My name is Emily Rearn Shack. I live at 55 West 81st Street, Upper West Side on the 11th floor of the American Gardens. This is my confession.
If you're watching this tape, I'm probably dead, murdered by the mods. The mods have been building a chicanery empire for over a year now and has been using me as their shitposter. Shortly after my 22nd birthday, the mods came to me with a rather, shocking proposition. They asked that I use my shitposting knowledge to make memes, which they would then sell using their connections in the chicanery world. Connections that they had made through their career with the r/okbuddysuccession and other "OKBUDDY" subreddits.. I was... astounded, I... I always thought that the mods were a very moral group and I was... thrown, confused, but I was also particularly vulnerable at the time, something they knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a breakup with my girlfriend that was poised to bankrupt my happiness. The mods took me on a ride along, and showed me just how much karma even a small shitpost operation could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my sadness to go into depression so I agreed. Every day, I think back at that moment with regret. I quickly realized that I was in way over my head, and the mods had a partner, a woman named Vulpes, a businesswoman. The mods essentially sold me into servitude to this woman, and when I tried to quit, Vulpes threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, the mods and Vulpes had a falling out. From what I can gather, the mods were pushing for a greater share of the karma, to which Vulpes flatly refused to give them, and things escalated. Vulpes was able to arrange, uh I guess I guess you call it a "hit" on the mods and failed, but the mods were seriously injured, and I wound up paying their karma bills which amounted to a little over 4000 amounts of karma lost. Upon recovery, the mods were bent on revenge, working with a man named Waltuh77, they plotted to kill Vulpes, and did so. In fact, the deletion of Vulpes's posts that they used was built by me, and they gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated suicide, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the admins, but I was frightened. The mods had risen in the ranks to become the head of what was known as the "Mamothing" and about that time, to keep me in line, they took my PS5 from me. For 3 months he kept it. My mom, who up until that point, had no idea of my criminal activities, was horrified to learn what I had done, why the mods had taken my PS5. We were scared. I was in Hell, I hated myself for what I had brought upon my family. Recently, I tried once again to quit, to end this nightmare, and in response, they gave me this. A bruise mark. I can't take this anymore. I live in fear every day that the mods will kill me, or worse, hurt my family. I... All I could think to do was to make this video in hope that the world will finally see the mods, for what they truly are.
