When you know the truth?
The question for the ages.
This week we had a revelation of sorts. Miss Priss, the enigma, the newb with so much info about the past it was amazing, got into it with one of our longer tenured members. In the interest of full disclosure I happen to call this person my friend, but the reason for this thread is not just because of that friendship.
I come to my fellow members today to hope that one Amber Rain will step up and tell the truth. Actually all she needs to do is confirm the truth. Confirm that the viscous personal attacks, the accusations of the unmentionable activity, were driven out of mistaken identity of a past encounter from years ago.
TheOriginalDannie, TheDannie if you will, was involved in a very cerebral thread that turned personal. Our enigma, Miss Priss, made some allegations that were shocking, and frankly reputation harming to certain members of our community. The allegations of forbidden topics were rampant. Why, O Why would she make such accusations you say if they were not true? Alas, no one here ever lies, right?
The issue at hand, and those directly involved can confirm, is one of mistaken identity. TheOriginalDannie, Awesomesauce Dannie, TheDannie, was not involved in this tale. When I originally was told the story, it made no sense. It made no sense until one key piece of information was revealed. That information, known to Amber Rain, known to me, and known to the other gentleman involved (who shall remain nameless unless he wishes to come forward) was that a completely different Dannie was involved. Tales of theft were recounted, but identification of the parties incorrectly explained (or were they?).
Miss Priss, her of the disabled account, is no longer here to step forward and confirm this mistake. 3 others are, me being one, Amber being one (the architect) and the third gentleman who shall remain hidden unless he chooses to come forward.
I asked, even pleaded with, Amber Rain to do the right thing and exonerate the other member falsely accused of actions that were not her own. Amber refused. There are additional tangents to this tale that remain unclear and will not be posted now, as I do not enjoy speculation (unless it is about my love of trannys, then that is simply amusing). Fantastic tales of additional outings by parties who have previously done so, tales of attack commands to the pawns to taunt and bait, and additional popcorn eating entertainment fodder still remain to be exposed to the eccie drama peanut gallery. At this time those avenues, while being explored, are still speculation. My black knight status has been temporarily surrendered for my Comfortably Numb buddy in crime. No one should have to suffer accusations such as these.
As I said to you earlier Amber, do the right thing. More truth is revealed by the hour.