#JusticeForTaskmaster
Taskmaster isnt on the floor when the blast occurs. There is a whole behind the scenes shot showing her body isn't there. This is actually insane to me right now
10 Years ago today, I shot my Father & fled to Switzerland with what I thought was $30k in cash.
It wasn’t. The money was spent. I was spent. And I was on the run now.
When I finally tasted freedom, I was faced with an immeasurable guilt for an unforgivable act…I killed the man who wanted me to be better, albeit in his own sick way.
“Don’t ever do what I did! Because I have to live with that now. And I don’t know if I can handle that…” I said, pleading to my Youtube audience.
The Internet exploded as thousands of cop calls flooded in. The world watched in horror as the Psycho Kid confessed that he was leaving Youtube forever…
We can all remember where we were and what we were doing the day that the Psycho Series ended, the day that we all learned it was a scripted show.
The camera fell, I hugged my family, thanking them for enduring hell with me…and then I dropped to the floor and wept. I felt immense relief that I could finally rid myself of this burdensome character, but I also was hit with tremendous sadness and grief that it was all over. This was my crowning achievement, an homage to my childhood. I said goodbye to the kid in me…
An odd poetry exists as my world has erupted again for a REAL tragedy…10 years apart to the day, fictionally killing my Dad vs a Dad faced with “killing his son”. The art will often MIRROR our real life in disturbing ways, that’s a true expression of the soul. It’s exactly why you found me.
It has officially been a DECADE since the Psycho Series ended, the longest-running and most popular pseudo-reality web series on Youtube with over A BILLION VIEWS and 685 episodes. (arguably way more if you count the 10 other channels running simultaneously in-universe, love me some chillin & grillin).
There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t reminisce about the Psycho Series. What I would do to go back to being 21, living at my parent’s house and filming silly Youtube videos with Corn. Becoming a big Youtuber felt like such a pipe-dream, an impossible goal to chase forever…to what lengths would I go? What story would I tell…?
I know. A coming-of-age story…MY coming-of-age story. My “real life”. An exaggerated version of my old school Father with anger issues, a brother whose sole purpose is to torment me, a Mom who believes in me but lost her say and an Uncle who is my greatest friend and support system - the Dad that I never had.
And then we’ll just break a bunch of shit. Video games, consoles, Thanksgiving Dinner, cars, rooms, pools, trailers…Literally anything we can get our hands on to hook people in. The Dad is a destructive machine and it’s making the kid CRAZY. All while he’s filming it for views and trying to show the world and his Pops it IS a career. Money rolls in, fans/haters become a part of the narrative and suddenly every single one of my friends and extended family members are in on it!
Whether we’re shoveling pig shit with Uncle Chris at McCann’s Farm, playing Skyrim in a tent in the woods (Eagle’s Landing), getting spooky at Aunt Jackie’s house with two monkeys effing a football, my parents divorcing and my mom becoming an alcoholic with Mrs. Stahlberger or hunting for jobs and suckling ice cream from a spout at Toni’s Treats…it was always an adventure!
I can’t thank all of you enough for what has been the greatest honor of my life, you have trusted me for over a decade now with telling stories and being a part of my family. You have truly made my dreams come true, that’s why I’ve always worked so damn hard to give it back to you. “McJuggerNuggets was always so fake” some would say, his series aren’t real…but the irony is that the ones who were there on the journey, you KNOW it was real. It was real to me. You can FEEL it in the subtext.
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