Not that I know of. I walked away and it was anti-climactic. I believe one is living in a broken down van and thinks Elon Musk talks to him directly, not that poverty and mental health issues are anything to make fun of.

I was the target. It was an IRL one that moved to the internet.

I tried to get people to use each other’s preferred pronouns. The hate didn’t really ramp up until I brought up facts and evidence.

It had all the elements of your standard hate mob, with trolling, doxxing, threats, and all that.

Ooo which one?

I’m just impressed you engineered a snow fort with a door that opens.

I steal it from behind the ice rink.

This is delightful. I haven’t quinzhee camped since I was a teenager, but once my friends and I made one tall enough to stand in with the help of a friendly gravekeeper and his backhoe.

Send him to pick flowers…

Guys, is farming gay?

Oh no thank you, they’re not really my thing.

My life would be a lot better so it would make up for the rest.

Everyone gets a bag of werther’s original.

Go outside at least once a day when I don’t need to be outside.

Speaking as someone with recurrent severe depression, my closest friends are the ones who harass me with their love. That said, I would never want someone to try to reach me through my family. Her situation might be different.

Depression is very isolating, it can make you feel unworthy of being around people because you can’t be fun, and you get anxious about making “mistakes.”

My favorite people are the ones who randomly show up, drag me out, ask me for help with something (introvert cheat code,) and buy me games without asking so we can play together.

If she’s an adult, she’s capable of telling someone to back off if it’s too much.