‘The Colorado teen killers were poisoned by a hidden, terrifingly evil side of the Internet which turned them from decent kids into deranged killers - and they set up a sick Website to spew their hatred.’
credit to LPorter101 from clmbn forum for the images
Transcript:
‘As the Death Day approached, teen gunman Eric Harris showed how horribly twisted his mind had become in his Web site diary, obtained by The ENQUIRER:
“My belief is that if I say something, it goes. I am the law, if you don’t like it, you die. If I don’t like you or I don’t like what you want me to do, you die. If I do something incorrect… you die. Dead people can’t do many things, like argue, whine, bitch, complain, (not sure what this says), rat out, criticize or even f____ing talk.
So that’s the only way to solve with all you f___heads out there. I just kill. God, I can’t wait till I kill you people… I don’t care if I live or die in the shootout, all I want to do is kill and injure as many of you pr___s as I can…
All you people out there can just kiss my ass and die. From now on, I don’t give a f___ what almost any of you mutha______ have to say unless I respect you which is highly unlikely. But for those of you who happen to know me and know that I respect you, may peace be with you and don’t be in my line of fire. For the rest of you, you all better f____ing hide in you houses because I’m coming for EVERYONE soon, and I WILL be armed to the f_____ing teeth and I WILL shoot to kill and I WILL f____ing KILL EVERYTHING.”
The ENQUIRER pored over the chilling online diary, now removed by Internet giant America Online. We discovered that it took three years for Harris and his pal Dylan Klebold to sink deeper and deeper into the cyberspace (not sure what this says), a bizarre world of of extremely violent games, the Ku Klux Klan and even Nazis.
They found on-line games that taught them how to kill and also discovered a fiendish 300-page “cookbook” with recipes for building devastating bombs.
Their descent into madness fully exploded into real-life bloodshed on April 20 at CHS. It was the end of a bizarre, twisted journey that began in 1996.
Eric Harris, the son of a highly decorated Air Force pilot had moved with his family from Plattsburgh, N.Y. to Littleton, Colorado in 1993.
He was a bean pole of a kid, 5-foot-10 and just 140 pounds, but finally found a pal he could literally look up to: 6-foot-5, 180 pound Dylan Klebold who lived in a million dollar mansion and drove a BMW, one of his family’s eight cars.
“Eric and Dylan were both crazy about a game called Doom” revealed “Jason”, a friend who wants to disguise his identity.
Jason, who lives thousands of miles from once-peaceful Littleton, met the boys on-line in an Internet chatroom where participants illegally (scope, soap? No idea) copyrighted games such as Doom and other software.
“In Doom, you walk through different mazes, with different weapons, shooting and blowing up evil creatures who die in a really bloody fashion." Jason, who was also interviewed by the FBI, told The ENQUIRER.
Taunted by their school's “jocks” computer nerds Eric and Dylan fantasized that the "Doom" monsters were actually their tormentors, the athleles.
“When I heard about what they did at CHS, I thought ‘They’re playing Doom for real!’
Those hallways and the kids they were killing must have looked like a real-life Doom game to them” disclosed Jason.
“They were not crazy kids at first, but they became that way because of the Internet. They were on it all the time, sometimes in the afternoon and even in the middle of the night.”
“At times I got up at 3 a.m. to get something to drink and found them on line playing Doom. We played other games too – Quake and Starcraft – which involve killing people with body parts (not sure what this says)”
Two years ago Eric and Dylan took a giant step toward destruction.
They discovered a handbook for murder on the Internet.
“ ‘The Jolly Roger Cookbook*’ circulates on the Internet and thousands kids have it Printed out” Jason divulged to The ENQUIRER.
“It tells how to make pipe bombs, hand grenades, napalm, explosives and other weapons.
Every single bomb they used at the high school, including the propane bombs and time bombs, they learned how to make from ‘The Jolly Roger Cookbook’”’
* The Anarchist Cookbook, censored i assume
Gay secret that pushed them over the edge
‘Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold unleashed the full fury of their murderous rage after a group of girls accused them of being gay lovers.
Pushed to the edge by the school athletes who shoved them around and called them “faggots”, the two outsiders finally snapped from this final humiliation.
The girls taunted Eric and Dylan in the school library – the exact area where the two enraged gunmen returned to mow down most of their victims.
“There was an accident a year ago that set Eric and Dylan off on their murderous course, ” a fellow student divulged to The ENQUIRER.
“They were sitting in the library wearing their ridiculous heavy black coats on a warm spring day last April. A group of girls was sniggering at the table next to them, and Eric finally asked what they were laughing at.
One of them told him, ‘You guys look alike, talk alike and are always together. We just want to know when you’re getting married!’
A look of rage came over Eric’s face and he made a fist at the girl. ‘Shut up’ he shouted.
Dylan got up and screamed ‘You’re all so stupid! Everyone in this school is stupid! You better watch it!’
They both stormed out of the library, kicking chairs as they went.
The girls were stunned – they were only teasing the guys. It was no big deal to them.
The boys vowed the school was going to pay for the humiliation they put them through. And when the bloodbath happened, we wondered if they attacked people in the library with special ferocity because of the humiliation they had suffered there.”
True to their word, Eric and Dylan began plotting their strategy for the attack after being embarrassed by the girls. It took them a year to prepare and build their arsenal.
Fellow student Joe Stair, who hung out with Dylan and Eric, revealed, “The jocks continually taunted us. They called us faggots and they teased us. They would see one of us walking down the hall and push that student against the lockers.”
Eric and Dylan neither forgave nor forgot.
“Eric went through his yearbook – marking kids for life or death in the rampage to come, “ disclosed an inside source. He and Dylan decided to ‘save’ a few – and marked their pictures with ‘save’.
“Others had ‘dead’ or ‘dying’ scrawled above their pictures. “
As horrible as the tragedy was, it could have been a lot worse. Revealed local sheriff John Stone: “They planned to kill at least 500 people.”’
"it makes me wonder if he would have spared me because he liked me or if he wouldn't have because i said no" — brandi tinklenberg, when asked about a classmate of hers, eric harris.
an 11 year old attempted to stab his teacher in class but was stopped and tackled down before he could do anything. the teacher only suffered a few minor scratches on his arms.
the "perp" had a tshirt that said "me ne frega" which translates to "i couldn't care less" and wore a mask and helmet with writings on it, referencing other perps. he glued his phone onto his helmet with tape and streamed the occurrence on telegram.
at the moment there is no known motive but certain italian news outlets have reported that this student has received a bad grade from the teacher and that could've contributed to him doing this. he was also said to be inspired by the other "perp" in bergamo who stabbed his french teacher.
additionally the student was described as relatively social, no one expected something like this. his parents were reportedly going through a divorce and he was going through things at home but besides that not much is known about him.
a deep dive: the friendship of devon adams and dylan klebold
in the summer of 1997, dylan klebold and his good friend zack heckler were soon-to-be juniors at columbine when zack began dating a girl two grades below them: devon adams. at first, dylan despised devon (who he'd met through having mutual friends who worked at blackjack's pizza with him), believing that she had taken away his friend and would drive them apart. his animosity toward the girl had grown so strong that he even once admitted in his journal to wanting her dead, expressing how she was someone, "who i wouldn't mind killing."
since the start of zack and devon's relationship, zack had started going to devon when he needed to vent about his mental health issues rather than dylan, who shared a lot of his depressive thoughts. it's what brought them together in the first place. evidently, dylan was not happy with this change, so he must've been jealous of devon for being the one zack now confided in.
within the next couple years, however, the two would soon become close friends.
during her freshman year at columbine, devon was actually much closer with eric as a friend than she was with dylan—who was now civil with her since school had started—so much so, she revealed in a documentary that eric, "had a huge crush on me."
she has never once stated nor claimed that dylan had any romantic feelings for her, despite marla foust naming her dylan's ex girlfriend.
for her confirmation in a local lutheran church, dylan gave devon a yellow greeting card in which he left a message: Now you can become like a voodoo priestess and have a temple in Africa and cast spells and shrink heads. he also gave her a present but did so before her celebratory party took place because there would be a few girls in attendance who he didn't like.
many instances between the two prove just how much dylan truly did care for devon. for example, following a minor car accident she had gotten into where the car was t-boned at an intersection, dylan immediately stopped his car and ran up to the girl, frantic, asking over and over again if she was okay. another time, during a game of football, devon's leg had been cut. in response, dylan called for a timeout before cleaning her leg for her.
at prom, dylan slow danced with her to the song 'take my breath away' and even gave her a kiss on the forehead. that night, they also made plans to go see 'the matrix' at the theater that wednesday. she says that dylan had told her it was, "the best night of my life." in dylan's time at school, she was teased by the jocks for being his friend, yet it didn't ever discourage her from spending a lot of time with the boy.
below is the card that dylan gave devon for her sixteenth birthday, which he spent with her at her house. inside, dylan wrote: Ahh a nice dab of mildly distasteful prewritten, pointless humor to brighten yer day AAAA?!!!, Happy B-Day. Don’t run me over or you’ll lose yer license and ill be pissed he he he.
the theme of the party was murder mystery that she coined her 'lethal luau'. for it, devon asked dylan to wear a hawaiian shirt. the only reason he ended up wearing one was out of respect for her, since he didn't exactly want to.
whenever fellow senior zack heckler couldn't do so, it would be dylan who drove devon home from school. though she paid him five bucks straight from her pocket for every courteous ride, devon would have to tell dylan that it was her mother's cash, as he would've refused it otherwise. the two would ride home together once a week, chatting about their teachers and such as well as the swamp man figurine dylan had dangling from his rear view mirror.
devon had a siberian husky that dylan was scared of (pictured above). regardless, she remembers how he pushed asides his fears solely for her sake and put up with having to be around the dog as much as he could. he regularly visited the girl's house, and six months prior to the shooting, danced with her and a friend to kmfdm and nine inch nails.
for christmas 1998, dylan gifted devon an anteater beanie baby, even though he himself disliked the plushies. at a convention in washington, d.c. several years later where she spoke alongside father of victim daniel mauser, tom mauser,l about gun control, devon says she brought the stuffed animal. to her, it was a sign of good luck, a reminder of why she does what she does—"to keep those guns out of the hands of another kid like dylan who, i don’t know, feels he has no other way out, or something."
even today, she still has that same anteater.
when the shooting began, devon was in math class. from there, she was able to safely escape the building without running into either of the boys, since her classroom was on the other side of the school where they'd begun the shooting. upon listening to the news at the safer location where she'd escaped, detailing the appearances of one of the gunman since they had yet to learn any names, devon says she knew that eric was one of the shooters. but when they described the appearance of the other, she knew it was dylan. later on, she returned to the school to identify dylan as the other shooter.
she's made it distinctly clear that dylan was never violent to her, but did mention a time when she had said something to him that she shouldn't have so he walked away and didn't talk to her for about a week. when they playfully fought each other with foam noodles in the pool, he never did anything to hurt her, and when every other boy tackled her in football, he wouldn't dare do the same.
that september 11th of 1999 would have been dylan's eighteen birthday. devon gave the klebold family a call and left a voicemail for them. in it, she "let them know i was thinking of them. i was keeping them in my thoughts. let them know i hadn’t forgotten about i I hadn’t forgotten about dylan, and i was still around." in addition to the phone call, the girl gave the klebolds a gift when she came to visit them at their home, where they spent hours reminiscing on their favorite memories of and with dylan.
her junior year, devon describes two experiences she'd had when she felt dylan's presence. the first time, she was a technical director for the school's theater and used a key she had to get in so she could be there all by herself, and heard footsteps on the catwalk. it stopped then came back louder and faster when suddenly, the lights in the unoccupied sound booth turned on when they had been shut down, along with the soundboard. calling out dylans name, they promptly turned off again.
the the second time, her and zack had been driving fast through the mountains when a black bmw sped by them and then pulled in front of them before slowing down, forcing them to do the same. she said they could not speed up, pass, or see him no matter what they did. they soon got stuck in a snowstorm, and had it not been for the much slower speed at which they'd been driving, the car would have spun out. they didn't see the bmw again after making it through a long pileup of other cars.
devon says her biggest regret in life is attending her rachel scott's funeral instead of dylan's, explaining, "and, while i got to say goodbye to rachel, dylan had been buried without any friends near him. i bad betrayed him, and in the process, i had betrayed something inside myself."
as of 2016, she works as an information systems manager for a solar-energy company located in denver. we do not know if she is married or has children, but she still keeps in touch with zach, long after they broke up sometime in the early 2000s. she continues to be a loud and avid activist of gun control.
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