Anyway, it seems this thread has served its purpose. It was never intended as a ban appeal, just an explanation as to how I could justify saying such monstrous things to a person. The answer being "because they told me to. Repeatedly. Here are the screenshots proving that on several occasions." Obviously I had reservations. I admitted both that I was creeping myself out (to which the direct reply was that I Wasn't creeping them out despite all the unhinged things I'd said) and that my actual motivations were more wholesome than just having a friend who liked making me look crazy. It was fun to play the part of a monster for a friend who wanted that from me, but I really genuinely just wanted to keep my friend and actually do something fun or meaningful with our time instead.
In hindsight, the only purpose besides their own entertainment seemed to be taking me out of context behind closed doors, culminating in this.
My only regrets with [redacted] are actually trusting them and simply playing a part for validation instead of recognizing my own boundaries and just. Not giving them what they wanted in place of the actual friendship we once had. I'm under no illusions the screenshots make me look good, but they also show me actually checking the boundaries and being told repeatedly to keep acting crazy. That doing so brought [redacted] joy. That I wasn't being creepy despite creeping myself out. That the monstrosity was all they really wanted from me.
My only regrets elsewhere are being so needlessly conflict-hungry that I gave people a reason to want to be rid of me, to the point they'd outright manufacture a reason to do it. It's killed me twice, now.
Regarding 10 years ago, it's old news. I was desperate to escape the abusive environment that made me and I made mistakes. I did what I thought I had to to survive. I would regret those actions more if my roommates from back then hadn't made a point to treat me like trash once I was trapped with them, and continued the one-sided hate affair for years after. The one thing I can't rationalize or explain is my actions toward a friend prior to that move, but I was forgiven a year later and that person became one of my oldest, closest friends afterwards.
I don't expect anyone to believe me or agree with me. Not publicly. I wouldn't touch this shit with a ten foot pole if I weren't hopelessly entrenched in it. I apologized to one of my friends about the ripples of this catching them and they told me "this hasn't impacted me in any way besides being worried about my friend. I don't believe you're a groper or a bad person. you just make poor decisions." And truthfully, I don't have an argument for that. Good decisions wouldn't have brought me here. But I also wouldn't be here if people weren't desperate enough to tear me down that they have to dig up dirt to do it, or lie when they don't know where to find it.
Ultimately people are gonna believe what they want to. The only receipt I can't argue against is a decade-old one I've long been forgiven for. The next was a lie from outside the TF2 community that nearly made me kill myself. The next was entrapment that probably would have sealed the deal if they'd gone all in when I wanted to die the first two times. Now, it's just kinda funny to me. A bunch of strangers want me dead because they believe a lie about arm touching. Some others are just willfully overlooking the evidence that my only actual recent creepy behavior was directly, repeatedly encouraged from me.
I don't care anymore. Game was fun. Most of the people, kinda the worst. But in some ways, I'm the worst guy of them all. I treated the stealth class like a duelist and played too honestly for my own good, down to the cruel, bitter end. I regret little. Fuck y'all. I'm out.