I don't know how to say this so I will just say it. What I saw last night shocked me to the core. I still wonder if I didn't dream it all... I
realise the following tale will be for most of you an unbelievable one but I cannot contain it any longer and if only for my own soul, I must tell it
ATS and it's owners would have you believe that the revenue they generate is used to finance vacations for the owners and Mods in the Bahamas and
other far-flung places, drinking cocktails and relaxing in the sun. Unfortunately, nothing could be further from the truth. Again, I cannot stress
enough how hard it's been for me after seeing what I've seen but before I get accidentally suicided with no logical explanation, my tale.
As last evening progressed I urgently needed to make use of the bathroom facilities so I desperately started opening random doors looking for the
men's room. I found a door I had never seen before and opened it. No toilet on the other side was to be found, nothing but a long corridor. The
corridor led to another door and then to a set of steps carved into what appeared to be bedrock. Walking even quicker with a fuller bladder I
descended the steps to be confronted by a locked iron gate. I could hear the sound of screams and clanking chains in the distance which was bad
enough, but on the iron gate was a large sign painted in what appeared to be blood. It said: "Forbidden entry to unauthorised personnel!" The lock
was easy to pick, being old and rusty. One good kick and it just broke. My bladder was bursting by now...
I was now so desperate to use a toilet that I just kept going and then I saw the painful reality of ATS, at which point all the contents of my bladder
just seemed to retreat back into my body. I'm sure everyone knows some of the more prominent but now non-present members that used to post a lot.
People interested in Mars rocks, alien craft and all things spacey among other things conspiratorial? Well, some of those "banned" members never
really left. Not all of them anyway. A Hotel California, if you will.
They are chained to a wall in cells in the dungeon underneath our very feet for their and our safety apparently, awaiting the necessary funds to
facilitate their permanent residence in mental homes. Each cell has a name posted outside. I may not mention the names. Some patients were babbling
incoherently, some were screaming, some were dribbling over the floor with a blank look in their eyes and one or two were just rocking quietly back
and forth, all awaiting their next meal. (I won't mention the guy who was spreading another cell-mates' excrement over his own body!) It was a very
sad sight to see indeed. I guess sometimes people can't handle the truth and when all is finally revealed, some people go mad.
Please, ATS, help these members. Do not alert a Mod to this thread, it will be shut down immediately. Do donate to ATS to facilitate the
rehabilitation of our fallen brothers and sisters. A packet of Ramen and an extra tin-foil hat really does go a long way to keeping them safe and
sound. Every little helps.
Thank you on behalf of the fallen!