Vic-timization
Hey everyone,
My apologies for the extended hiatus! It was a crazy year or so! Being on the run from the authorities (don’t worry, I didn’t do anything wrong – it was all a misunderstanding that’s been cleared up!), fighting for my life because my crazy ex-girlfriend and her new girl toy needed to perform a mating dance, getting stabbed, thrown off a cliff, and the subsequent convalescence – well. It’s been a lot, let me tell you.
But as I’m finally back home and able to stay conscious for long enough intervals to venture back into the CCTS, I’m disturbed and alarmed by what I see happening.
That’s right. The unfair persecution of Vic Mignogna at the hands of his supposed ‘fans’ and ‘colleagues’. Despite the fact that the heavy dose of medication I’m required to take to remain pain-free after that disgusting display of violence and abuse heaped on me by Blake Belladonna and her paramour only allows me to stay awake for brief periods of time – I feel that it’s critical that I spend some of my valuable energy defending this wrongly-accused man.
Having been in a similar situation perpetrated by jealous and irrational women looking for their fifteen-minutes of fame on the back of an innocent male who has risen to a position of prominence they can only dream of, I’m compelled to speak out on behalf of Vic.
It seems suspicious how that when you’re not famous or a ‘big-name’ in your field (or in my case, before you have visibility to the masses for your amazing job at undermining those who would oppress the faunus!), women have no problem with you. But the second there’s any degree of notoriety attached to your name, suddenly all your behavior is called into question so that these so-called ‘victims’ can get attention.
In my case, it was clear cut jealousy. Clearly Blake was feeling a bit catty about the fact that Sienna would choose me to be her second in command rather than her. So she had to scamper off to Beacon Academy, play some ridiculous cat-and-mouse game, drag my name through the mud to try to get my goat, experiment with the blond bimbo, refuse to have a reasonable conversation about the matter, freak out and run away like a scaredy cat, chase her own tail for a while, and then ultimately throw a kitten fit (and throw me off a cliff) when I called her out about her behavior and lies. All of which led to my unfortunate injuries and run in with law enforcement as outlined above.
I wish this type of behavior was unique to my situation, but clearly it isn’t. Vic has achieved a mild level of fame in his industry and now supposed ‘victims’ are coming out of the woodwork. Even the supposedly unbiased ‘legal’ system in America has turned against him and now he faces a humiliating repeat of his litigation via what’s likely a rigged appeal system to get his name cleared.
I call on everyone who has been wronged as Vic and I have to stand up and speak out against false accusations. If you can’t demonstrate affection to a woman without her calling it ‘harassment’ and ‘gas-lighting’ when you just give her a tight hug, or kiss her without asking, or tug on her hair because it looks extra nice that day, or sweet-talk her into committing violent felonies with questionable justification – what *can* you do?
