Thoughts From Cheater_1
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That's so sad. All those years of cheating when you could have been bettering yourself. If you had spent half of your effort of cheating towards really learning you probably could have become a titled player by now.
Cheater: in retrospect, you don't feel as if those thousands of games were a waste of time? Did you ever win any real tournaments without cheating? (If you already posted you did, sorry, I'm hurrying to read these posts as I have to leave home soon.)
Gameboy has been around for 12 year?
Even if there some holes in your story why come clean and admit it? Sure you can pretend to be anybody/anything on the Internet. You can fool others but at the end of the day you cant fool yourself, If you can fool yourself then you should seek professional help.
My last game is a perfect example on why I like to play. It was a 55 move draw and my opponent was lower ranked than me and got points for the draw when I lost points. BUT! Is was well worth the loss of points to play it because it was a good/fun game. I sometimes have to lose in order to figure out how to win, and I think that goes for life in general.
Why come clean after all these years? You grew up, guilt or you thought you fooled other people but was only fooling yourself? IMO i would rather play a computer than use a cheat program because I dont see much fun in being something im not.
I cant help but find this funny because I made an honest mistake and had to defend myself to where you think you have been slick all those years. LoL to each there own i guess.
TalFan wrote: Reb wrote: Someone who is a confessed cheater is also a liar?! Imagine that?! LOL
That's a dumb conclusion , the two things have got nothing to do with each other. There was a link I saw of a webpage that gives a cheater's account of why he cheated and wahct he was thinking at the time . I thought it was an interesting read.
How is it a dumb conclusion? It goes to show the person who cheats has no morals/scruples and is certainly also capable of lying. What's dumb is not to understand or believe this.
Markle wrote:
Personally i feel that anyone who cheats is a complete LOSER, what kind of pleasure do you get by knowing the record you have is not legitimate. If you werent so lazy and worthless, and spent a little time trying to improve your chess you may actually become pretty good. All things considered we all have to answer for our actions one day, and this type of behaviour i hope is worth it when you have to answer to the big guy.
Alright, this here is the part where my ribs get tickled. Personally I can't imagine what sort of pleasure ANYBODY gets from having ANY sort of a record, period! If you weren't all much too frightened of the alternative to even entertain any thoughts on the matter, you'd be forced to agree that regardless of how it turns out, any historical record anyone can make in this world is about as useful in retrospect as a toilet bowl full of fecal matter. I also find it awfully difficult to imagine the Big Guy concerning Himself in the least with any of the ridiculous historical trivia you creepy poltroons see fit to get mixed up in. The only thing He needs to hear from you lot is the continual singing of His praises, and anything else you can do with your time is a complete waste of His. He is the Big Guy, after all, and who the hell are you? Just another supid creepy little ego waiting to be perfuntorily squelched by the likes of yours truly, I'll be hidebound. I don't care what program you tried using against me, I would have CREAMED it by dint of my own superior herculean chess brain that I spent those same years you wasted cheating honing & polishing by practicing relentlessly against all manner of chess engines as well as seasoned veteran human opponents who were invariably sent crawling back to their respective drawing boards by me. So I'm here to attest in no uncertain terms that no matter how impressively your chess history turns out it still all adds up to nothing more than a complete waste of everybody's precious and irreplaceable time insofar as the Big Guy is concerned because you don't know what you're missing or whose lips you could be kissing and you should have spent your history making far better love to your maker than that stupid brand of egocentric love you wasted on your own creepy self. But if you absolutely insist on making love exclusively to your own stupid creepy ego, there's no better place for you to learn how to make the very utmost out of that raw deal than by studying my fabulous magnum opus which you'll find posted for sale at unorthodoxchess.com. The opening strategies presented in MY chess book can help you learn to easily make mincemeat out of any stupid old computer chess programs. Just ask God if you don't believe me! 
And now, just to completely louse up your stoopid thread and bore you all right back to bed, I'm going to grace you with a rousing rendition of my latest fabulous song that I just made up.
You're so scared of me that you're peeing in your pants, peeing in your pants, peeing in your pants! You're so scared of me that you're peeing in your pants, peeing in your cry baby girlie man pants.
You're so scared of me that you're pooping in your drawers, pooping in your drawers, pooping in your drawers. You're so scared of me that you're pooping in your drawers, pooping in your stupid creepy poltroon drawers.
You're so scared of me that you have to run away, have to run away, have to run away. You're so scared of me that you have to run away, as fast as your rubber chicken legs will carry you.
You're so scared of me that you're hiding under the bed, lurking under the bed, skulking under the bed. You're so scared of me that you're cowering under the bed, in an undisclosed location.
You're so scared of me that you're sucking on your thumb, sucking on your thumb, sucking on your thumb. You're so scared of me that you're sucking on your thumb, while crying to your mama.
Alright, well, so far so good. It's still a work in progress and I'm open to constructive contributions at least, if not criticism. Criticize Groo at your own personal risk! Like I said, history is all bad no matter what happens but all you creepy poltroons will still be hard pressed to top mine. Because don't forget that you all owe me your lives already. Not because I SAVED them, but because I SPARED them, by not destroying the world back in the year 2002 with my brilliant sure-fire global warming scheme that would have worked for certain had it ever been implemented, and consigned us all to the inferno just like in that "Symphony of Destruction" song by Megadeth; or like the character in that "River Below" video by Billy Talent. Absolute destructive power came into my hands the day I had the big EUREKA, which is when it dawned on my foggy noggin that all I had to do to engineer the total annihilation of all life on planet Earth was to convince even a tiny proportion of the population that global warming was a GOOD THING in the best interests of all concerned, and persuade them to help contribute to the promotion and causing of a runaway greenhouse effect by flooding our atmosphere with mass quantities of highly potent man-made greenhouse gases such as Sulfur Hexaflouride for example, which are HUNDREDS of times more effective and long-lasting than the usual greenhouse gases environmentalists worry about, thus converting the environment on Earth to resemble that of planet Venus with average 900 degree surface temperatures. Naturally having the internet handy makes researching this sort of stuff a snap. Then by means of the simple expedient of the ultimate insane diatribe condensed down to a single, easily photocopiable page of deadly seditious propaganda to be surreptitiously distributed far and wide, which I spent well over a year carefully editing and perfecting down to the last word, I was all set to drop the big one upon an unsuspecting world at the merest whim. It felt just like having my finger on the global destruct button, or holding a loaded gun to the head of every living creature on the planet, simultaneously. I spent considerable time in this giddy state of Red Alert, walking around just gloating about the whole idea and pitying all the poor fools I laid eyes on for their pathetic ignorance and complete vulnerability to the fatal destiny of the unstoppable holocaust it was my personal option to inflict upon their future at my discretion. It may have seemed like a no-brainer to most people, but in my case it was extremely difficult for me to decide on the best course of action to pursue since I honestly believed at the time that we'd all be so much better off dead, and still remain unconvinced to this day that I did the right thing back then by sparing all our lives since every bad thing I see in this world I still chalk up as a vote in favor of my erstwhile perfidious diabolical plot for implementing total global destruction, and so continue to entertain some reservations, regrets and misgivings about having chosen to do what I finally reluctantly concluded was the right thing, which in my case amounted to simply doing nothing at all. And so having mulled it over at what I considered to be sufficient length (several months to be precise), in my feeble underqualified to handle this sort of massive stressful responsibility no doubt laid on it by a mischievous higher power as some sort of a test of character or something brain, I finally decided to change my stupid feeble mind about it, burned every last copy of my deadly wicked plot (not a terrorist plot mind you, as my intent was never to terrorize but merely to euthanize, or to sterilize - like the Nomad probe in that old Star Trek episode), still unread by any other mortal eyes, and forgot about the whole thing - or at least shoved it as far into the back of my feeble mind as it would go. That was the day by my reckoning that I SAVED THE WORLD (from myself), and ever since then we've all been living on borrowed time so far as I am concerned. 5 whole years of borrowed time we've logged already and counting, touch wood! So I guess that makes me SOME kind of an unsung hero, if not exactly one worthy of all your gratitude and adoration, let alone tribute. (Which I admit I could sorely use in my present destitute condition however richly deserved, and which you're all most welcome to tender by buying up mass copies of my fabulous chess book, which after all I more or less wrote to occupy my idle hands in lieu of destroying the world.) Admittedly I may be somewhat corrupt, but still remain quite possibly the sole exception to the time-honored adage that absolute power corrupts absolutely - which naturally explains why I felt so eminently qualified to accept the sacred duty thrust upon my shoulders by a mysterious fate of doing my bit to help destroy all those other absolutely corrupt creepy poltroons who so richly deserve it. You see, the bore about all us stupid creepy old sinners is that we never seem to tire of confessing our sins to anyone who'll listen, even long after they've become old news and everyone and his dog has had a bellyfull already and is sick to death of hearing about them.
And so in conclusion, I'd just like to take this opportunity to express my gratitude for furnishing this golden opportunity to piggyback my HUGE confession of being tempted of the devil to step into the role of the freaking antichrist at the dawn of the new millenium and recruit you all to join me on my death trip and help END THE WORLD (why say: "Goodbye, cruel world", when you can say: "Die, cruel world!!"?), on top of your trivial confession of conniving to ruin the day for so many better sports than yourself by letting a computer do all your thinking for you, which comes off sounding much more like idle braggadocio than a bona fide confession if you ask me, same as mine, since there's no actual contrition involved in either case; if only in the interests of making a concerted effort to make you feel like two cents - right where nobody would DREAM of ever taking it seriously in a million years, or even bothering to pay it any mind at all. But the fact remains that I still at least fancy myself to be a relatively honest man, and that just so happens to be my true life story. Who in their right mind, always assuming they had a right mind to be in of course, would ever be stupid enough make something like that up, and why on earth would they bother? Besides which, so far as I'm concerned I may well still be putting us all at grave risk merely by relating my story, because the possibility for the above described scenario to transpire still remains wide open and who knows, some other stupid creepy poltroon like yours truly might well feel inspired to follow in those errant footsteps of mine on that crooked mile I walked once upon a time during some crazy megalomaniacal phase I went through long ago in my foolhardy youth, if only for the sake of the irresistibly massive ego trip it offers of taking the credit for killing everyone - and then proceed to take that one fateful step too many, thereby eventually converting us all into smoldering crispy critters.
In order to cheat one must lie. A man that will lie to you will also steal from you. I'm done with this thread.
Your a very sad person
Nov 25, 2007
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Thanks for the comments. I'd like to continue my story, but I'll respond to a few comments first. Yes, gameboy has been around for 17 years now. Before that I used SARGON for the Commodore 64. I'm 41 years old, remember. My skin is very very, very thick so it doesn't bother me when you all call me a liar or that I have holes in my stories. I've heard far worse in the last 10 years. Most of it is just jealousy. I have no need to defend myself because anyone knows going 500-0 is quite simple when you have fritz running on a dual processor with gigs and gigs of ram while lagging the server down so you can get over 200 moves off in a two minute game. Child's play. I'm not writing this to be a troll or to push buttons. I thought I'd lay it all out in a blog-like fashion--like a memoir. By the way, cheating augmented my chess experience--I am a USCF member. Anyway, as the 20th century came to a close, I was quite an infamous person on POGO and Yahoo, but I was growing bored. I felt that I summited Everest. No one presented a challenge to my screen names, I padded one name to 9999 before it got deleted (REDPANDA),and I was thinking of calling it quits. I had kept detailed records of the hundreds of screen names and their respective personalities, records, etc. I had amassed over 150,000 games with fewer than 400 losses. I had the latest dual processor comp, a recoded Chessmaster for one minute auto games, Junior, Fritz, HIARCS, Rebel Tiger--I had it all. But I had no life. I had thousands of enemies who swore they would hunt me down and kill me. I actually set up meetings to meet these people in public places, but I'm still here. And I made dozens of close internet friends who played prog vs. prog into the wee hours of the night with me, tweaking and tuning them. I miss them. But now it was time to retire. cheater_1 would go out with a BANG...........
sstreet81 wrote: If this site wants to cut cheating down, they should take the rating system off it. Then you'd have people playing each game as a game and not trying to build a reputation (but I don't think the hardcore players will like that).
If the ratings left I'd go with them. What would be the point of playing each game as a game with no way of judging where you stand or if you have improved? I think that's one of the great features of the site and why I play here. If I want social chess I'll head down to the park for some OTB with the grand pappies sitting next to the duck pond...
I don't buy any of this, but it's a cool read. More please.
This read may be fascinating for some people. It's not to me, but I would not call for this thread to be locked, or for cheater to be expelled from chess.com. If someone wants to say they used to cheat and no longer cheat, I think that is a good thing. As long as they are coming clean and are not going to do it again.
I do wonder what the point of it all is? I don't think it's opening anybody's eyes to anything. I think anyone can see the allure of cheating. Even when you cheat there is a little rush at winning a game. If you can't win without cheating... then I can see the temptation. Winning is fun.
What serious chess players know though, is that there is simply no substitute to the thrill you get from getting better and deepening your understanding. An exciting loss is funner and more interesting to a serious chess player than a game you win with no thought for yourself. Pouring yourself into a game so that game is a little piece of yourself... win or lose, that is a great experience.
I think Cheater_1 should be able to finish his story without mindless ridicule for who he used to be. I just think it needs to be said that the story in and of itself doesn't teach us anything, isn't helping anything or anyone (this is my opinion of course).
Understanding why people cheat isn't the problem, helping cheaters understand what they are missing out on, and how they are hurting chess is the problem.
Nov 25, 2007
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#32
Well put oginschile. You hit the nail on the head. I am coming clean. In the last 3 years I played no more than 10 internet chess games--8 were cheating probably. It holds no more thrill for me. Believe it or not. I hope to finish my story here in about 4 more posts. I"m not trying to force people to believe my story. It's 100% true, take it or leave it. What amazes me is that the gullible pinheads on this thread think that cheating doesn't take place on the internet. Or that people don't pad their scores. Or people don't plunk down 50 dollars to buy a top shelf prog so they can use it to win. All these moronic peons who are reading my story and not believing it, I say this: Spend some time at POGO in "clockwork orange" and see how often you get progged. It happens 80% time. Refusing to acknowledge that there are people who spend a lot of time and money cheating and who win ALOT on games just shows that most people in here belong in the CHECKERS room. I'll make one more post tonight and a few more tomorrow.
Wow.
I don't think it's that anybody doesn't believe that cheating goes on. Believe me, everyone here is painfully aware that cheating happens.
I think everyone believes that you cheated. It's not hard to be a cheater, and there are a lot out there.
I think a lot of people are wondering why you are posting this.
I'm not trying to get you to stop. By all means, continue. I will read it, and some people here seem genuinely interested in the read. I will read it only to see if there is a point to it all.
I don't mean any offense, but so far there doesn't seem to be a point. We all know that some of the top people at almost all chess sites got there by cheating. We all know that some people in the middle ranks cheat on "certain" games, but not all. Cheating happens. Why it happens is of very little interest to any of us. The "thrill" of cheating and getting away with it is of very little interest to any of us.
But if you have anything useful... it may be to those on the site that cheat "from time to time" or are tempted to cheat. So please, continue with the story.
hmmm cheating has nothing to do with lying?! i strongly disagree with that conclusion! when a person uses a chess program in an online match under the guise of his own abilities it is by definition a lie of misrepresentation or ommision if you prefer. either way it equates to a lie
Either way it's wrong.
I read all that you posted, but.......WHAT'S YOUR POINT?
Are you fishing for sympathy, empathy , or what, exactly? In prospective, it's not as if you killed anyone or anything on that level. Sounds like you just cheated yourself on years of actual chess learning.
It's nice and all that you came clean, but some things are better left unannounced. You can't blame others for name calling or finger pointing. "make your bed, gotta lay in it".
Maybe chesscheaters anonymous should be invented. hmmm? not a bad idea!
Sunny_Jim wrote: Markle wrote:
Personally i feel that anyone who cheats is a complete LOSER, what kind of pleasure do you get by knowing the record you have is not legitimate. If you werent so lazy and worthless, and spent a little time trying to improve your chess you may actually become pretty good. All things considered we all have to answer for our actions one day, and this type of behaviour i hope is worth it when you have to answer to the big guy.
Alright, this here is the part where my ribs get tickled. Personally I can't imagine what sort of pleasure ANYBODY gets from having ANY sort of a record, period. If you weren't all much too frightened of the alternative to even entertain any thoughts on the matter, you'd be forced to agree that regardless of how it turns out, any historical record anyone can make in this world is about as useful in retrospect as a toilet bowl full of fecal matter! I also find it awfully difficult to imagine the Big Guy concerning Himself in the least with any of the ridiculous historical trivia you creepy poltroons see fit to get mixed up in. The only thing He needs to hear from you lot is the continual singing of His praises, and anything else you can do with your time is a complete waste of His. He is the Big Guy, after all, and who the hell are you? Just another supid creepy little ego waiting to be perfuntorily squelched by the likes of yours truly, I'll be hidebound. I don't care what program you tried using against me, I would have CREAMED it by dint of my own superior herculean chess brain that I spent those same years you wasted cheating honing & polishing by practicing relentlessly against all manner of chess engines as well as seasoned veteran human opponents who were invariably sent crawling back to their respective drawing boards by me. So I'm here to attest in no uncertain terms that no matter how impressively your chess history turns out it still all adds up to nothing more than a complete waste of everybody's precious and irreplaceable time insofar as the Big Guy is concerned because you don't know what you're missing or whose lips you could be kissing and you should have spent your history making far better love to your maker than that stupid brand of egocentric love you wasted on your own creepy self. But if you absolutely insist on making love exclusively to your own stupid creepy ego, there's no better place for you to learn how to make the very utmost out of that raw deal than by studying my fabulous magnum opus which you'll find posted for sale at unorthodoxchess.com. The opening strategies presented in MY chess book can help you learn to easily make mincemeat out of any stupid old computer chess programs. Just ask God if you don't believe me!
And now, just to completely louse up your stoopid thread and bore you all right back to bed, I'm going to grace you all with a rousing rendition of my latest fabulous song that I just made up.
You're so scared of me that you're peeing in your pants, peeing in your pants, peeing in your pants! You're so scared of me that you're peeing in your pants, peeing in your cry baby girlie man pants.
You're so scared of me that you're pooping in your drawers, pooping in your drawers, pooping in your drawers. You're so scared of me that you're pooping in your drawers, pooping in your stupid creepy poltroon drawers.
You're so scared of me that you have to run away, have to run away, have to run away. You're so scared of me that you have to run away, as fast as your rubber chicken legs will carry you.
You're so scared of me that you're hiding under the bed, lurking under the bed, skulking under the bed. You're so scared of me that you're cowering under the bed, in an undisclosed location.
You're so scared of me that you're sucking on your thumb, sucking on your thumb, sucking on your thumb. You're sucking on your thumb, while your stupid nuts clench up and go numb.
Alright, well, so far so good. It's still a work in progress and I'm open to constructive contributions at least, if not criticism. Criticize Groo at your own personal risk! Like I said, history is all bad no matter what but all you creepy poltroons will still be hard pressed to top mine. Because don't forget that you all owe me your lives already. Not because I SAVED them, but because I SPARED them, by not destroying the world back in the year 2002 with my brilliant sure-fire global warming scheme that would have worked had it ever been implemented, and consigned us all to the inferno just like in that "Symphony of Destruction" song by Megadeth. So I guess that makes me SOME kind of an unsung hero, if not exactly one worthy of all your gratitude and adoration, let alone tribute. You see, the bore about all us stupid creepy old sinners is that we never tire of confessing our sins to anyone who'll listen, even long after it becomes old news and everyone has had a bellyfull already and is sick to death of hearing of them.
Wow.
I have only one question. Do you feal more like you fooled others now or were only fooling yourself?
I have a theory, have had it for a long while now, that maybe Cheater_1 can answer: do people who habitually cheat online do it to gain enjoyment out of the other person's feeling of loss and humiliation? I can see no other reason to cheat with software or any other way.
Someone said once they cheat to see their rank rise, but as rankings for games go, they mean absolutely nothing. So if someone is cheating to raise their rank, are they cheating to feel better about themselves no matter how artificially. I can see no other reason to want to hike your ratings artificially. Does that come from low self-esteem? Parenting issues?
It seems like cheaters spend many hours cheating and perfecting their craft. Is that time spent an effort to be good at something in a life that may be lacking success? I can see no other reason for cheating over so long of a period.
This is very interesting to me just from a psychological standpoint.