the Web and the Net is full of free software programs which give a rough geographical location for every IP address number entered into them.
Having witnessed these two trolls discussing on one of their ‘secret’ groups (that is, groups on Facebook unviewable to anyone except to those invited into them by people on their friend lists) about how they had shown their trust to Mello, I was then able to dox the both of them, simply by checking Mello’s profile for two new friends - one from Singapore and the other from Toronto, the two places I had IP-ed the respective trolls to. The Singaporean is a total and absolute psychotic with serious daddy issues who trolled under the name ‘Launch,’ and whose real first name is Thierry. The Canadian was the then favourite troll sweetheart, who trolled as ‘Sarah Lake’ and who is a woman in her early 20s.
Fooling them then into messaging me from their real profiles, and having crosschecked the IP addresses I got from those email notifications, I then outed their real identities as well, using again my ‘Nem E Sis’ handle. This led to a bit of a troll panic as rumours spread that some genius level hacker was on the scene ‘doxing like a boss’ in the words of one troll.
It’s not that I’m a genius of the dox, son - it’s just that most of you all are stupid.
Quite amusingly, on the same night that I outed those trolls I was invited, through my ‘undercover’ Trollin Stone alt, onto another secret troll wall on which a couple of dozen members of this ludicrous band of gonads were discussing as to how they could best keep their identities safe from the terrible Nem E Sis. Even more amusingly, one of them, a relatively big name in trolling even then but now something of a celebrity because of his trolling activities, posted a link to his real-name Facebook account and asked his fellow trolls as to advice on keeping it as locked down from public view as possible and away from the prying eyes of myself. This troll was calling himself ‘Nimrod Severn’ but his genuine account had him as a Darren Burton from Cardiff, Wales, and this idiotic little slip of his was to lead two years later to me and the BBC making him infamous as he grunted at millions like a pig-thing from the open door of a bus.
I had become a genuine hate figure by now for the cultural critics and their rabid desire to learn my real identity led to a strange and disturbing episode where I was for a while wrongly thought to be a middle-aged man from England named Oliver Jackson. This episode saw perhaps up to 100 trolls take part in a concerted campaign to ruin this Oliver’s name and that involved them making Facebook groups filled with his dox and which falsely labelled him as a paedophile. They also trolled RIP pages and then with other profiles posted his dox on them along with the claims that he was responsible.
When I got to learn of this I was horrified. I never for one minute had contemplated that someone innocent would have gotten the blame for my outing activities and so I first got speaking to Oliver Jackson himself and then subsequently got in contact with some of the trolls and agreed with them that if they would stop their campaign of harassment against this Oliver then I would cease posting their dox around and leave Facebook. This was roughly agreed to across the board by the great majority in that troll ring and so I disabled my Nem E Sis and Mike Lonston Facebook profiles and left immediately. However, it soon transpired that Oliver Jackson had, for reasons known only to himself, betrayed my Trollin Stone profile to the trolls and advised them to take it off their friend lists. ‘Anything for the cause,’ he said to them.
I had by then fallen in with some others who were working against the RIP trolls and when Jackson’s actions were brought to my attention by one of them on the voice communication application Skype, my good graces toward this Oliver
Having witnessed these two trolls discussing on one of their ‘secret’ groups (that is, groups on Facebook unviewable to anyone except to those invited into them by people on their friend lists) about how they had shown their trust to Mello, I was then able to dox the both of them, simply by checking Mello’s profile for two new friends - one from Singapore and the other from Toronto, the two places I had IP-ed the respective trolls to. The Singaporean is a total and absolute psychotic with serious daddy issues who trolled under the name ‘Launch,’ and whose real first name is Thierry. The Canadian was the then favourite troll sweetheart, who trolled as ‘Sarah Lake’ and who is a woman in her early 20s.
Fooling them then into messaging me from their real profiles, and having crosschecked the IP addresses I got from those email notifications, I then outed their real identities as well, using again my ‘Nem E Sis’ handle. This led to a bit of a troll panic as rumours spread that some genius level hacker was on the scene ‘doxing like a boss’ in the words of one troll.
It’s not that I’m a genius of the dox, son - it’s just that most of you all are stupid.
Quite amusingly, on the same night that I outed those trolls I was invited, through my ‘undercover’ Trollin Stone alt, onto another secret troll wall on which a couple of dozen members of this ludicrous band of gonads were discussing as to how they could best keep their identities safe from the terrible Nem E Sis. Even more amusingly, one of them, a relatively big name in trolling even then but now something of a celebrity because of his trolling activities, posted a link to his real-name Facebook account and asked his fellow trolls as to advice on keeping it as locked down from public view as possible and away from the prying eyes of myself. This troll was calling himself ‘Nimrod Severn’ but his genuine account had him as a Darren Burton from Cardiff, Wales, and this idiotic little slip of his was to lead two years later to me and the BBC making him infamous as he grunted at millions like a pig-thing from the open door of a bus.
I had become a genuine hate figure by now for the cultural critics and their rabid desire to learn my real identity led to a strange and disturbing episode where I was for a while wrongly thought to be a middle-aged man from England named Oliver Jackson. This episode saw perhaps up to 100 trolls take part in a concerted campaign to ruin this Oliver’s name and that involved them making Facebook groups filled with his dox and which falsely labelled him as a paedophile. They also trolled RIP pages and then with other profiles posted his dox on them along with the claims that he was responsible.
When I got to learn of this I was horrified. I never for one minute had contemplated that someone innocent would have gotten the blame for my outing activities and so I first got speaking to Oliver Jackson himself and then subsequently got in contact with some of the trolls and agreed with them that if they would stop their campaign of harassment against this Oliver then I would cease posting their dox around and leave Facebook. This was roughly agreed to across the board by the great majority in that troll ring and so I disabled my Nem E Sis and Mike Lonston Facebook profiles and left immediately. However, it soon transpired that Oliver Jackson had, for reasons known only to himself, betrayed my Trollin Stone profile to the trolls and advised them to take it off their friend lists. ‘Anything for the cause,’ he said to them.
I had by then fallen in with some others who were working against the RIP trolls and when Jackson’s actions were brought to my attention by one of them on the voice communication application Skype, my good graces toward this Oliver
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