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Sep 17, 2014 - 09:38 PM |
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In regard to my brother, Lucas Sestak |
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To the people here at Gamingforce Interactive Forums,
My brother has entered a stage of his megalomania that is no longer treatable by medications. The state of Saskatchewan, and the western world for that matter, has looked down on the use of lobotomies as an option and want to observe him further, for at least several years, before taking such a drastic measure. I've observed his behavior over the past few months and I suspected his condition had already worsened. You have to understand something about this person, he is essentially an overgrown toddler with a neck-beard.
Ever since this television cartoon My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic started airing however long ago we, my family and I, found a respite from the day-in, day-out tantrums, fits of rage, and his incessant need to expose himself in public. He was entranced by it, became quiet. I remember the first time he saw an episode, it was like watching a rabid dog suddenly morph into Wishbone, except of course with the general appearance of Petey from the Little Rascals. My mother shed a tear of joy, she couldn't believe it, so we encouraged it, bought all the DVDs, and were so happy that the show caught on, even with groups of people outside of its target demographic. This new peace went on for a while.
It wasn't until the last few months, really, that we started to get worried. I'd come to visit and instead of seeing my brother zoned in on the colorful world of My Little Ponies, he was glued to his computer monitor, yelling incoherently, laughing maniacally, and grinding his teeth. He'd yell out names of people we had never heard of, someone named Justin, Sarah, Brent, all these names we just didn't understand. We thought we were starting to lose him but it didn't get scary until he turned on us.
We were his family, you see, and blood for us comes first. It's nothing special, this is the case with many families, we always considered ourselves pretty normal, middle class white-folk, but he started on my mother one night not long ago, calling her just awful things I cannot repeat here. Accusations and insults flew across the dinner table and despite this we remained vigilant and didn't give into his behavior, at least for a while. It wasn't until he called my mother a slut that my father jumped out of his seat and grabbed Lucas by the collar and demanded him to stop. What happened then scared us more than the insults. He just hung there, in my father's grasp against the dining room wall, with a deadened, emotionless face that seemed to last an eternity, then he just started to laugh.
It was a giggle at first, but then it became something truly evil. It was a cackle from the deepest recesses of the insane assylum, it was the insanity that lies deep within the mind of a serial rapist, a child pornographer, a Catholic, child molesting priest. The darkness that lies within the most evil of people seemed to emerge from his mouth and my father never looked more afraid in his life. Lucas kept laughing, and pointing at us, and saying that we were mad. We weren't mad, though, we were afraid.
Just the other today we found my brother lying in his room during one of his napping fits, which is, if you can picture it, an obese man-baby fidgeting violently with his eye's clenched tightly on the floor. It's unsightly the first time you see it but once you realize that he's relatively safe to be around during these random moments it really is more of a moment of peace. While he was unconscious, however, I took it upon myself to check out what he was up to and I was shocked to discover what I had saw. Everything he was up to, posting images of other people on this forum, Gamingforce, making veiled threat attempts, using proxies, dozens of accounts and passwords ready to use on an open notepad file. If all the violence and insanity before wasn't an eye opener then him bringing complete strangers into his madness was enough.
My family and I have finally decided to put Lucas down. We're taking him to the shelter tomorrow morning, having a small service done in remembrance of the fun-loving child we once new, and finally taking matters into our own hands. The vet puts in a fairly painless injection and moments later he'll finally be at peace.
I just wanted you all to know that he was once a good kid but mental disease can take that away from you. Please don't make the mistakes my family and I made and make sure your loved ones find help during the early phases of whatever may come upon them.
From my family to yours and apologies,
Sara Sestak
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