Gold goes to whomever can come up with the craziest/funniest/complex DNM "conspiracy" theory. Who are the admins for Agora (or any other market)? what drugs do different admins enjoy? Where are anonymous vendors and admins from? What complex 'relationships' do these anon people have with each other? What ridiculous practices do admins follow?
EXAMPLE
"This story starts a long time ago, in a small Californian town called BlackLake. This is a story about love and death, about hedonism and debauchery, about conspiracies and betrayals. This is the story of the Silk Road.
It was the morning of May 5th, 2010. I had overslept and was late to a meeting with a group of important gentlemen. I sped across the tiny town from my hotel to the cabin where the meeting was taking place, it would only take a few minutes to get to my destination but tardiness was not something these men tolerated.
I parked my car, grabbed my laptop, and ran towards the cabin door. My watch read 7:58, I prayed to god that their clocks weren't fast. I pushed open the old wooden door and peered through the dank smoke that billowed out to see five men sat around a table. They stopped smoking and stared at me, nothing was said. I noticed two empty chairs and quickly sat down.
I started rummaging through my laptop case for nothing in particular, when I heard the door open and close. A woman walked through, stopped to look around, then quickly walked to the other side of the table and sat in the remaining empty chair.
"You're cutting it close, aren't you T?" said the man sitting at the head of the table.
The one he referred to as "T" didn't respond, she didn't even look up from her phone.
"Alright, lets get this started." the man at the head of the table said. "I have called you all to this place to set in motion a series of events which will benefit all of you. A few of you have travelled a very long distance, with very little information about why you were coming here. Trust me when I say that this will be very much worth it." The man paused to glance around the table at each of the people, including myself. "I suppose we should get everyone acquainted before we go any further. We will all be using aliases as our real names aren't important, the only important thing about each of us is our unique abilities"
This following is a list of everyone that was at the meeting (using aliases) and what their skills are:
T- Assassin
DoD- Drug Syndicate Connection
DPR- Frontman
Avid- Technical Skills and general criminal knowledge
The Fed- Inside man
Myself- Con Artist.
The man, now known as the Avid, continued with explaining his plan "We are going to revolutionize the black market industry. We are also going to make ourselves very wealthy from this."
The Avid went on to explain the basic idea of the project known as "Silk Road", which I'm sure all of you have a general working knowledge of by now. The plan was to start the SilkRoad as a simple online marketplace, following in the footsteps of Farmer's Market and various other illegal online services. This new market would use the latest security technology, except it would have a few holes through which various Law Enforcement agencies could infiltrate it. This was, of course, on purpose and all part of the plan.
The Avid would create the site and would handle all of the technology and security, DPR would be the charismatic leader that would cultivate a cult following of Libertarians and Neckbeards, DoD would supply the drugs that would be sold to people. This was phase one, at this point most people just thought that the SilkRoad was just a marketplace and that nothing fishy was going on behind the scenes. If you looked at the site it would appear that it acted as a middle-man between sellers and buyers, but the truth is that there was only ever one seller. This is where I came in, my job was to make multiple different vendor personalities to make it appear that the site was only a middle-man. It was a hard job and I made some mistakes, but for the most part very few people ever noticed and those that did were disregarded as crazy tin-foil hat wearing conspiracy theorists. My other job was to make many different accounts in the various communities and forums that popped around the site, and to influence the general consensus about a variety of different things.
After a few years of running relatively well and garnering a following phase two was put into action. Sometime in October the site was "unexpectedly" seized by Law Enforcement and DPR (now known as Ross Ulbricht) was arrested. This caused a ripple through the community and created the perfect opportunity for everyone else to be put into their respective places to start phase two. I was in charge of taking control of as much of the community as I could and again controlling public opinion, we had to ensure that people would be shaken enough to accept new markets but not so shaken that they would abandon the idea. So I worked to create a new forum and calmed people down, it took some time but eventually it worked.
However, there were some complications. One was that our inside man lost some control of Law Enforcement and they got a little too close DoD and that caused him to freak out a little bit. He went AWOL and started posting on the forums about our plan, saying that Ross Ulbricht wasn't actually being held in jail (he wasn't) and that this was all a massive conspiracy (it was). This is where T, the Avid, and myself came together to take him down. I discredited him on the forums any chance I got and eventually ruined his reputation, I was so successful that his name is now synonymous with a kind of Boogey-man in the DarkNet communities. The Avid then posted a very thorough, but fake, dox of DoD to make people focus on that. T then moved in and killed DoD. I'm not exactly sure what her methods are, but I hear that she seduces her target and then kills them in a most foul way.
So now Phase 2 was done, phase 2 was the transitionary phase. Phase 3 now started, phase 3 was the money making phase. Sure we had all made money up to this point, but this last phase was the big one.
At this point there were now many markets and many vendors all operating with what they thought was relative safety. However, we had expected this and we were making money off of them. the Avid and myself had connections to all markets and we were both gather info about these different vendors and buyers, we then sold that info to our inside man and those vendors and buyers would be taken down by Law Enforcement. This had been the plan all along. We had created this environment, this online black market, and now we were farming it. Other people look at the world and ask "How can I make money from what I see here?". We looked at the world and declared "We will make our own money, from something we create."
This is how it went for the longest time. These markets operated and every once and a while there would be a string of busts, which we all made money off of, and I would calm everyone down about it and the cycle would continue.
After I had amassed a large amount of money I decided to take it and run, the risk was becoming too much and I already had enough to live well for the rest of my life. Apparently T had the same idea I did because both the Avid and Ross turned up dead and penniless, which I knew meant that I was next.
We spent years playing cat and mouse, she was a good assassin but I was a better conman and I was always one step ahead. Until I made a mistake, and she caught up with me. My biggest flaw is that I cannot turn down a good high, so when I heard about the perfect high I was compelled to seek it out.
I met a gorgeous young lady that claimed she had the perfect high, a drug called "Adrenochrome". She said that my first trip would have to be with her as the experience was so intense that even the most experienced trippers would need a guide. I met her at a hotel room that she had gotten for the night, at this point my "spidey senses" should have gone off but I was too enthralled by the prospect of the perfect high.
Instead of finding the perfect high I found T in the room waiting for me, she restrained me and handcuffed me to the bed. Through the darkness I got a good look at her, she was completely naked. I guess this was how she killed people?
She walked closer to the bed and then I noticed OH GOD, SHE'S A TRANNY! Oh fuck, I thought she was hot!
She looked at me and said "You get one question."
I wanted to ask so many different things, but only one came to mind. "What is your real name?"
I needed to know, I needed to know the name of the person that would kill me. She could easily lie to me, but that didn't matter at the time.
She looked somewhat surprised by the question. "Huh. DoD asked if I would blow him before I killed him." she said.
"Did you?" I asked.
She gave a little smirk and replied "Thats one more question than you get."
"So, what is your name?" I asked again.
"Astrid." she replied.
Then she went to work on me with a large knife as The Beatles "While My Guitar Gently Weeps" played from the radio. As a poet at heart I was struck by just how fitting the scene was. Being killed by a tranny in a dark and dirty Pay-by-the-hour hotel room after I was led there by my own hedonistic tendencies.
This is the end. The end, my friend.
Of course I survived because I am now writing this, but thats a story for another time..."
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The entirety of the DNM scene is fabricated by the DEA in order to catch small-time personal-use buyers. It's just gotten so intricate and convoluted that task forces are just straight-up selling drugs and other shit to make it look like they're catching criminals, while actually being a huge drug syndicate larger than the cartel. Why was XanaxKing so buff and scary looking? He obviously used to be a field agent, until he was reassigned.