My name is Walking Hartwell Wake. I live at 308 Hyper Offense Lane, Smogon, New OU, 87104. This is my confession. If you're watching this tape, I'm probably banned– murdered by the OU tier leader, Finchinator. Finch has been building a stall empire for over a year now, and using me as his breaker. Shortly after my release, he asked that I use my protosynthesis-powered hydro steams to break even toxapex, which he would then sell to low ladder players using the connections that he made through his frequent twitter usage. I was... astounded. I... I always thought Finch was a very moral man, and I was particularly vulnerable at the time – something he knew and took advantage of. I was reeling from a quickban streak that was poised to bankrupt the ruin quartet. Finch took me in on a ride-along and showed me just how much money even a small stall 6-0 video could make. And I was weak. I didn't want my family to go into UU, so I agreed. Finch had a partner, a doctor named Garg A. Nacci. Finch sold me into servitude to this man. And when I tried to quit, Garg threatened my family. I didn't know where to turn. Eventually, Finch and Garg had a falling-out. Things escalated. Garg was able to arrange – uh, I guess... I guess you call it a "hit" – on Finch, and failed, but Finch was seriously demonetized. And I wound up paying his ad revenue deficit, which amounted to a little over $177,000. Upon recovery, Finch was bent on revenge. Working with a man named CTC, he plotted to ban Garg. The team that he used was built by me, and he gave me no option in it. I have often contemplated dropping to NFE, but I'm a coward. I wanted to go to the torkoal, but I was frightened. Finch had risen to become the head of the Smogon University. To keep me in line, he took my chien-pao. For three months, he kept them. Ting-Lu had no idea of my criminal activities, and was horrified to learn what I had done. I was in hell. I hated myself for what I had brought upon my tier.
