the local office of the Federal Bureau of Investigation as, since my client is a US citizen on US soil, these threats constituted a federal crime. So that should they continue with his employment, and continue with their plans to send him to the United State for work, I will ensure, on behalf of my client that federal law enforcement is waiting for him on arrival. Which I will do, as one of the assistant US attorney's for this region is a law school buddy of mine.

Since I have his license plate # I know where he lives, and will be contacting his local authorities tomorow.

You dumb mother fucker thinking you were hiding around anonymity thinking you could threaten my friend? It took me 45 minutes to destroy your life.

This whole thing started exactly a year ago but just ended, and a friend told me to post here so off we go.

İ live in Turkiye, and as you know south east of my country was wrecked by a couple of giant earthquakes a year ago. My city was the epicenter, and while the house i lived with my family wasnt destroyed a lot of shelves got knocked off and one of them was the one where i held my Gunpla kits. Out of all the kits i had, only one survived a MG The O that was heavily customised. İ had built it with my grandfather who passed away a few years ago, so i was ecstatic it survived. A few months after everything had calmed down so my mother called her relatives for dinner, which included Aunt B.not for bitch, her name does start with the letter B). She came alonside her son which is 8 and is an entitled brat. While the adults were drinking coffee this little brat barged in my room and demanded to play with my computer which i refused since i was editing a video for my college society and had the camera on. Well the brat went back crying to her mother who came and started yelling at me. While i was dealing with her her little brat climbed my desk and took my model kit then immediately dropped it and stepped on it. Rest is just yelling, me swearing them up and down and telling them they were gonna pay for it with her calling me a weirdo for still having "toys" and that she wasnt gonna pay for shit. My mother was as first a bit not into making her pay to keep peace, but when she realised it as the kit i made with my late grandfather (her father) she was angrier than i was and went out for blood.

We took the case to a friend of ours who is a lawyer that specialises with in-family cases, and they told us since my camera caught it all, we would definetly win it but it was better to come to an aggrement out of court in a settlement since it ould be cheaper. İ pulled out a price list of the kits i needed to make an exact replica of the one that was destroyed and it came just about 1k USD which came to about 25k-27k TRY with the exchange rate. Well she refused so we took her to court. She pulled all kinds of bullshit to not pay and delay, but the judge ended up making her pay 1650 usd plus an order for her to pay any border taxes on the replacement kits alongside the court and lawyer fees. It completely fucked her savings and her husband who was already waiting for a chance to divorce her took it. When it all ended up she had nothing and even lost her brats custody to her ex husband and she not only lost the downpayment she had for a house she lost all her savings and didnt get alimony from her husband.

Am i happy her life got completely fucked? No not really. Do i feel sorry it happened? Not in the slightest. She and her crotch goblin fucked around and found out, its that simple. İ feel bad for her husband though, he is gonna be the one trying to make that brat into a normel person and i dont envy it in the slightest.

Get ready for a wild ride, folks. This is the story of how my battle with a neighbor over my beloved garden led me to transform his pristine yard into a swamp, and in the process, I became a local legend.
It all started when I moved into a new house, which came with a small but charming garden. Gardening quickly became my passion, and I spent months turning that space into a blooming paradise, full of flowers and a few veggies. My neighbors seemed to appreciate the view, all except one: let's call him "Grumpy Greg."
Grumpy Greg was the kind of guy who took too much pride in his perfectly manicured lawn, the type that looks more like a golf course than a yard. He despised my garden, calling it "untidy" and "an eyesore" that attracted pests. I tried to reason with him, offered to keep it more contained, even suggested setting up a small fence. But no, Greg wanted it gone.
One morning, I woke up to find most of my garden destroyed. Flowers uprooted, veggies trampled, and my small birdbath smashed. I knew it was Greg. No proof, but who else would it be? I was furious, heartbroken, but then, inspiration struck.
I remembered Greg's one true love: his flawless lawn. I did some research and found the perfect, most diabolical yet completely legal revenge. I bought hundreds of "water retention crystals," the kind meant to help soil retain moisture for plants. Except, I wasn't planning on using them for their intended purpose.
Under the cover of night, I went to work, spreading these crystals all over Greg's precious lawn. These tiny crystals are harmless, but when they come into contact with water, they expand, holding many times their weight in water. And wouldn't you know, the forecast predicted a week of heavy rain starting the next day.
The rain came, and the crystals did their job too well. Greg's perfect lawn transformed into a squishy, waterlogged mess. Every step taken on the grass felt like stepping on a waterbed. The lawn mower got stuck, and the yard had become the neighborhood's newest swamp.
Greg was livid, blaming everyone and everything for his misfortune but couldn't prove a thing. It took weeks for the effects to wear off, and by then, his lawn never truly recovered.
In the meantime, I rebuilt my garden, even better than before. Neighbors who learned about the ordeal (and Greg's role in destroying my garden) came to help, bringing plants, seeds, and even a new birdbath. My garden became a symbol of the community, a place where neighbors would stop by to chat and admire the flowers.
As for Greg, he became a lot less grumpy, especially after I casually mentioned how "unpredictable" gardening can be and how it's "important to have good relationships with your neighbors." He got the message loud and clear.
So, that's the tale of how I turned a bully's yard into a swamp and, in the process, united our little community. Sometimes, a bit of creative thinking (and a whole lot of water retention crystals) is all it takes to stand up to a bully and come out on top.

EDIT: since people keep saying this is not real because I called it a small town but it has a big school… when you grow up in the same town with the same kids and same siblings and same families and same houses and jobs and clubs and sports… for 18 years straight, it gets small and feels small, sorry it’s not a population of 3 and dropping. Further, you could easily find the article about this crime, proving it did happen if mods need proof I have it all.

TLDR at bottom, if this isn’t enough for this sub let me know and I’ll move it but been a long time lurker. Characters: Me (18M) unmedicated senior. Psycho Incel, referred to as PI (m16). So for backstory I was the only gay kid in what felt like my entire small deep south southern town, and came out very young so that identity kinda stuck. My family was mostly very supportive and I’m grateful for that because outside of 2-3 friends I might as well have had a scarlet A branded to my forehead.

Eventually though a few other people came out, one being PI,a very wealthy spoiled all american entitled kid who drove a very, very expensive new car. Now when he first came out it was to no one’s surprise, but regardless a mutual friend was worried it would be a hard time, and asked if I would befriend him, give him tips on how to get through it etc, I of course said yes (Big Mistake). Now by this time I never cared what anyone thought because the people who mattered had already made it apparent and vice versa, so, I was pretty open about the fact that I was actively dating someone much much older than me (I don’t want to hear it that’s not the point of the story and it was a wonderful and healthy relationship that my conservative traditional dad even supported so shut up).

Now, after getting coffee with PI and being friendly he apparently developed feelings for me, and after he confessed, I gently told him I was seeing someone and that I was very happy (this was common knowledge in our gossip ridden highschool anyhow) and that was apparently not acceptable to PI and he went ballistic. In small towns there are often what’s known as junior senior wars, where the two grades have a war of harmless albeit annoying pranks. However, our school was not completely uncivilized, so there was a group chat for both grades to discuss rules, limits (such as no damaging, no hitting houses if someone expressed that they weren’t participating, renting etc). Well in that group chat with over 1,000 kids PI thought it would be a great time to drop bombshell number one.

I had expressed that I was not participating, to not hit my house it’s rented, and so on and so forth. Cue PI responding directly and saying “What you can’t afford to buy it with all the money you’ve been making being a prostitute for your 50 year old boyfriend?” (I would like to say first off, my boyfriend was nowhere near that age!). I saw red. I love that man to death and felt a forehead vein practically hemorrhage. Safe to say the rumor passed throughout the highschool and the community. My coaches took me aside, our extra religious teachers tormented me more, and I was a pariah. Oh well, I had acceptance to a top university, my friends, boyfriend, and family. I was almost done. Then the next rumor dropped and this is when I went nuclear.

One day, I got a call from my friend, and immediately I knew something was wrong. Apparently little PI had decided it was a good idea to lie and tell people I had, 1) cheated on my boyfriend , 2) made a video with him and 3) it was with a junior, someone under 18. None of which was remotely true. Thankfully he was very popular and very straight, and also was an obsession of PI’s and knew where it came from, and he agreed to, in writing express none of this was true, and gave me copious amounts of evidence (screenshots of texts, instagram dms, etc of PI’s online harassment). I kept all of this in a file just in case this ever got out and I needed to defend myself (and thankfully it never became more than a funny impossible salacious story made up about me). However, it was too late for him, as I was already very mentally unstable and this would have ruined everything I was riding on. NOW onto the revenge (finally).

So not only was PI’s car brand new, but it was a new car because he had destroyed his old one and was not getting another (love small town gossip but also driving through someone’s house is pretty conspicuous lol). Now, I’ll admit I did not come up with this, I read it in a fanfiction, but it actually worked out very well. First thing I did was go to the furthest bait and tackle shop I could find and bought catfish bait. Now, if you don’t fish you might not know, but catfish love the stinkiest, smelliest bait you can find, and I bought a whole jar of the slop. I knew the parking lot of my school had no security or cameras because my car had already been vandalized ( I did embrace the f word carved into my door with pride eventually).

And then, I got to work in the cold February morning. First thing I did was hammer nails into three of his tires. Now, this wouldn’t pop them immediately, but they would eventually each deflate at much more inconvenient places and nails would look more accidental than if they were slashed. Then, I took poison Ivy and rubbed it all over the door handles of his car. Afterwards, I took a mix of gravel and vaseline and spread it all over the windshield wipers, which would just scratch the hell out of it once he used them. My FAVORITE however was using the catfish bait. Knowing enough about cars (i.e. copious googling) I figured out how to get to the AC portion and poured in the catfish bait. Sadly, I wouldn’t be able to witness this but, he wouldn’t be using his AC for another month or so since it’s still cold. All that time for it to rot, fester, congeal, and the first day it’s warm and he decides to blast AC his car will be filled with the fumes of a thousand rotten piles of roadkill and low tide without any idea where it’s coming from or how to get rid of it.

The next part of this story is honestly out of pure dumb luck, and I can’t claim complete responsibility for the universes’ work. However, I, being the obsessive paranoid type, would check his socials from a burner account now and again (perhaps hoping to hear about his fishy car or to see if he aired out more rumors about me). One day I found something odd: nothing. Every single social media was gone. Out of pure curiosity I googled his name, and found something very juicy, and very crazy. He was arrested in an entirely different state for attempting to impersonate a government official and bring a gun into a theme park. Safe to say that didn’t fly, but it also did not get enough traction as I would like. And thus, I sent it to everyone I knew in our small town, his summer job, future college, our highschool, that giant group chat of over a thousand people? Yeah, got sent there as well. By the end of the day he was a pariah, jobless, and collegeless. I left my town, and honestly haven’t heard anything about him since but I can’t imagine he amounted to much being that insane, and with that type of crime as well.

Tldr guy is mad I wont date him, tells my town Im a prostitute because of the age difference, then further tries to tell people Im a p*dophile, so I destroy his car and ruin his reputation.

So I’m not sure if this goes here, this story is only minimally about me and I’m barely connected. Just let me know if I should post elsewhere.

So a few months back I found my cat Jiji on the street. He was so young, maybe a couple months old, so I felt as if I couldn’t just leave him there. He also looked extremely malnourished and it was so heartbreaking to see. Just in case he was an escaped kitten, I posted flyers all over the neighborhood and on lost pet forums for my area. Absolutely no one contacted me so I took him to the vet and registered him as my pet (vaccinated, chipped, and neutered when he was old enough). When I first found him, I thought he was a Russian Blue. He looked exactly like them down to the face shape and eye color. As he got older, the stripes he has never faded like breeders said they would, so I abandoned the idea that he is a Russian Blue. Besides, it’s downright preposterous that an expensive breed of cat would be abandoned like that, right?

Out of curiosity, even though he’s legally my cat now, I decided to check the neighborhood watch and lost pet forums. Thats when I found a post from one of my neighbors going absolutely nuclear on another neighbor, exposing her and her business. I’ll call the nuclear neighbor Daisy and the total waste of air Karen.

From what I read on Daisy’s post, she feeds the local strays. There’s one in particular, a tabby, that liked to hang out in her lawn. Her nextdoor neighbor, Karen, is a cat breeder, specifically for Russian Blue cats. Karen hates Daisy because she feeds the strays and was worried about them ruining her business. One day, Daisy hears screaming coming from Karen’s house, sounds of objects being thrown, general commotion. She stepped outside, ready to call the police believing it to be a domestic disturbance. Instead, she watched Karen chase the tabby out of her house, smacking it with a broom and trying to kill it. They get into an argument, which prompts Daisy to write about it for the first time on the neighborhood watch.

About 4-5 months later, there’s more disturbance at Karen’s house. Yelling, screaming, bumping around. Once again, Daisy steps outside to see if they need help and sees Karen angrily stomping out of her house with a box. She walks down the street a bit and Daisy discreetly follows her. Karen reaches the tiny playground in the neighborhood and throws the box into the bushes. Daisy goes to the bush and sees a bunch of kittens in the box, around the box, and in the bushes. She tries to grab them all but a couple run off and she can’t catch them. Daisy is pissed, brings the kittens that she managed to catch home, and goes to confront Karen. Karen is also mad at her, blaming Daisy’s feeding of the strays for losing her thousands of dollars. The tabby that hangs out around the house apparently got Karen’s cat pregnant and she couldn’t sell the kittens because they’re not purebred and it’s obvious.

After their argument, Daisy takes the kittens to the vet and most have injuries; broken tails, injured ribs, etc. Once Daisy got home, she reported Karen for animal abuse and then started to expose Karen online. Everywhere she could, Daisy told people not to buy from Karen, even going on to her breeder page and exposing what she did to the kittens. From what she knows, Karen completely lost her business. Despite this, every month Daisy will post about Karen and warn people not to buy from her just in case.

Now I’m not sure if Jiji is apart of the kittens that came from that, he could very well be just a gray tabby from strays, but the timeline matches up. I’m not sure if Karen is or is going to face legal charges for the abuse she did to those kittens, but I sure damn hope so.

This occurred when I was in college back in the 1990s.

I was attending a private college in Canada that was quite famous for its program. It was tough to get in, had limited seats, and was an accelerated course. Classes were 830-17:00 Monday-Friday (mix of lab and classes) and 900-1300 on Saturdays for one of the labs. Without fail, after the 1st few weeks, people were getting accused of cheating because they were handing in labs that were the same as others had. EVERY lab was unique, so there could be no duplication. The profs would assume that the 1st person who handed it a particular lab was the one who did it and that anyone else who did it was cheating.

Over a few months myself, one of my roommates and several of our friends(around 8) had been warned about cheating. A few were blamed twice, and their mark was recorded as 0 for that lab. One was expelled for a third occurrence.

To say that we were upset about this was an understatement. The courses were hard enough without having to deal with a zero or being kicked out. It took us a bit to work out who was doing it. What we found out is one of our classmates would make a copy of someone else lab if they stepped away (ie to go to the bathroom) and didn't get someone to guard their papers. We went to the Profs and admins and they wouldn't do anything as we didn't have definitive proof, and said it wasnt possible as he had been caught for cheating once too.

What do a group of over-achieving, pissed-off nerds do? Revenge!

One of our friends followed him to his home one night, he lived 30-40 min outside of the city. Once we had his address, we came up with a plan. If he cant get to class, he can't copy our shit. A trip to a hardware store for some supplies. We went there at 3 am a few days later. Once we got to where he lived, we put his car up on blocks, deflated, and cut open a large hole in the top of the tires, they filled them with quick set post cement that some of us had been mixing on the drive there. after 20-30 min we took his car off the blocks and left. Note it takes about 5 gallons to fill a tire :)

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He didn't show up to class for a few days, due to "car issues" but he was back late that week, and few a few weeks it looked like he learned his lesson. Then he somehow copied my roommates (for the 3rd time) and my roommate got the boot. He was livid, all of us were pissed off. so we went with a new plan. Roommate wanted to kill him. Took several hours to get him not to.

I spent a few evenings getting some things prepared several of us were making and drying copious amounts of rust. well a few were filing down some aluminium fence tension bars. I mixed them together is a specific ratio and added a few dozen chunks of Magnesium ribbon, put it all in a mason jar, went for a visit at the end of the week. The roommate placed the jar on the hood of his car, stuck some Mg ribbon into the top, lit it, and ran like hell to where we were parks a block away.

And that was that Those of us still in school were mostly able to graduate with a tech diploma or technician and technologist diploma. The problematic classmate only came back one time to get all of his stuff that was at the school. He talked to a few people in the class trying to figure out if someone there had did it or if it was someone else (apparently he had pissed off a lot of people over the time he lived there)

He said the car was totaled. Insurance didn't pay out due to having only PLPD. Couldnt afford a new one. The town he lived in was going after him for the damage to the road from the thermite. Land lord had asked him to leave as well due to him being the target of vandals.

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After being asked by many people why that wasn't posted to Nuclear or Pro Revenge I have decided to try again. Moderators at pro explained why it didn't qualify and suggested Nuclear but it never posted after my submission. I think maybe it was because my account was only days old, so fingers cross it works this time.

I met my ex in 2012, right after I had just turned 30. I had only dated and been with women exclusively until I came out as bi-sexual at 28. Let’s just say the year I was 29 was a busy year making up for what I missed out on. It was mostly casual hookups (yes, safe) and I did try dating 2 different guys for a few weeks, but it just never worked out or got serious. I kinda figured that I’d probably end up marrying a woman or not getting married at all because I just didn’t see myself catching romantic and sexual feelings for a guy. Then I met Ryan. From the first date it was just like the only other time in my life I had fallen in love…butterflies, constantly thinking about him, wanting to spend every moment with him. He fell for me hard too and we became an item, though he did say while he considered my bisexuality a turn on, because he had a thing for straight guys, it also gave him pause because of my desires for the opposite sex and his concern it may lead me astray. I thought about it and understood it was a legitimate worry, but assured him that I couldn’t even think about anyone else because I was really into him. Note: I knew he was the one by the end of the first month and I was in love, but I wasn’t going to say these things too soon and risk scaring him off.

On our first date he admitted to me that he was legally blind due to a genetic disorder and that it was progressive and eventually he would only have a sliver of his peripheral vision. He immediately said he understood if I didn’t want to see him again because no other guy had wanted to date him and be his driver all of the time. I grew up with a brother in a wheelchair who never learned how to walk or talk due to misdiagnosed meningitis at 6 months old back in the 70s. I told him that and said that what my brother had was a severe disability, so in my perspective, his blindness had no effect in my feelings and that always being the driver was a small sacrifice just to be with him.

The following years were bliss. We brought out the best in each other. My family who was surprised, but very supportive when I came out, adored Ryan and treated him like family and said that I acted happier since we’d been together. When I met him he was working part-time in retail and had done very poorly in high school because he lost a lot of his confidence as his vision deteriorated. I told him that one thing I did insist on was that he do something with his life because he had too much to offer and that I would help. He said that he’d wanted to be a teacher but didn’t think someone with limited vision could teach….nonsense. So I put him through community college for 2 years, then 2.5 years of a local university and finally the 1 year teacher certification program as required by California. I drove countless miles and paid hundreds in public transportation costs for him, never blinking an eye or complaining.

We’d been together for 7.5 years and were engaged to be married in October by the time he was in his last semester of his teaching certification which involved him student teaching at his former high school with his favorite teacher from his days in school. Then the pandemic hit and schools closed. Fortunately he’d had enough hours in the classroom that he would still qualify to be certified after the Governor issued a waiver via executive order. On the 3rd day of the stay at home order in March my life crumbled when I innocently found out he had cheated on me with an ex all because he handed his phone to me to show me something on Instagram. I accidentally fat thumbed the back arrow when he gave it to me taking me back to a list of all his messages. I looked and recognized the name of his ex, Jonny, as the second message, dated a week ago. I clicked on it and my heart sank. Directions to my house, pictures, dirty talk, and reassuring Jonny not to worry about me because he had my location on my “Find My Friends,” just in case I came home from work.

I immediately started screaming demanding to know everything and he admitted to having his ex over twice for sex and that they didn’t use protection (Jonny was engaged to his gf during this, adding another victim). Then he admitted to sleeping with his straight but curious recently single cousin Tyler, twice, again no protection. Finally he admitted to sleeping with a supposedly straight guy named Tomas that he and many of my cousins went to school with who I told Ryan I really didn’t like him or want them talking because I didn’t trust him after what I'd read about him. Since they were never close friends I didn’t feel like this was a big sacrifice or that I was being too controlling AND I assumed that he knew why I (and all my cousins) felt that way, but didn’t bother repeating it. The reason was after high school at age 20 this guy was convicted of sexual assault and penetration with a foreign object against a 16 year old girl and had gone to jail and required to register as a sex offender for life. Apparently my ex was the only person in his graduating class that hadn’t heard that news. All of this happened in my home while I was working. We spent the whole weekend crying with me asking over and over why and him repeatedly crying and saying he just didn’t know and that he felt terrible.

Monday comes around and anger started being as common as sadness and I made a comment that said I was going to pull all the phone records going back the 3 years that AT&T kept them (for a fee). Only when he heard that did he admit to one more guy. Some random named Frankie off the gay hookup app Grindr who was the first guy he cheated with and continued to casually hookup with for nearly 2 years with the last time being in February (the month before). He told me how it started. Get this – it was the DAY AFTER his graduation with his BA in May 2018 and he was drunk from celebrating and wanted to have sex. I too had been celebrating with him and said I was too drunk to perform and said I’d make it up the next day, then passed out asleep on the couch. Apparently he was “angry horny” because he downloaded Grindr, chatted with this Frankie fellow and arranged to have sex in his car in a church parking lot across the street from our condo (which happens to be across the street from a school…this fact is important later), all while I slept on the couch. All the times they hooked up after that was again in my condo while I was working or visiting a friend for the night up the coast (he used to love going but started saying he couldn’t occasionally because of “homework” and “studying.”

I absolutely lost it, told him to get in the car and I drove him to his family’s house so he could tell them what he did so they understood why he was moving back into their house. While he was in the house I was in the driveway on the phone with AT&T ordering the 3 years worth of detailed call/text logs, then made an appointment to be screened for STIs. I suspended his service until he could figure out how to pay for his own damn phone, then I temporarily changed all his passwords on the social media accounts he cheated with and to make sure he couldn't hide more evidence so only I would have access to his cloud (we shared each others passwords on his suggestions years before). I also called the bank and issued a stop payment on his final tuition check that I had sent to the certification program the week before and hadn’t hit the bank yet. Before deleting his social media, except Facebook, I took screenshots of the entire Instagram conversation with Jonny the ex and mailed the conversation to his fiancée, who deserved to know so she could see a doctor and get tested too. His family was very religious and had kicked him out in high school for 3 days when he tried to admit he was bi and only took him back in when he took it back. Needless to say, she ended it, he got kicked out. ONE DOWN.

He came back out to the car and we went home. I took his house key and told him to say goodbye to our 3 pets and get packing. The entire time he packed I studied those phone records to find out dates, times and if there was anyone else he was leaving out. He answered every question I asked and it was then that I discovered that Tomas the sex offender and he had only had oral sex in my home and that the actual sex was in the same parking lot he screwed the Frankie guy in.

The wheels started turning and the next day I walked over to the church and sure enough spotted a camera. I spoke to a secretary (sweet old lady) at the church and informed them about a registered sex offender having sex in their lot and that not only was it a violation of his parole for indecent exposure, but that he was not allowed to be that close to a school and I provided the date. I was in luck! They had a digital two year loop system that started deleting day by day after it had been retained for 2 years. It was April 2020 and he first cheated with Frankie in May 2018 and the sex offender was in April 2019. I told them I was filing a police report and that probation would require a copy of it eventually. They said they would save the file and allowed me a thumb drive of both days to submit with my police report. Within a month Tomas the sex offender was locked up again. TWO DOWN.

I also filed a police report against the Frankie guy. The police said it was a relatively minor infraction but since it was across from a school playground and skate park they would follow up but there would be no jail time. I researched the hell out of Frankie and called him to confront him. He was smug and admitted to knowing about me the whole time. What he didn’t know is that I had found out he had a job that required a security clearance and he had several judgements against him and collection agencies had been looking for him (best $ I ever spent on a data collection site). I didn’t know why they couldn’t find him and just garnish his wages, but it ends up he was Hispanic and had two last names and was a Jr., plus he frequently by his middle name Francisco, Frankie for short…so he got lost in the paperwork confusion. I sent a letter to the collection agencies providing his employer and current location and contact info and then sent a copy of the police report about misdemeanor indecent exposure for which he pled guilty and it was a fine with community service (not considered a sex crime). His wages did get garnished, but only for two paychecks because the misdemeanor was enough for him to lose his security clearance and get fired. THREE DOWN.

Then I contacted Ryan’s family on his mother’s side pretending to be him from his Facebook account making sure they knew he had fucked his cousin Tyler. It spread through the family like wildfire and soon Tyler was contacting me because he couldn’t get a hold of Ryan to ask why he would expose what they did. I just laughed and said you shouldn’t screw your cousins, especially when they’re engaged and that he’d messed around in my house, so now it was my turn for payback. FOUR DOWN.

Lastly, I had already stopped payment but since he was so close to finishing I was sure his family would bail him out and pay the university. Like I said, indecent exposure is usually a slap on the wrist type misdemeanor. However, I remembered some of the paperwork he signed to be a mandated reporter that you could lose teaching certification for “documented acts of moral turpitude.” I sent a copy of both police reports from the parking lot with still shots from the security footage clearly showing Ryan’s face to the school district he’d been student teaching in and a copy to the Commission on Teacher Credentials. FIFTH AND FINAL DOWN!

Admittedly, I did all this out of anger but he shattered my sense of self-worth and made me incredibly bitter and untrusting after years of being generous and supporting him. Everywhere I looked in the town I thought of Ryan and the cheating. I felt a terrible energy in my condo knowing it all happened there. I stayed 9 months and watched all 5 of their lives self-destruct. Then sold my condo (making a nice profit) and relocated to the PNW to start over. One thing that is sad is I found out just recently that his ex-who’s fiancé broke up with him ended up committing suicide several months after I moved. It is too bad that his family was so closed minded to turn on their own son, but in the end, it’s not my fault that he cheated on his fiancé by coming into my home at my fiancé’s invitation to cheat. Suicide is never the answer to ones problems and I hope the fiancée he cheated on doesn't blame herself and that only his family does (as they should).

TLDR: I emotionally and financially supported my ex through college and his teacher credential program for over 7 years only to discover he had cheated on me with 4 different guys, one of them the day after he graduated and then occasionally for nearly two years in my home while I was at work. I took my revenge: My ex lost his career before it even started and our relationship, one AP (affair partner) lost his job and had bill collectors after him, another lost his fiancée and was kicked out, a third was humiliated when his entire family found out he had sex with his cousin and the fourth was put in jail for a violating probation. Lesson: Don't Cheat and Deceive or Fuck Around and Find Out.

UPDATE: For those that haven't seen the original posts comments, yes, I did seek therapy. This was 4 years ago and after 18 months of therapy that didn't really help, I was referred to a newer therapy for PTSD called Ketamine Infusion Therapy and it was like magic. In 6 sessions over 3 weeks I was relieved of all my pent up anger and resentment and actually able to trust and date again. I am now happily married and settled in the PNW.

A childhood friend that was the most empathetic, kind guy I've ever know did a hitch in the navy, went into computers, and played guitar in a band married a 'Pretty Mean' girl that liked the idea of a big wedding and musician husband, but had no interest in a marrage. She was her family's golden child, drop dead gorgeous, and completely narcissistic spoiled.

They buy land. He borrows money and has his family build their house to reduce costs, he was paying them back over time while she spent money and socialized, sometimes working a part time job.

Inside of 2 years she's bored and starts an affair (or we think never stopped affairs) but gets caught and while the empathetic guy tries to work things out, she makes false accusations of domestic abuse and files for divorce, with restraining order keeping him out of the home he and his family built with their own hands.

Now keep in mind he's still paying his family back for the home, still ordered to pay for the land, and most of the upkeep/maintiance, he's back in his childhood bedroom while his wife entertains her men in that house.

With some research by the lawyer, the family still technically owned the house...

Now, my family owned a heavy equipment business, including house/structural movers. (Look up house movers to verify what I said)

When she went on vacation with her family and new boyfriend, we went in, jacked up the house and drove off with it... REPOSESSED! The structure wasn't covered in the court order, just the mortgaged land.

She had legal claim to the land, her name was on the mortgage, but the structure appeared nowhere on the deed, and there was still money owed on most of the materials/labor, so it was simply reposted.

Now, the judge wasn't happy at all, but it wasn't illegal to repossess since the land mortgage was the only thing he was court ordered to pay.

She came home to foundation, pipes & wires sticking out of the ground, and a crappy used yard barn with her personal possessions in it...

Now, it wouldn't be 'Nuclear' if it stopped there... since the main character has recently passed away, I can tell more...

We had a guy we called 'Big Bob', and the name fits. Everyone probably knows someone that defies jail, death, is a walking demolition crew, and in fact we called him 'Demolition Man' for a while after the movie.

Apparently Someone put huge dildos smeared with dried whip cream crust in her possessions found when her dad and friends came to get the rest of her possessions out of the yard barn. There were also extreme insertion porn and beastality porn magazines, bongs shaped like cocks, etc.

Someone used her pictures in the 'Dating' magazines (pre-internet) for a paid escort with her phone number. Her parents even had to change their phone numbers a few times...

Someone got those change of address cards from the post office and sent her mail around the country.

Someone knew exactly when the legal separation happened, and she was supposed to get her own car insurance, but she didn't get that letter. Her car burned down in her workplace parking lot a few days after the legal separation happened, and of course, she didn't get the insurance company notification in the mail, so no insurance.

Someone had intimate pictures printed, man's face blacked out on fliers, the printing pointed out that WASN'T her husband at the time and stuck them under windshield wipers at her family's church, everyplace she worked, all around her neighborhood... Cops got involved in that, but they couldn't find where the fliers were printed... Big Bob was an over the road truck driver...

Everything died down when she finally agreed to let our friend buy her out on the land for a reasonable sum (paying for it twice) and drop the restraining order...

Less than a week after he had clear title the house showed back up right where it was before. Since it was still on the steel used to move it, all we had to do was stick a truck back under it and take it back, hook it up.

This was until she decided to marry a guy from a hard working family that were doing well... She 'Love Bombed' the poor, hardworking sap, he never knew what hit him...

She had a bachelorette party with her 'Pretty Mean' girlfriends at a local recreation lake and rubbed it in her bachelorette party was going to cost more, be better than her wedding to my friend...

I think that's what qued the nuclear revenge.

The fliers showed up all over at his bachelor party (at his parents house with his family), and her bachlorette party got busted for drugs where they found several people in various stages of undress including the bride to be and quite a bit of drugs, bunches of alcohol, etc.

When that wedding blew up, the wedding dress from the first marrage to our friend showed up on a scare crow with a pentagram on the front, what looked like blood (paint) on it in her front yard. No one even missed the wedding dress from the first wedding until then.

Every woek place, everytime she dated someone seriously, etc the fliers showed back up. She finally gained about 50-70 pounds and quit trying to date seriously (she looked like her 70 pound overweight mother but 30 years earlier). She married a fat truck driver eventually...

RIP Big Bob, you were one hell of a friend and we are all going to miss you. We will sing the song of your people and raise a glass to you every time we meet!

So this isn't MY story, but its something that I still kinda turn over a lot in my head whenever I think about it, and it's been several years.

(TW for Animal Cruelty)

So backstory: My very first year in college, I'm at a party, and get to talking with an acquaintance/classmate of a friend. I was and still am a pretty personable guy and so people tend to feel comfortable opening up around me even if they don't know me well. And that's exactly what happened here. We were both decently intoxicated, but this girl was definitely more drunk than I was. For whatever reason, we got on the topic of wild/stupid things we did when we were younger. She then proceeded to tell me this story. I remember it so vividly. Her wording wasn't the most coherent, due to her state, so much of this is paraphrase.

So, a few years prior, when she was in her mid-late teens, she had a cat. This cat was her best friend, had helped her through some very dark times in her personal life, you get the picture. Well one day, her cat unfortunately gets out, runs across the neighbor's dog as they're (presumably) out for a walk, dog snaps and mauls the cat to death. The dog apparently was known for displaying aggressive behaviors but had never actually bitten anyone, and the owner was extremely defensive of it and pretty much blamed the girl because "that's what happens when you have an outdoor cat", or whatever. The girl is, understandably, completely devastated and distraught, family either wouldn't, or couldn't afford to take any sort of legal action at the time, so... She decided to take matters into her own hands.

The exact details were kinda hazy but. From what I could gather, she apparently blended together a bunch of ground meat with some sort of weed killer, stuffed it inside a hen carcass for good measure, waited until it was dark, and threw the whole thing over the neighbor's backyard fence. Short time later the owner is pounding on the door to her house screaming that their dog was dead and they knew it was her that did it. She vehemently denied it, and I guess because she was both a minor at the time and there was technically no way they could prove it was her, nothing ever ended up coming of it, and she never told anyone in the neighborhood or in her family about what she had done.

I was in complete shock when she wrapped up. Left the party not long afterwards for unrelated reasons, and only saw her briefly a handful of times after that before I moved campuses. So I never really got any more info on it out of her, don't know if she even remembers telling me the story. I have very conflicted feelings about it. Knowing what I know about herbicide poisoning, that dog almost definitely did not die a peaceful death, and the lack of even the barest shred of remorse in her voice was chilling. I'm about as pro-revenge as you can get and I can't say I Haven't had some pretty fucked up revenge plans in the past, but God damn. Very glad I never knew her well enough to get on her bad side.

Edit: TW added

It took two days to destroy the life of my abusive mother. We had a long strory, of course. I cut my contacts with her six years ago and just disappeared. I got in contact with my niece (let's call here Eva, 18 yo) a while ago, my mother (Hope, 63 yo) became her caregiver some time after I left. Now Eva lives with me and my husband.

Eva chose to help her grandmother (my mother) financially even after she moved away from her. I didn't get involved with it. As I've told, it's her choice. Eva has left her cashcard to Hope under one simple condition: Hope should notify her if she is going to put or withdraw cash from her card. Hope was free to buy anything she needed with the card, the only thing she has to do is notifying whether she wanted to use the card in other financial operations. Eva was regularly putting money on the card, she've also payed Hope's rent for a year in advance, because my mother cannot afford rent and could turned homeless without help. My mother have fucked me up when I was young and trying to help her, so I refused to get involved with it, and my siblings refused too because of her behavior.

Hope was abusing Eva's help for a while with not notifying her, and Eva knew about it. She wasn't okay with it, of course, but let it slip until yesterday. It turned out that Hope gave Eva's card to the third person for a free use, including putting and withdrawing cash. Eva wrote her asking wtf and why is she using her card this way without asking.

Hope used her best strategy. She blamed Eva for being an asshole, she said that she had no choice. One of the things Hope have said to her that if Eva really mean to help her, then she should shut up and do it without words AND conditions and that Eva doesn't have a right to complain. She've also said that Eva is free to betray her and leave as me and my siblings did after we used her (including one of my older brothers who hadn't even lived with with her from the age of eleven, and Hope never did a thing for him since).

We've had a long conversation with Eva after that. I once again explained that all of this is not Eva's fault and that my mother was always been like that. I wasn't even surprised for the answer Eva has got. I've got similar answers when I was younger. Hope didn't change at all.

Next day Eva told Hope that she is still waiting apologies. She told Hope a ton of things about violation of their agreement, about her manipulations, about her not listening and not caring for people who was trying their best to support her which is why they are leaving her all the time. She pointed out that the current problem is that Hope is crossing all the boundaries set and that not knowing about what is happening with her bank card can put Eva in serious trouble, ESPECIALLY the giving the card away. I've seen screenshots and after reading all of that I believe that Eva tried her best to explain Hope her position.

All that Hope said was "I understood. You are blaming me for being a terrible person and I don't want to fight, go away, live your life, feel free to not care about me anymore. I will better be homeless than be treated like that".

Now Eva had blocked her card and neither Hope nor the third person cannot use it. Eva will also not pay for rent anymore so in July Hope will need to find a place to live in. Eva also called all the relatives who had supported my mother. They are shocked and will never help her anymore as the things Hope told them was completely different but apparently Hope was like that from the young age. They didn't know how Hope had been treating her children and grandchildren, and they thought that in her 50s Hope have finally settled down and matured. They gave Eva their full support and they adviced her to run away, cut Hope off and never cross with her again. They are going to stay in touch with Hope as she is their sister, but they will never believe her again. They have also asked about me. I lived with them when I was a child and I never called them since I turned 18 which is a different story and I am the only person to blame. I love them but I also didn't want to harm them and I actually never believed they would trust me as Hope did insane things to me and my siblings which they didn't know about. I've got their numberfrom Eva and I'm going to call them this Saturday and talk it's all through. Hope have befriended some of my school teachers I was close when I was a teen, and I'm going to find their phones and talk to them too. I do not know if this will work but also I don't want Hope to use them as no one from her family will support her anymore. I'm in rage for all the things she told to Eva.

So in two days Hope have lost her family and her house (not now, but in the future for sure). I will also try to make her to lose her friends so she would have no one to turn to in need. And tou know what? She deserved it for years of abuse. It took me a long time for figuring out what can I do, but we will make her completely destroyed for all that she've done. I'm not sorry for that and I'm pretty sure right now that I'm doing the right thing. I don't want Eva to be as broken as I am.

For r/NuclearRevenge, user: pygmy requested a full story

Caution: I don’t speak English, I SPEAK AUSTRALIAN, (bad words n stuff)

My closet quitting neighbour who smokes:

My street is usually quiet, we mostly all own our houses except for the odd one in each street that is a rental, due to the area improving we don’t have the usual trouble that used to occur, but there are those moments that make things annoying and unpleasant, and the new renter directly across the road from me became one of those unpleasant things that needed to be weeded out.

My house is on a slight decline, living on the low side of the street, so my driveway slopes down to my garage, and from the other side, if you sat down there your invisible to the prying eyes of the houses on the opposite side.

So recently I started finding cigarette butts around where I place my bins, no biggie, I just started tossing them into it and pondered, who the fuck has been smoking here, few days go by and if I was not at work and on a day off cleaning in the garage, sometimes I would notice my neighbour from across the street pop up on the top end of my driveway then turn about, this struck me as a little “odd”, this kept up and I just kept putting the stray butts in the bin, but it annoyed me, why smoke here and flick them to the bin, its less than 2 meters from the bin.

So I had a chat with the wife, had she noticed anyone doing this, despite the obvious disturbed look she gave me she had no clue, knew it wasn’t anyone here in my house, its now just the two of us and eight cats and two dogs, they lack opposable thumbs to operate a lighter, so option B set up a wireless camera, with motion detection, and installed the app on my phone, to alert me, this was possibly one of the better ideas for the day, (man flu that day).

Upon looking at the most security cameras that were available, we settled on eufy, nice little buggers easy to set up, battery operated and last for ages, water proof to boot, so I hid that little fucker under the roof pointing at the gap in the shed door, and It had just enough room to peek at the driveway and bins, think corner of a square hole with a round peg in it, nice big gap to see through, it didn’t take long to find where the butts were coming from, the next bloody day he got caught, brazen as fuck, the asshat swaggers down my driveway, puts his arse in park on it and lights one up, less than 2 FUCKING METERS FROM THE BINS! He smokes that ciggy dry and flicks it at my bins and wonders back to his nest, That. Brazen. Fucking. Littering. Cuntbag. Had to do something but first I have to give him a chance.

So the next roster day I had off, I synced it with his smoking habit, and I waited for the “ping” from the app, sure enough, there he was, on rinse and repeat mode, not wanting to risk startling him and have him scatter like the cockroach he was, I went out the back door, and round the side of the house and out towards the front, as I approached he had just finished up, flicked the butt at the bins and stood up, as he turned around to find me, the proverbial “deer in headlights” as he spotted me, does not quite cover it, what felt like an eternity after he just processed he got busted “what the fuck you want” escaped his lips, I just asked, “mate, if your going to do that, at least smother the butt and put it in the bin”, all this bogan trash could reply with was “ you don’t own this part of the strip, council does, and you can’t make me do shit”, thinking he has won the Olympic gold medal for being a cunt, he shoves past me, walks across the road and returns to his nest, no fucker, no medal for you, GAME FUCKING ON.

So that camera, buy eufy, … it supports dumping events to a NAS Network Address Storage, files get time and date stamped, every time this prick went out to smoke, it secretly took his photo, smoking and flicking the butt at the bin, all I had to do was buy bulk ziplock bags and just dump the butts in them, and write the time and date on them, if they wanted evidence so be it, they can have it. this is what I did for a year, collect his butts, write the time and date on the bag and show it to the camera for authenticity, and leave, so many butts, I wanted this, he wanted this, who was I to deny him.

365 days in a year, could I make it that far, the box was just about full of butts and bags, and its only day 345, its so close but the stench, I had to do it, so I boiled the kettle and made a thermos of coffee, if I have to get up during the reporting of this, its to pee, and I am not going to do the neckbeard bottle piss, … that’s just gross, so I sorted through the photos on the NAS drive, and started prepping for the reporting, report a tosser, brilliant website branding, used it a couple of times before, and it took a few minutes to make a post last time, so logged in and started, each one by one of 345, but it had to be done, one after one after one, the cycle repeated, 200 to go, 100 to go, 50 on the home stretch now, was that enough FUCK NO, the image of his Olympic gold medal had to be reduced to ashes, he was not going to get away with this, carpal tunnel be dammed, it had to be done, finally after the last 50, were done I felt euphoric, exhausted, and dammed proud of myself, so I went to crash in bed, … or so I thought.

“PING”, … wtf, my phone just got an email, “PING” … again, “PING” … fuck me is a reddit post going viral, … “PING”, oh its an email, from report a tosser confirming the reports, … each one individually like I did, “PING” … is this automated or is some poor human… sorry whomever that was, the only casualty in this strike was meant to be my neighbour, “PING” FFS, coming from android that little DND switch on an iPhone is AWESOME!

It took a few days but one day I got the hint something was going down, first he got a letter box stuffed with mail, that’s weird, the next day was some angry noises coming from the house, like real loud, it sounded like a huge blowup between him and his missus, thankfully someone who lived next to him called the police, that shut them up for a bit, and then the notice, WTF WHAT DID I DO, … oh, they are sending a request for the box of Butts, … ok, post them off and be done with it, the FINAL day, I thought I was having a stroke, this can’t be real, I have never seen him in a FUCKING SUIT?!? Oh, yeh, legal, they wanted the butts, he took the “go to court” option, now on the website it specified $250 for an individual per offence, but I had no clue to … well 345 offences, well let’s just say, he left for the day, … and did not return, but eventually a moving truck turned up, and out came the internals of the house, .. tv, fridge, sofa, bed, angry looking woman, crying kids, … ok I feel a little bad for them, but considering who spawned them, .. not so much an ounce of regret.

Eventually I found out that he took a plea for community service and a whopping fine over jail time, upon which his wife left him, so does for better or worse not mean anything, but considering what she had it was probably for the better and any interaction I had with here was far better than then her goal medalist, but that was all I could gather, he’s having to burn the candle at both ends for the both the fine, community service and child support.

God speed my rotten bogan, god speed and good riddance you cunt.

For context, here's the link to the 1st part of my story: https://www.reddit.com/r/NuclearRevenge/s/CRO0QjZdL2

Soooo, something happened in the past weeks. Just before the Christmas holidays actually.

In the last paragraphs of my story, I stated that I'm still occasionally stalking Connor's social media, to see if he was trying to get back on his feet. Well, he did. He tried to get back on his feet.

As I was scrolling, I saw he said he is a shareholder of a "brand-new fitness brand" he works for. I found this odd, since I know he can't afford to move from his mother's house, and he failed his driver's license and can't afford to try again so he can't drive. In other words, he's stuck in the small city where our high school is, with thousands of people who know his name and face and are aware of what he has done. It's near impossible to find a job in these conditions, and I don't see what skills or qualifications he could use to get an online job.

By doing some digging, I found the infamous "fitness brand" and did a bit of searching on their website. I found out that not only he is not on the list of their shareholders, but what he actually got in... Is a pyramid scheme.

I pushed him in a corner so much, that I made him join a pyramid scheme in an desperate attempt to get out of the situation I put him in. He created a second social media account to sell their crap, and never got more than 5 likes on a post.

At first, before realising that this was a pyramid scheme, I was like "Alright, you know the drill at this point" and I was preparing myself to get him fired just like I did before. But now that I know what kind of business this is... I'll just leave him in his own mess. Not only I would be doing him a favour by pulling him out of there, but I don't even know if I could if I really wanted to. They seem shady enough to not care about having felons in their team.

(Here, only 3 types of crimes are considered felonies: Taking someone's life whether it's murder/terrorism/manslaughter/etc, rape, and printing fake money. Of course, aggravating circumstances apply. All other charges are considered at most misdemeanors, which doesn't mean they can't get you locked up for a few years.)

This might be the one and only time I'll ever be thankful for the existence of pyramid schemes. I don't even know what kind of damage they can potentially do to him, and for now I don't see how he could be a threat to anyone; from what I gathered on his social media accounts, it doesn't look like he's in contact with people at the same level as him. If that has to change, I'll warn them individually.

But for now, I finally don't have to worry about this problem for a while (that is, until he inevitably gets out of there). Finding this out truly lifted a weight off my shoulders, to the point that I had almost forgotten I had this information. It's... Liberating, I would say, to finally be at peace. It had not happened in a few years.

One thing doesn't change, though: Go to hell, Connor. And trust me when I tell you that you'll have to wait for me to die before even thinking about starting to have a normal life.

Apologies for the length, I'll be sure to include a TLDR at the end. All names have been changed to protect the innocent. This is actually a story my Dad told me about one of his childhood friends, George, who recently passed away.

Dad and George grew up in a booming city in what's now known as the Rust Belt. You were pretty much guaranteed a job at the major car plant in town. You were pretty much guaranteed a job at the plant in town as soon as you got out of high school. George was one of those people, Dad wasn't. Dad accepted a scholarship to his dream school to study engineering. During the weekends and holidays, he'd come home and hang out with his buddies, including George.

One afternoon, Dad gets a phone call from Grandma. George had been jumped after work and had the metaphorical tar beaten out of him. For a while, it looked like he wasn't going to make it. By some miracle, George pulled through but was in such bad shape that he had to retire early and go on disability. While on one of his visits home, George's dad, Walter, pulls Dad aside and asks him if he knows a guy named Flynn. Dad had heard the name was one of the local troublemakers. He asked Walter why and Walter revealed that the wallet had been found by George's body and given to him (the paramedics thought the wallet was George's, no I have no idea why they didn't check on it).

Unfortunately, the city was going through financial difficulties (thanks to corruption and mismanagement) to the point that they didn't have enough money to pay their police officers during the weekends. No, I am not kidding, from 8PM Friday night to 6AM Monday morning, there wasn't a single police officer on duty. Since the assault took place on Friday night, there wasn't much anyone can do.

Dad asked Walter what he was going to do about it. Walter looked at him with a stern face and said "I take care of my own."

Walter was an Army vet who had served during WWII and Korea. He never spoke about his time, claiming he was a radio technician and never left the base. He never breathed a word to anyone, even George's mother (his wife). The full story never came out until after George's death when a letter Walter had written before his death was found in George's possessions.

After realizing that Flynn was one of the people who had destroyed George's life, Walter got in touch with his friends. He was a personable guy, you know the type, the kind who makes friends in five minutes. They all agreed that something had to be done.

And thus Operation George's Revenge was born.

Walter and his friends began...observation...of Flynn and would keep tabs on him. It took several weeks but eventually, Flynn and his buddies (Mack and Zeno) were overheard bragging about the attack. Knowing who to attack, they moved to the next steps. Walter's friends (some of whom worked in high places) decided to make some phone calls to their friends in the plant where all three worked. See, these friends were union (state was closed shop at the time) and, disgusted about what happened to George, they decided to make things difficult for them.

They'd remove vital tools for "emergency maintenance" at the last minute, put them in positions they weren't good in and rearranged the schedule so they got the worst shifts...to name a few. They also began a whispering campaign so everyone at the plant knew what had happened. In this city back then, who you knew and what everyone thought you've done was enough to make or break you.

The goal was to get them to quit...and after a year or so, all three had quit, frustrated with how they were being treated.

But Walter and his friends aren't done. Not by a long shot.

A few phone calls and anonymous letters later, Flynn, Mack and Zeno were unemployable in the district. Because they hadn't been fired, they weren't entitled to severance or anything. Soon their money ran out but they couldn't get out of town because everyone knew from the whispering campaign what they had done to George.

For the rest of their lives, Walter and his friends "kept an eye" on Flynn, Mack and Zeno. Just when it appeared that they had an out, the whisper/letter campaign would start again and they'd be denied an out. The three men ended up homeless and destitute alcoholics who couldn't even get state aid. And this is in a state that is known for its generous aid for those in bad straits.

Walter and his friends made a "contingency plan" to continue this until the three men were dead using the next generation. So those men would never forget what they did to George. Nobody was able to find out anything about Flynn, Mack and Zeno...but I wouldn't be surprised that they're still stuck and miserable.

TLDR: Dad's childhood buddy was jumped by three troublemakers. Childhood buddy's veteran father and his friends decide to make troublemakers' lives heck for the rest of their lives.

Hello, Reddit. Today is the fifth cakeday of r/Nuclearrevenge. Five years ago since November 27, 2018, our glorious leaders brought forth on this site, a new subreddit, conceived in the comments of a long removed r/ProRevenge post, and dedicated to containing the messed up stories of what human vengeance can conjure. Now we, admittedly, experience a drought of content, but tradition demands that we celebrate this day with a recap.

Fourth Cakeday of r/Nuclearrevenge - November 27, 2022

This one is self-explanatory. The sun had existed for four years, and therefore had an annual post. There were few awards, and now that Reddit got rid of it, all that remains is the post to serve as a marker of the sub’s birthday and a couple hundred upvotes.

Flashlight Story - December 21, 2022

If y’all misread the word flashlight, you may be disappointed by the story. Or not.

On this day, u/fitnessgrampacerbeam shared a story where a fellow driver was being annoying with his headlights, so the OP fired back with a flashlight that had the force of the sun. The story is pretty entertaining and is the top post this year. Accordingly, it earned a place on this recap and the link is above.

Bully Stories Announcement - December 24, 2022

On the day before Christmas, our head mod gave to us an announcement to quit sending stories that followed the format of a school bully getting their faces turned to pulp in a brutal, nuclear revenge. After a multitude of karma farmers showing up with the same stories and a bunch of post removals, however, they were more like dulled firecracker revenge.

Voting for Story of the Year - January 8, 2023

A week in from the start of this year, a vote was held to determine the best story. Following the format set by the previous year, ten of the top stories of 2022 were placed for the users to choose. Three days later, the decision was rendered.

Story of 2022 - January 11, 2023

Of 860 votes, 365 (42%) had been cast for u/Seneca_13 and this tale of vengeance. As the winner of the popular vote this year, Seneca’s story will have a place in this sub’s history. Congratulations.

New Mods Join - February 26-28, 2023

Clay decided to ask for some extra mods to fill the void that was left by the others being removed. A bountiful amount of people applied, some jokes about obese mods were made, but in the end we managed to get two new mods. Say hello to u/satantha and u/TotalBananas1.

Discussion on the Blackout - June 6, 2023

Due to some threats to 3rd party apps by the Reddit admin, hundreds of subreddit decided to go private for three days from June 12 to June 14. It was almost natural for us to join the strike considering that the admins screwed over Clay years back. Therefore, he made an announcement beforehand to warn the subreddit that no activity would happen in a week for three days straight. And then…

The Blackout - June 12-14, 2023

Comment Announcement - August 28, 2023

Clay made a quick announcement to all users that comments on posts should be constructive and nice, not insulting or low effort.

Fifth Cakeday of r/Nuclearevenge - November 27, 2023

As it says on the tin.

Now, as was added last year, here are some quick facts and statistics.

• 57,000 members have been gained as of the previous cakeday.
• 17 members were banned from the subreddit, 15 of them for spam.
• For reasons possibly related to the flashlight story, from the cakeday to February of this year, there was a steep rise in daily subs (200 a day).
• There was a spike in subscribers from August 10-24 where we gained 5,000 members.
• The daily rise in membership was averaged at about 150 a day. Again.
• The last post we got was on September 18, 2023. Oof.
• Story of the Year is no more. Double oof.

And that concludes the recap. We got a couple of fantastic and enjoyable stories, a single blackout, no cases of interesting drama, and another year of the subreddit’s existence. I’m glad you were along for the ride, and I hope you’ll be there for the next year.

• u/petyrlabenov

My dad told me this story today over lunch and it seemed completely appropriate with this subreddit.

There are two things to know before I tell this story. These events took place in the 1970s, in a third world country where justice is obtained with one's own hand and family, for better or worse, is unconditional.
My maternal family, on my grandmother's side, is known in her town for having outbursts of anger, the kind that blurs vision and turns everything red, and a strong temper. No one in my family embodied these "qualities" more infamously than my great-grandmother, Mamadelia.
Mamadelia was an implacable woman, violent with her words and her fists as well. With Mamadelia, my grandmother, her siblings, and later my father's generation, making a mistake, no matter how small, was a death sentence.
Mamadelia was married to my great-grandfather (obviously), a magistrate of the supreme court of justice of my country and, according to my father, a good man and highly respected by all. But the moment that he walked through the door of the house, his authority ended and my great-grandmother's tyrannical rule began. Nothing was done or undone without her will and as you can imagine, my grandmother and her siblings resented her greatly. Mamadelia has been dead for 40 years now, but stories of her are still told at all family gatherings. They also say that everyone in my family, my grandmother (who if you knew her you would say I'm lying, she is a sweetheart) and her children, inherited her choleric gene that comes out from time to time in an explosive and memorable way.

My great-grandparents had four sons, but only one is relevant in this story: José (not his real name). José was the second and the most rebellious of them all, the one who could not stand Mamadelia's mistreatment and he let her know it all the time. He was the only one who stood up to her and consequently the one who suffered the most. It was when José turned 15 that he decided never again to let himself be mistreated or abused by her. And of course, Mamadelia had something to say about it. I don't know exactly the details, but something my uncle did that upset her deeply. Years before, Mamadelia would have responded with leashes and screaming, but since my uncle was already 15, he was taller and stronger than her mother, she had to resort to an alternative tactic. She decided to call a policeman to the house. And what was her instructions to the policeman? To give my uncle the beating of his life. That was the last day my great-uncle lived at his parents' house. But where I come from, family is the most important thing, impossible to escape.

Four years later, my great-grandparents had moved to their new house in another part of town. Next to them lived the Cordobes. The parents, normal people, but the son, Ruben, was another story. Ruben was about 25 years old. Ruben did not study, nor did he worked or helped with household chores (I don't this know for a fact, but I can imagine it). Ruben spent all his time and energy on two things: growing his muscle mass until he looked like an Andean Arnold Achwarzenegger and insulting my grandparents every time he saw them walking down the street. My dad couldn't tell me why, maybe Ruben was just like that or maybe Mamadelia said or did something to him at some point, I wouldn't be surprised either. What he did tell me was that Ruben's aggressiveness towards my great-grandparents was so extreme that he wouldn't even let them walk on his side of the sidewalk, claiming it was his. My great-grandparents never did anything about it (my great-grandfather had his first child at 46 and my grandmother at 36, so they were already old by then) and, for some mysterious reason, they never told anyone what was going on with Ruben either.

This is where Jose comes in again. His relationship with his mother was strained and conflicted, which did not stop him from visiting them every so often to see his father and his three siblings. That day my great-grandparents were returning home and of course Ruben's shouts, insults and obscene rudeness were there to accompany them as they opened the door to their house. What he didn't count on was that Jose was arriving at the same moment and heard everything. The world went first black and then red. Like a worthy son of Mamadelia, José exploded.
He lunged at Ruben three times. All three times, with a blow to the face, Ruben knocked him effortlessly to the ground. Faced with such a beast, anyone else would have abandoned the fight. Jose did not. Jose was used to the pain, the blood and the bruises that remained weeks later. Jose had lost his fear of confrontation years ago. Jose stood up one last time, under Ruben's insults and taunts, and charged him. I don't know how he did it, perhaps Ruben had let his guard down, but he managed to land a kick on his opponent's shin. Ruben did not fall to the ground completely but he was destabilized. Ruben did not know it but he had already lost.
My great-uncle climbed on his back, as if riding a mad bull at a fair, grabbed him by the head and slammed him repeatedly against the pavement. The smashed face, the teeth scattered on the ground and the torrent of blood were not enough for José. What he did next was to grab Ruben by the hair and drag him up and down the street, twice, until my older great-uncle stopped him.

The story ends with Ruben in the hospital, his face unrecognizable and deformed, and my uncle disappearing for a week to avoid any kind of retaliation. Never again did my great-grandparents have problems with Ruben, although José's relationship with Mamadelia never improved despite what happened.

Removed from ProRevenge, told to post here:

This concluded about three months ago.
First off let me say I have PTSD from two tours. This isn't a brag or flex, but any vet with PTSD will vouch that it is very hard to let assholes walk away.
Because of this stupid shit I can only really work jobs alone now. I've been working awhile at cleaning stores after hours. (Not surface cleaning but checking areas that mice have been etc. Dirty job but the pay more than makes up for it.)
One day I'm having some considerable back pain so my wife, MIL and SIL cover for me. I get a call a couple hours later from my wife complaining about the manager. Now, I've worked retail before and I know it sucks so I tend to give some leeway when non retail folks say someone's being mean vs. 'not in the mood for BS'. I hear he yelled at them when they walked in that the store was closed (Ok buddy, they used a key, chill.) Then he got upset that he didn't know there was a cleaning that day (BS, I wrote and distributed the schedule 3 weeks prior) Then tried to tell them where to clean (I have a contract, and your employees duties aren't included in it.) I rolled my eyes at the complaint, I admit it. Managers suck, and I didn't think this was a big deal, just some incompetent GM. Then I get a call a half hour later. GM was making some gender based jokes to his all male staff (Hey you puttin on your makeup, you need a tampon etc) while they were shutting down. OK, that's pretty tasteless but for me it's hearsay. Then I'm told that on his way out of the parking lot, they saw the GM TRY TO OPEN MY CARS DOOR.

Insert PTSD here.

I call the store the next day, ask to talk to the manager on duty. I have a pretty civil convo, highlighting my concerns about the manager paying attention to his schedule and contracts. I mentioned there was some witnessed unprofessionalism but that's not for me to correct. Mind you, the convo is going very professionally up to this point. When I mention the car, guys whole attitude changes. He gets very vocal and very defensive, cutting me off and raising his voice. Before I realize, we are yelling at each other. I hang up and talk to my wife. I describe the guy based off of his voice and accent and my wife is certain that I'm speaking to the GM (I'll call him E)
I call back and simply say "I want to know what authority you had to try to get in my car." E starts to play dumb until I name the security company that patrols and monitors his lot (shared lot with other businesses) and I can request footage through the police. E says he doesn't have to explain himself to me and he hangs up. Oh fuck no.
I call back a final time. I say "If we can't work this out I have to get your boss involved." "Fine, go ahead and call me when you do" E hangs up.

Insert Revenge. I wont go into HOW but I will explain what happened over the next few weeks. (Remember I have a key to this store and am still able to show up on contracted days)

*E's handwritten statement about the argument goes missing. Not a huge loss, the thing was 90% lies to get ahead of what he did.

*Find multiple disciplinary notes that all show that 'Mr. E' (as all of his employees seemed to call him) loved to write up all his employees for frivolous shit. This is a common tactic by weak managers as insurance for when employees complain about them. These also go missing.
*A file is found with many complaints about the store and interactions between E and customers. Copies are made.
*E's business starts to get multiple one star Google reviews from various accounts. Some of the reviewers post pictures of his stores mouse infestation and product damaged by little teeth that he leaves on the shelf. Let me tell you, seeing mouse shit next to food does wonders for your Google page.
*Two anonymous complaints to the city about the mouse infestation within the store, with pictures. (none of which match the ones I send to my bosses)
*One complaint to the city from 'an employee' that cites a ton of safety violations within the store. Then mentions how bad the mouse infestation has gotten and that the city should inspect and make sure they ask for proof of an exterminator (there is none.) Poor gal was begging. Her name even matched an employees name, fancy that.
*Random occult symbols begin to appear in E's work journal, hidden among things he has already written. (To clarify, this is because I could recall the symbols. It point wasn't for the occult it was so things would show up in his personal journal that he didn't write.) *His boss's boss (contact info hanging in office) received an email detailing his unprofessionalism, gender based harassment, and attempt to get into a vehicle that wasn't his. I also mentioned how many violations I saw as I was cleaning (broken equipment, safety hazards, lack of proper cleaning supplies, chemicals over pet food etc.) I even tried to compromise and said if they can provide a policy that says he could check my vehicle without security or law enforcement, then I'd retract my complaint. Otherwise, every scheduled cleaning that he is still there for, I'd cancel and send them a fee.

Suddenly, there is a shift in the store. I still go much later to avoid people, but it is much cleaner. There are even enough cleaning supplies for the store to function. There are less passive aggressive notes everywhere. Curious about it, I go in the office and see there is definitely a change. The complaint file is shrunk down and the office is cleaner. Whoever is boss now sure seems like a nice lady.

E receives a text from a number he won't be able to call back:
"Have you learned your lesson yet, (his full name)? Or do I need to take your next job from you too?"

The end.

Edit: This wasn't just some random guy that happened to piss me off. I read the other Google reviews and the office complaints. E was by far the biggest ass I've ever seen in management and further digging made it clear that he, a second manager (also responsible for a filthy store I clean) and their direct manager were buddies. Simply complaining would have resulted in nothing, clearly. Hence me going even higher. The other stores I clean (about a dozen other locations) are nowhere nearly as bad. Every shred of evidence uncovered showed that this dude just loved to abuse the shit out of his position. I have no ragrets gnomesayin?

Edit 2: since some people have vety low reading comprehension let me spell this out: you cannot act on words, watch any bodycam video. The cop explains to whoever assaults that words may hurt but you cant act on them. Once i had something concrete (footage of vehicle access) i had my golden ticket. any of you mad i didnt jump to my wifes defence over words are just as jevenielle as the manager. And when my wife told me, she wasnt crying or scared or anything, she was pissed and annoyed too. She knew i couldnt do anything about the comments, why cant some of you?

Edit 3: Having a PTSD episode does not mean I am suddenly "back in the shit." This is a common misconception. Not all PTSD manifests the same. What it means for me is I enter a mindset where the opponent is an enemy (Not a GM or shitty driver or rude passerby) and I have to efficiently and effectively destroy them in a way that keeps my hands clean.

Final Fucking Edit: This wasn't about the car. This was about what one man was comfortable doing to a stranger because he thought he could get away with it. The car was just evidence I could actually work with. For those pissed I didn't white knight my wife, she cared less about the words than some of you all did because she isn't a fucking child.

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