Around 7ish drunk pavlovs ago, I did the thing I regret most in the world, and it was worse than when I permanently destroyed my original vive controllers, worse than when I got trophy lewded, worse than when my poor mangled left index thumbstick died in my very hands... 
I surrendered my top score to another sweaty man over the internet. 
That was the true catalyst as to why I had gone on my first hiatus. 
It had nothing to do with getting dumped by my vrfu, but that was a good alibi for the time. 
Every single day for months straight thinking about what I had allowed happen tormented me and filled my dreams with terrors. I'm not exactly sure how much the event contributed to my sandbagging in games and toxic gaming, but I’m certain it was a primary contributor. But that's fine by me. 
Despite all of this, I do not blame the [spoiler]vrfps fox.[/spoiler] In fact, I am grateful. S/He simply acted in his/her nature, and even though I had to pay dearly for my fall, it illuminated me, it taught me the danger and emptiness that lies beneath the seemingly smiling anime faces, as if I was looking into the face of death itself. Of course, this is but one facet of the multi-ring horror circus that is 40 people in a shitposting therapy server. My allies in the vrfps channel have done much to cover the other horrible problems of which we suffer daily, and if I covered them in the detail that they deserved, then this manifesto would turn into a book.
So, who is exactly at blame here for this terrible situation? It's (you). It's every single person who doesn't join vrfps lobbies or doesn't even have pavlov or contractors installed, the state of young females(male) permanently scaring their minds just from dave's gore update. It’s like a deagle headpat for your mind. Except unlike literal deagle headpats, it can be simply offset by doing an eco round. Not even the slightest bit of reverence or respect for the dire nature of things is given.