Gene Steinberg's Financial Shenanigans @ Paracast forums

[Double Nought Spy]

yes yesterday

That would be the one with the title, "I barely survived this weekend"

What a drama queen. I suppose he and Barb almost had to go to some senior center or worse, (gad!) soup kitchen in order to keep from starving to death. I think "barely surviving" is a concept Gene has zero familiarity with.

 

[GhostofBiedny]

That would be the one with the title, "I barely survived this weekend"

What a drama queen. I suppose he and Barb almost had to go to some senior center or worse, (gad!) soup kitchen in order to keep from starving to death. I think "barely surviving" is a concept Gene has zero familiarity with.

Yes it was yesterday afternoon for me UK time. Perhaps Gene has learned his lesson after all these years.

Or more likely he got held up at the casino.

Maybe if we are really lucky he is taking some extra time to come up with a new disaster storyline - with new characters and perhaps some strange twists.

I don't want to get too excited because Schemey is not really much of a writer but I am always hoping he will surprise us.

Edit: - I would like a Schemey comic strip!

 

[Standingstones]

Steinberg should just be honest for a change: "Babs and I need some extra cash to play the One Arm Bandits at the casino. After that we will head over to IHOP for some breakfast and a hot cup of Joe. You can send your donations to PayPal now. My account is fixed."

Who knows, maybe some bonehead might actually send him some cash.

 

[bill.zen]

I have to say that I never even heard of paracast until I came to this forum, and by what I’m reading in this thread I have no interest in visiting there. Maybe only out of pure curiosity only.

He’d have a really hard time proving defamation in a US court. You have to prove maliciousness with intent to harm, which I’ve seen none of in this thread. As another poster said, pointing out the actions of a con man is not defamation.

 

[pepe]

This is turning into the Falconio of the expanse.

Ended up with two old ladies, tea and biscuits.

 

[bill.zen]

This is turning into the Falconio of the expanse.

Ended up with two old ladies, tea and biscuits.

HA, I was thinking the same. Lol

 

[pepe]

HA, I was thinking the same. Lol

I got amongst Peter's riddle and came out dry.

 

[bill.zen]

I remember posting in that thread a couple of times just for a laugh. Lol

 

[pepe]

I remember posting in that thread a couple of times just for a laugh. Lol

I put the two old ladys' minds at rest. I like Murdoch was a huge tweeker and suffered a deep sense of paranoia when dealing with gypsies. I was prepared to stick fight the invisible, ended up terrorising some random guy who said he feared for his life. Never meant a second of it.

 

[bill.zen]

I remember my posts in that thread basically asking why they kept debating the issue. Seemed like they were flogging a dead horse.

Maybe someone should bring the thread back to see what happens lol

 

[pepe]

I remember my posts in that thread basically asking why they kept debating the issue. Seemed like they were flogging a dead horse.

Maybe someone should bring the thread back to see what happens lol

Envy of the subjects girlfriend. Good looking, now rich and famous, with a decaying spouse no one can find. Every chicks dream. They were convinced of her guilt.

 

[bill.zen]

Sounds like a lot of cases nowadays. Police tend to go after the low hanging fruit to get an easy conviction.

 

[pepe]

Sounds like a lot of cases nowadays. Police tend to go after the low hanging fruit to get an easy conviction.

Fire fighting at best. Too much to handle in this day and age. What goes undealt with is almost criminal.

 

[Wade]

Yes it was yesterday afternoon for me UK time. Perhaps Gene has learned his lesson after all these years.

Or more likely he got held up at the casino.

Maybe if we are really lucky he is taking some extra time to come up with a new disaster storyline - with new characters and perhaps some strange twists.

I don't want to get too excited because Schemey is not really much of a writer but I am always hoping he will surprise us.

Edit: - I would like a Schemey comic strip!

I was thinking the same thing , a Gene meme just in time for Halloween. We'd all pile on at Creepypasta and go at it. Inside a month he'd be all over (even more so) the internets

 

[GhostofBiedny]

I was thinking the same thing , a Gene meme just in time for Halloween. We'd all pile on at Creepypasta and go at it. Inside a month he'd be all over (even more so) the internets

If someone wants to polish up and adapt that Uber Creepypasta style story please feel free - with a good writer it might stand a chance of becoming a meme. (I'll post the text here but let me know if you need a different format).

Be careful when you use Uber
I feel strange even recounting this story and I know most people will think that I am making this up.
To be honest, I wouldn’t believe it if I heard it from someone else.
Even now that it has been a few weeks for me to digest what happened I still think it is crazy and I have no explanation.
My name is Anders and I live in Arizona.
I had been on a night out celebrating my birthday. It had been a good night and as I lived some distance from my friends, I had decided to get an Uber.
I ordered the car but less than a minute after I had used the app a notification came up on my phone saying the Uber was here.
Right in front of me was what looked like a brand new car. The odd thing was I didn’t see it drive up the road.
One moment the street was empty and the next a car was there.
It was at this moment I realised the area surrounding the car was really dark and I couldn’t see inside.
“Anders?” - a voice asked out of the darkness.
A cold chill went down my spine I could just make out that the front driver’s window was open a crack.
“Yes? I’m Anders.” - despite my trepidation I got in to the car.
I was barely inside when I noticed the driver locked all the doors. The engine wasn’t even running.
“Anders I’ve been waiting for you….” The driver was still hard to make out because he was in shadow. There appeared to be some kind of small animal nesting on top of his head.
“Anders you need to fix the website. You need to fix it fast. I only have $2 left in my Paypal account and I need to pay rent for tomorrow.”
I was starting to feel a mild sense of nausea.
It was hard to breathe. There was something wrong with the air. It was stale, dead almost, like you would imagine the air in a crypt - even though the car looked like it was brand new.
“Sir I think you are mistaking me for someone else. I don’t know you and I don’t know what website you are talking about. I just want to go home if you just open the doors I can leave you alone…”
“Anders! Here’s a personal update!” the man growled and shifted in his seat.
It was then that the light fell on his face and I was able to see the full horror.
On top of a a scrawny, skeletal body was what appeared to be the face of a corpse and not one that had died recently - it looked like he had been dead for several months at least.
Two large bulging eyes appeared to about to burst out of his gaunt, wasted skull. There was a look of madness in those eyes and the whole ensemble was topped off with a coarse wig that looked like it was made of animal fur.
“Anders! You must finish the website! It is one of the only ways to assist Gene Steinberg!”
“What website? I don’t know what you are talking about. I don’t know anything about websites. I’m a car salesman. Who is Gene Steinberg?” - I was finding it hard to even respond. That air seemed more and more stale.
“Anders!” - As he said my name again his eyes grew bigger. It also seemed like the misshapen wig was moving of its own accord - almost as if it was coming to life. I did not want to wait around long enough to see that happen again.
“You dare to make fun of the Great Gene Steinberg.? The man who was at the heart of the Ufology Superfriends in the mid twentieth century? The man who knew Jim Mosley? The modern incarnation of Supergirl? Don’t make me tell you the stories!”
The threat made no sense but I knew the threat was real.
The sense of dread grew within me.
I anticipated that hearing the stories would be a fate worse than death. I had to hold back the urge to vomit as I realised that my very soul was at risk.
“Please sir. I don’t want the stories. I just want to go home. Please let me go. I won’t tell anyone.” -This response only seemed to enrage him.
“Anders!” He barked. “Here’s an update on my money dilemma! I need to pay the motel bill by tomorrow. I need money fast and the redesigned website will help me suck money out of more souls. I need more souls. You must build the website. Bring me more souls.”
What was he talking about? I tried to reason with him:
“Sir I can’t build a website. I don’t know how. Please let me go.” I was panicking and hopelessly trying to open the latch on the door.
He paused for a moment before sucking in some air. It created a strange rattling sound like a vacuum cleaner with a small object stuck in the nozzle. His eyes seemed to grow bigger and bulged out even more.
He leant further back towards me and said in the most chilling whisper I have ever heard:
“Anders will you build the website? You must say yes or you will never leave. Just say yesssssss……” - The sentence turned into a hiss.
I realised that there was no choice. If I was ever to escape I would have to agree.
“Fine yes, I will build it, just let me go. LET ME GO HOME!” - as I screamed in desperation the doors suddenly unlocked.
I shot out of the car and ran away down the street as fast as I could. I had run at least a quarter of a mile down that straight road before I had to stop to catch my breath.
When I looked back the car was gone.
At no point did I hear the engine start up or the car drive away. It had just gone along with the skeletal madman that inhabited it.
I checked my phone and saw that there had been no notifications from Uber. Indeed, my request for a car had also disappeared.
It was like I never used the app.
I was in shock - what had just happened? What was that car? Why was a corpse driving it and why did it keep telling me to build a website?
None of it makes sense.
I still have nightmares about that night - it is like that demented corpse is haunting me in my dreams.
He keeps asking me “Anders how long until the website will be finished?”
The only way I can end the dream is to lie and say - “a few more days”. I don’t know how long it can continue.
Every day I wake up with a sense of impending doom. I feel like it is only a matter of time until that ghost car driven by a corpse will be back to take me.
Even now I can’t bring myself to use Uber. I just can’t take the risk that “he” will appear.
Hopefully by writing about it I can start to get over this bizarre experience - maybe someone else has encountered this demonic entity and can offer advice as to how I can be free of it.
Just remember to be careful when you use Uber or you may end up like me.

 

[Wade]

Here's what I've come up so far.Its a work in progress and it's also fair use(I hope!) if somebody wants to add I'm to it , go for it, but I think I'm going to work on scenarios to use it for

 

[nivek]

Crickets...lol, so true...

October 14, 2018 — Alejandro Rojas and Curtis Collins

...

 

[Wade]

Something on the order of this.....

 

[GhostofBiedny]

Of course it couldn't last - the King of Bullshit has a new plea:

You can help save my future!
Hi,

You’ve been hearing about my financial problems for a while, so I’ll be brief.

My financial ups and downs over the years have left me in a motel, living day-to-day, in danger of running out of money and becoming homeless.

I’m late with the October payment to the storage facility. There’s where our household goods are stored.

Other bills are due, but these are the most serious expenses.

Through the years, I’ve also been harassed by a pack of cyberbullies that has also contacted potential donors, guests and advertisers and asked them to stay away from me. Recently, one of my outside employers was contacted with a bogus complaint.

Here’s how you can help me today:

The best way to help is via PayPal. Please go to: Send Money, Pay Online or Set Up a Merchant Account - PayPal, login and use the Send to friends and family option. Enter my email address, gene@technightowl.com, and click or tap Next to continue the transaction.

I can also accept payments through Facebook Messenger, and Apple Pay Cash via the Messages app, Venmo and Skrill. Please contact me to work out the details.

Yet another way to help, a long-term solution, is to sign up for The Paracast+, our premium subscription package. When you subscribe, you can download enhanced versions of the show free of network ads, plus the After The Paracast podcast with more cutting-edge conversation.

If we could double or triple our Paracast+ membership real soon now, most of my money woes would be history. I might even be able to cut back some of my ride-sharing gigs.

If you want more information, please visit:

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If you have any questions about my living situation, please let me know.

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Peace,
Gene

 

[Standingstones]

Of course it couldn't last - the King of Bullshit has a new plea:

You have to love this asshole. Now it’s a “pack” of cyberbullies harassing Steinberg. His members are leaving in droves or being eliminated by him, but if he could only “triple” the membership he would be solvent. Well, I see zero members in the chat rooms, so zero times 3 still equals zero. The BS is piling up high today. At least Steinberg has 4 different ways you can send him your hard earned money. What a sweet guy.