VisualA
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- Aug 22, 2024
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I wrote a book. I actually wrote four books.
It took me three years, but of course, it wasn't just the writing that took so long. The artwork had to be commissioned, discarded, re-commissioned, argued over, altered, polished, discarded again. The books had to be chopped up into sections and sent to a small army of beta readers, then handed out to editors, back to beta readers, back to editors, rewrites, re-edits, rewrites, re-edits, back to beta readers. Until the whole damn thing just glowed like a Stanley Kubrick film.
What kind of book is it? Fantasy, the worse selling kind. Was I aware of this when I got into it? Yep! Yep, I sure was. This was an idiotic adventure that I began. But at least my eyes were wide open. In fairness, I believe that there are many things in life that are extremely stupid. Some of them we must never do. Others, we simply have to do. When this started, I realized how stupid it was but I just could not stop myself. If I only ever do one stupid thing in my life... let it be this.
I founded a publishing company.
If I was going to self publish (and that is exactly what I was going to do) then I needed to do it correctly. There is no point in finding success only to have the IRS (its an American thing) come after you a few years down the line because they found out people were sending me money without the expressed permission of the US government. Can't have that. In the land of the free, thats how people end up in prison. So I did all the paperwork, hired the correct people, reported to the correct agencies and pre-emptively apologized to the appropriate government institutions.
Publishing was easy.
Spent a few weeks on youtube researching things like epub formatting. Which platforms are better for self-deluded, OCD authors like myself. Then I uploaded and pushed 'go' only to have nothing happen and I had to spend a few days trading emails with support staff and asking why their automated publishing services do not actually provide the features they advertised. But, you know, in a nice way. It must always be in a nice way. Without a PR mask, the world would just consist of corporations shouting and screaming at people 24/7.
And now... nothing.
Yep! Nothing at all! Just as planned. Unironically, this is exactly what I expected to happen. Amazon lists four novels with zero views, zero purchases, zero reviews and zero traffic. The time when they might have offered some limited bit of public exposure for a new product is long gone. Here we are in 2024. Amazon receives more submissions everyday then they have customers. In many ways, I was not surprised. Gone are the days when a person's simple internet activity could move the needle so far as ranking and algorithm. Whether it is tiktok, facebook, youtube, or twitch... if you aren't pewdiepie then noone is going to even hear about it.
Its all a grift.
And it has been for quite a while. There was a time when a person only had to put up a banner ad on a website to pull in traffic, but of course that is gone. There was a time when a person only needed to hire an influencer or buy a twitter ad and thats gone too. Even white hat options are naively ineffective at this point. It is easy for a thousand dollar ad run to get 10k impressions, 500 click and zero sales.
Dead internet theory dies a slow death.
In my day we would blame this on bots with the clickthrough rate caused by adblockers handing out false information. Yet now, even this is suspect. There isn't a day that goes by when facebook is accused of simply 'making up numbers' for campaigns it never actually ran. And why should they? They never cared about your money anyway. Meta gets by on selling stock, not by collecting pennies from unaffiliated nobodies.
Enter BHW.
Its not the best game in town. It is the only game in town. Don't believe me? Thats fine. I respect your opinion. Just wait a year and tell me if the problem has gotten better or worse. No, really, I'll wait. The internet is dead. I'm not here to argue that point, but, as you can well imagine, I am here for a very specific reason.
Arise, my undead minions!!!
This is where my journey begins. If my book has zero reviews on Amazon, then why can't it have a thousand? If my book has zero reviews on Goodreads, then why can't it have five thousand? If the internet is all fiction anyway, then why can't I be the author of that fiction? (Bots, I'm talking about bots). BHW is fantastic when it comes to sharing tactics, strategies and methods for running botfarms across all the major platforms. Although this is the first time I've made an account, I have been coming here for years and just absorbing how things are done and what obstacles can be expected. When someone asks "What is the greatest book of all time?" on Reddit, I find myself easing back into my chair and asking "How difficult would it be to warm up a thousand reddit bots?"
Of course it is a challenge, but Reddit indexes for Google and it is a high authority site. With enough fake people talking about my work(s), I can one day blur the line between fantasy and reality. Go look up "Lost in Yaba: Down and Out in Laos", a terrible book to be sure, but you wouldn't know that from typing it into Google. Goodreads rates it as the greatest book of all time, outranking 1984, War and Peace, Catcher in the Rye, a Tale of Two Cities. This book can't be stopped... everyone is talking about it. But is that true? What is the truth?
And why can't it be me? I've used Javascript before, I am familiar with browser automation. I can afford one of these unlimited rotating 5g proxy sites for $100/month. After some time, research, practice and a whole lot of trial and error... I can become the internet. And when someone pulls out their kindle and goes looking for something to read, all they will find is me. And me. And me. And me again. Also me. With me, myself and another person who is also me. I will be everywhere and the only reality they can expect to find is the one I crafted for them.
Kinda ironic, I know. Fantasy author creates fantasy of popularity, grifts the unsuspecting. Fuck you, my book is gold and I will force you all to believe it.
It took me three years, but of course, it wasn't just the writing that took so long. The artwork had to be commissioned, discarded, re-commissioned, argued over, altered, polished, discarded again. The books had to be chopped up into sections and sent to a small army of beta readers, then handed out to editors, back to beta readers, back to editors, rewrites, re-edits, rewrites, re-edits, back to beta readers. Until the whole damn thing just glowed like a Stanley Kubrick film.
What kind of book is it? Fantasy, the worse selling kind. Was I aware of this when I got into it? Yep! Yep, I sure was. This was an idiotic adventure that I began. But at least my eyes were wide open. In fairness, I believe that there are many things in life that are extremely stupid. Some of them we must never do. Others, we simply have to do. When this started, I realized how stupid it was but I just could not stop myself. If I only ever do one stupid thing in my life... let it be this.
I founded a publishing company.
If I was going to self publish (and that is exactly what I was going to do) then I needed to do it correctly. There is no point in finding success only to have the IRS (its an American thing) come after you a few years down the line because they found out people were sending me money without the expressed permission of the US government. Can't have that. In the land of the free, thats how people end up in prison. So I did all the paperwork, hired the correct people, reported to the correct agencies and pre-emptively apologized to the appropriate government institutions.
Publishing was easy.
Spent a few weeks on youtube researching things like epub formatting. Which platforms are better for self-deluded, OCD authors like myself. Then I uploaded and pushed 'go' only to have nothing happen and I had to spend a few days trading emails with support staff and asking why their automated publishing services do not actually provide the features they advertised. But, you know, in a nice way. It must always be in a nice way. Without a PR mask, the world would just consist of corporations shouting and screaming at people 24/7.
And now... nothing.
Yep! Nothing at all! Just as planned. Unironically, this is exactly what I expected to happen. Amazon lists four novels with zero views, zero purchases, zero reviews and zero traffic. The time when they might have offered some limited bit of public exposure for a new product is long gone. Here we are in 2024. Amazon receives more submissions everyday then they have customers. In many ways, I was not surprised. Gone are the days when a person's simple internet activity could move the needle so far as ranking and algorithm. Whether it is tiktok, facebook, youtube, or twitch... if you aren't pewdiepie then noone is going to even hear about it.
Its all a grift.
And it has been for quite a while. There was a time when a person only had to put up a banner ad on a website to pull in traffic, but of course that is gone. There was a time when a person only needed to hire an influencer or buy a twitter ad and thats gone too. Even white hat options are naively ineffective at this point. It is easy for a thousand dollar ad run to get 10k impressions, 500 click and zero sales.
Dead internet theory dies a slow death.
In my day we would blame this on bots with the clickthrough rate caused by adblockers handing out false information. Yet now, even this is suspect. There isn't a day that goes by when facebook is accused of simply 'making up numbers' for campaigns it never actually ran. And why should they? They never cared about your money anyway. Meta gets by on selling stock, not by collecting pennies from unaffiliated nobodies.
Enter BHW.
Its not the best game in town. It is the only game in town. Don't believe me? Thats fine. I respect your opinion. Just wait a year and tell me if the problem has gotten better or worse. No, really, I'll wait. The internet is dead. I'm not here to argue that point, but, as you can well imagine, I am here for a very specific reason.
Arise, my undead minions!!!
This is where my journey begins. If my book has zero reviews on Amazon, then why can't it have a thousand? If my book has zero reviews on Goodreads, then why can't it have five thousand? If the internet is all fiction anyway, then why can't I be the author of that fiction? (Bots, I'm talking about bots). BHW is fantastic when it comes to sharing tactics, strategies and methods for running botfarms across all the major platforms. Although this is the first time I've made an account, I have been coming here for years and just absorbing how things are done and what obstacles can be expected. When someone asks "What is the greatest book of all time?" on Reddit, I find myself easing back into my chair and asking "How difficult would it be to warm up a thousand reddit bots?"
Of course it is a challenge, but Reddit indexes for Google and it is a high authority site. With enough fake people talking about my work(s), I can one day blur the line between fantasy and reality. Go look up "Lost in Yaba: Down and Out in Laos", a terrible book to be sure, but you wouldn't know that from typing it into Google. Goodreads rates it as the greatest book of all time, outranking 1984, War and Peace, Catcher in the Rye, a Tale of Two Cities. This book can't be stopped... everyone is talking about it. But is that true? What is the truth?
And why can't it be me? I've used Javascript before, I am familiar with browser automation. I can afford one of these unlimited rotating 5g proxy sites for $100/month. After some time, research, practice and a whole lot of trial and error... I can become the internet. And when someone pulls out their kindle and goes looking for something to read, all they will find is me. And me. And me. And me again. Also me. With me, myself and another person who is also me. I will be everywhere and the only reality they can expect to find is the one I crafted for them.
Kinda ironic, I know. Fantasy author creates fantasy of popularity, grifts the unsuspecting. Fuck you, my book is gold and I will force you all to believe it.

