The Scetic Squad began in 2021, and fell apart in early 2024. Over the course of three years, we managed to do a lot of damage, often to innocent and undeserving people. While we took pride at the time for putting positive spins on our "operations" - claiming that the people we were attacking were gross coomers that "had it coming" or that they learned "valuable lessons" - it can be safely said now that our actions at the time were indefensible. Plain and simple.


Founded by me (Cap) and the elusive "Epi," the original goal of the organization was to get away with juvenile trolling under banner of "activism;" claiming that our actions would somehow act as a catalyst for unspecified positive change. As new members were recruited (and with old ones, such as Freight and Mercy, quietly leaving at a point), our methods of trolling began to closer resemble targeted harassment, with the primary goal of the server being dedicated to gathering and distributing the personal information of our unfortunate "targets."



With an upcoming YouTube channel dedicated to commentaries over drawthread drama (a means of gauging how susceptible a potential target might be to our harassment), a channel on our discord dedicated to mocking people's art (another means of seeing how potential targets may react to being provoked), and a growing directory of our targets personal information, we were systematic in our approach to harassment. Furthermore, we were able to manipulate other sites such as Soyjak.party into serving our efforts, by derailing their raids and directing them towards drawthreads on multiple occasions.


At the same time, we managed to maintain a "legitimate front" by enlisting less insidious individuals to spam and make edits for us, which allowed us to continue to pass ourselves off as innocent autists and "shitposters." Of couse, the true intent of the core members of the organization was far darker.


As opportunities for larger exposure presented themselves to us, we took full advantage of them. Continuing to manipulate the drawpile eventually got us into their discords, which we utilized to harass, and on some occasions, even extort our targets like Puke and Ivy. Our small discord servers and minor e-celebs began to establish their own fanbases, many of whom were blissfully unaware of our true purposes. We established secret connections with established internet personalties who enlisted our help in sabotaging their competion. We brought ourselves near national attention when news media began to cover an album we were creating using the assistance of AI by the title of "Smoked" (which, thankfully, was never actually finished).


We played a dangerous game with many our operations, narrowly avoiding any sort of serious consequences for very serious charges. We blackmailed police officers, impersonated religious officials, intimidated the families of our victims, and pushed unstable individuals to the point where they suffered complete breakdowns. It is difficult to ascertain if we were directly responsible for any loss of life, but the unfortunate reality is that we may very well have likely been so. It seems almost petty to say this, but the thought of this will likely haunt me until the day I die.


Subpoenas, takedown requests, letters of legal intent, and pleas from the friends and families of our victims were all laughed off. We took nothing and no one seriously, and rarely faced any [immediate] consequences for our actions. One of the few measurable blows to the Scetic Squad over the course of our run was when Duck caused Cybr to leave the server for over a month after making comments about huffing his ball sweat... But we got our vengeance when we doxxed Duck and leaked pictures of him in women's clothing, resulting in his permanent disappearance from drawthreads as a whole. In hindsight, that was probably one of our few positive contributions as an organization.


Behind the scenes, egos among the core organization clashed with one another, causing many to leave and pursue other projects. There was a palpable sense of paranoia, as those who remained not only feared the "traitors" but the other remaining members of the organization as well. There was no trust between any members of the squad, and none of us could truly call each other friends. Anyone who made the mistake of revealing any detail of personal information was consequently mocked and shamed for it, which I can personally attest lead to a lot of pent-up stresses and pain.


Utimately, paranoia would be the primary force which eventually killed the Scetic Squad, as several of the few remaining members feared that Epi and I would re-purpose the server in order to propagate / advertise a new YouTube channel of mine. Despite the fact that I had no intention of doing that (the youtube channel was meant to be about drawthread drama, as previously stated), members took "pre-emptive action" by creating scripts to spam the server and rendering it unusuable. Rather than cleaning up the server and kicking those responsibe out, Epi and I simply decided we'd shut it down.


I wish I could claim it was because I had matured enough by that point that I had wanted to "move on," but it had more to do with the simple fact that the times had changed: Drawthreads were quickly evolving, drawfags and anons alike were beginning to filter our spam, and our old tactics were having less impact on a new generation of drawfags. Rather than growing to recognize the error of our ways (by that point in time), we had simply grown tired.


And so, the Scetic Squad died, not with a bang, or even so much a whimper. But instead, quietly overnight without warning or notice.


And so I say "good riddance" to the Scetic Squad and all that it stood for. Selfishly, I attribute to it the fact that I was forced to hide my own sexuality and harass my fellow LGBT peers, prolonging an addiction to prescription painkillers, stunting my emotional growth and suppressing my sense of empathy, as well as generally enabling behaviours which I can now recognize as depicable. My association with the server cost me friendships, opportunities, and precious time I can never reclaim.


However, I firmly believe that no pity should be spared on my behalf. The true victims of the Scetic Squad were the targets of our harassment and those who associated with them, many of whom became targets themselves. The system we developed for disrupting and destroying our victims very lives was pure evil, as were those of us who participated in the process. There are no excuses for what we did, and no means of justifying any of our actions at that time. We did nothing to accelerate any sort of "learning process" for our victims who demonstrated immaturity or naivete, and taught no lessons to those who battled with their immorality.



It's impossible to track exactly how many victims of the Scetic Squad there were, or even who many of them were. When I took measures to ensure that no archive or record of the server would exist, the names and details of our victims disappeared with it. Personally (thanks in part to my painkiller-induced "altered state of mind," and also to my generally poor memory), I can't recall many of the details of the Scetic Squad's history. Attempting to recall even a general timeline of events comes at difficult for me, and several of those who may still remember the finer details are certainly unwilling to cooperate with me at this point in any effort to make amends.



And so, it is with great frustration with myself that I must admit: I have little else to offer than my sincerest, deepest regrets to those affected by the Scetic Squad. The consequences I face for my actions do little to compensate for the damages I caused, and I live with the knowledge I may never fully atone for my actions during the Scetic Squad's run. Not a day goes by where I don't think about the things I did during this time, and allow my thoughts to turn to self-hatred and loathing.



If there was any good that came of the rise and fall of the Scetic Squad, I like to think that maybe at least a small fraction of our members have since grown as people, and found better paths / higher purposes for ourselves in life. Of course, there are those of us who are still stuck in the toxic mindset and self-destructive patterns we established during that time, and it's likely that some of them may never mature at all. I can't help but feel responsible for their continued actions, and at least partially to blame for the monsters I had a hand in creating.



Furthermore, there's the chance that others may learn a lesson from the history of the organization, and recognize that there's nothing good to be gained from following in our footsteps or emulating any of our actions. I should hope it is plain to see that the impact it had on my life is entirely negative, and damn near ruined it. If you're of the mind to tell yourself "that'll never happen to me" or that I was just "too weak," let me remind you that I took this awful hobby as fart as it could go and played it for nearly four years. I was very good at the awful things I did, and I nearly managed to completely detach myself from what I once called my "pety emotions." Nowadays, it's nothing short of sickening for me to think back on what I did, and indescribably difficult to convince myself that I'm truly capable of moving on from it. You may not be able to imagine ever getting tired of or feeling guilt about this shit now, but trust me: You will in time. The only question is, will it be in time to make a change?


"Glad I could help."
-John F. Kennedy.