They did. They found DM's and messages between these two guys and some websites online.

Explaining how to do this to people, how to identify the people who would be the most vulnerable to these kinds of techniques.

damn. psychological "warfare", for lack of a better term, is so fucked.

Right.

So I had an idea for something in the story. But I'm not sure it's believable.

care to run it by?

I'd love to hear it

So, you know much about WH40k?

Well, basically the universe is a blend of Science Fiction and Fantasy. Anyways.

brb

aight, sorry, my teacher was asking me some things

didn't mean to ghost you

no idk about wh40k

Don't worry, if this is a bad time, you don't have to pay attention to this right now. You can get back to me whenever you have time, and we can kind of pin this so you can find it again.

yup. class is winding down, that's the only reason he's talking to us

I have guitar next, which is a total jerk-off class xD

But anyways. Dwarves, elves. All of these things plus spaceships. And, yet, despite everything, Warhammer makes it cool. Which is amazing.

So my fiction is trying to go after the same thing.

ahh

so all that stuff alex jones rants about?

? 4th dimensional fairies? Haven't gotten quite that far yet.

And I don't listen to Alex Jones, so I don't really have a strong grasp on the things he talks about.

4d fairies.. interesting xD

I don't judge him, I just don't know enough about him.

He's a little crazy, but he rants about evil elves (that he believes are demonic entities) and all sorts of mythology, and someone ties them to soros and the deep state. I find him entertaining and his theories are atleast somewhat consistant.

Anywho. The platoon gets roped into serving aboard a space ship, and it's a bunch of teenagers. Not exactly bright, by any standards. They all begin to get crushes on various people serving aboard the ship.

The ship's huge, it's like 15,000 people serving on board, it may as well be it's own city.

hmm.

interesting

And then there are the lower decks, which brass consistently tells people: "Crimes consistently happen down there, because they're maintenance & storage decks and aren't regularly populated. If you need to go down there, you should have permission, and you should never be alone. This is for everyone's best interests."

Well, nurse tells a guy "I need to fetch some medical supplies from storage. Would you be willing to walk me and another nurse down there?"

Alright, this is the nurse he has a crush on. She's going to be going to a place where there aren't any people watching, and ostensibly it's for her protection. So....of course. He's 17, he likes her, he sees a chance to score some points and maybe sneak a kiss.

They get down to the lower decks, take a few twists and turns, she asks him to hold hands. He says yes. And then suddenly, while he's preoccupied, the other nurse pulls a gun on him. "Hands up."

Dude jumps between the gun and his crush, hands in the air. And then he feels the pistol being pulled from his belt, and his crush is now *also* holding a gun. Trained on him.

They steer him into what looks like a lab. It's tiny, but it's definitely got some higher tech stuff in it. They take a mechanical spider looking thing, put it on his spine. All eight legs dig in, piercing flesh, piercing bone, going straight to the nerves in his spine.

At first it hurts, and then it suddenly doesn't. They explain what they're doing.
"This is a nerve spider. It's a nifty little thing. You can't feel the pain you *should* be feeling right now, because it's consistently dosing you with minuscule amounts of localized pain killers. Now, we can stop it from dosing you any time we want. So you're going to answer our questions. Do you understand?"

Turns out, they know he works in Sig-Int. It's a low level job, but it's still a position in Intelligence.

wow, I actually got lost in the story for a second. Came to the end of that section way to fast! xD

And at first he hesitates. Because, y'know, he doesn't want to give up intelligence.
But, hey. Nerve spider. They let him have a few moments to let him feel the pain. And after a few seconds he understands *I am not going to be able to keep anything from these two.* He understands he's screwed. And they say "We want the truth. So we're going to run a simple test question to make sure you're honest with us. Who's fault it is, that you're down here? Who's fault is it that you're in this predicament?"

And at first he doesn't really know how to answer. He's like "I dunno."

More pain.

And then they say "But you *do* know. Brass said that nobody should come down here with people they don't know. But you came down here with us. Why did you come down here with us? You only met us a couple weeks ago, and you haven't really spent any time with us. Why would you come down here with us?"

And then he realizes what they're getting at.

He's like "It's my fault."

"And why are you down here? You are now in a position where you're giving us restricted intelligence. For what? You put yourself here, why?"

And he says "Because I had a crush."

And she's like "Yes. Exactly. So let me spell this out for you. You are here, and you are going to be responsible for millions of deaths. Because you are a horny, seventeen year old boy who wanted to get his dick wet. Is that why you're down here?"

And he sobs and says "Yes."

And they say "Alright, and would you like for your friends to find out about this? Would you you like them to know that you essentially sold them out so you could get a good piece of ass?"

He says "No."

So eventually, they tell him that they're recording all of this. And they say "Alright. So, we're going to have sex down here. That's not our idea, that was your idea. You are getting exactly what you wanted. And if you tell anyone about any of this, this recording will be made public, and your platoon will know exactly what transpired down here. You are going to hand us the intel for the next few weeks, and we will pass that intel on to our superiors, and if we get caught, everyone will know that the only reason any of this was possible, was because you sold out this whole ship so you could get pussy. Do you understand?"

Now, does this sound like something that could cause PTSD, or does that simply sound stupid?

no, thats a great example

holy shit

bro, if people still read books, your could make a boat load with your skills