The debut episode of One Lone Cat Podcast where I talk about my history with superheroes and spotlight my highlights from my time on YouTube, including a long-lost video from my early days on the site. All while surviving an earthquake and a solar eclipse.
One Lone Cat
I am the one lone cat against a big bad world
I’ve always been a bit of a loner, preferring to spend my time in the comfort of my own home rather than socializing with others, primarily because I had been socially isolated growing up. In fact, I’ve never been on a date before, let alone a relationship. Not only that, but I cannot drive because I never had the time to learn and that can also be my Achilles’ heel when it comes to women. As I grew older, this trait only intensified, and I found myself becoming more and more isolated from the outside world. So I figure I’d try this out as a sort of a typical getting to know me sort of thing.
As I sit in front of my computer, staring at the blank page before me and surrounded by stacks of dusty VHS tapes and DVD’s as well as a life’s worth of forgotten memories, I can’t help but feel a sense of nervous excitement as well as a sudden surge of inspiration. It’s as if the computer screen is beckoning me to share a piece of myself with the world and so I have decided to start this journey into this world of blogging.
Before we go any further with this first entry, allow me to introduce myself. Since I can’t reveal my real name for reasons, you can call me Blackcatloner. The name is defined as “one lone cat against a big bad world.” The name is influenced by the fact that I had a black cat and of course as I said earlier, I was a loner. Plus you could say that the black cat is my spirit animal.
But wait a minute, aren’t black cats supposed to be bad luck? Well, it would be true but I’d have to call you racist for saying that because in some cultures, black cats are actually considered good luck and are actually considered loyal.
But enough about me.
Now I know what you are going to ask next: Why am I doing this? The idea of being able to share my thoughts and opinions with a vast audience without ever having to leave my house is incredibly appealing to me, especially since I always wanted to be a writer dating back to when I was a wee kitten in elementary school. Even before the Internet, I was writing novels including one in high school which I never published. I was in the process of writing at least a few more novels and short stories but you know, life got in the way. And I kind of put my writing on hold.
Until now.
Without this sounding too much like a dating profile, my hobbies include movies, writing and working out. My love for movies dates back to my childhood, where I would spend countless hours lost in the worlds the movies provided. It didn’t matter if it was a B-movie or a critically acclaimed masterpiece, every film had the power to transport me to new and exciting places.
With this new blog, I want it to be a place where I can share some thoughts on the latest films to hit the big screen and share my adventures with the world. Of course, you never know what happens whenever you walk out the door, especially if you’re me. And if something exciting happens to me, you can guarantee I will post it in here.
What can I say? Blogging comes natural to me.
And with those words, I ended my first blog entry. And soon, I could not get enough of blogging.
I began to refer to myself as Blackcatloner, and my readers were intrigued by the mysterious online content creator. They wanted to know more about the person behind the blog, but I remained elusive. I would only share bits and pieces of my life, carefully choosing what to reveal and what to keep hidden.
As my blog continued to gain traction, I found myself becoming more and more consumed by it. I spent every waking moment writing, editing, and promoting my content. I even started to neglect my personal life, or lack of a personal life in my case, but I didn’t mind. My blog was my escape, my safe haven.
But as with everything in life, there are always consequences. My anonymity gave me the freedom to express myself without fear of judgment, but it also came with a price. I started receiving what we on the Internet called hater comments from people who didn’t agree with my opinions and very likely don’t do anything with their lives. At first, I shrugged it off, but as the attacks became more frequent and vicious, I couldn’t help but feel the weight of it all.
I started to question my decision to keep my identity hidden. Was it worth it? Was the fame and success worth the constant criticism and hate? But then I remembered why I started this blog in the first place – to share my thoughts and passions with the world. I couldn’t let a few negative comments bring me down.
And so, I continued to pour my heart and soul into my blog, but I also started to take precautions. I became more careful about what I shared online and made sure to keep my personal life separate from my online persona. But despite my efforts, I couldn’t shake off the feeling of paranoia and vulnerability.
However, as time went on, I realized that the hate only made me stronger. It pushed me to improve my content and to stay true to myself. And most importantly, it made me appreciate the support and love I received from my loyal readers even more.
As my blog reached new heights, I also started to venture into other forms of online content creation, mainly videos and podcasts. And before you knew it, I branched out to YouTube and many other sites. I was no longer just Blackcatloner, the mysterious online blogger, but now I was Blackcatloner, the mysterious multi-faceted creator with a loyal fan base.
Looking back, I never would have imagined that my decision to start a blog would lead me down this path. Offline, not much has changed. I’m still a loner, but now I have a community of like-minded individuals who support and understand me. And as for my identity, well, that will forever remain a mystery. But does it really matter? As long as I have my blog and my readers, that’s all that truly matters to me.
At the end of the day, I am still the cat who walks by himself.
Charlie Jumpscare Interrupts Filian’s Beauty Sleep
Tonight I figured I’d try my hand at clipping VTubers by offering this clip of Filian attempting to do a sleeping stream but is interrupted by Charlie aka Moist Crit1kal’s famous jumpscare.
Filian appears courtesy of http://twitch.tv/filian
Kill Mart
Welcome to Shop Till You Drop, a really wonderful place to shop.
Once known as a quaint neighborhood grocery store, Shop Till You Drop had become a popular haunt for residents searching for everything from fresh produce to household essentials. But little did they know that within the bustling aisles, a sinister presence lurked, waiting to unleash unimaginable terror upon its unsuspecting shoppers.
I’ve been working at Shop Till You Drop for the past five years. It’s a big supermarket located in the outskirts of town. The pay isn’t great, but it’s enough for me to make a living. Little did I know, my peaceful job would turn into a nightmare.
When you work in any profession there is always the chance that you can run into some type of dangerous situation, whether it is an accident which could cause injury and sometimes even death or there is a possibility that you could have a run-in with a dangerous and mentally unstable person who is looking for someone to take his anger out on. Normally this applies to high-risk occupations like police work, construction and so on. And as I would soon learn, retail would be no exception.
It was an ordinary Saturday morning when the man arrived at the grocery store. His disheveled appearance and the eerie glint in his eyes seemed to go unnoticed by the busy crowd. As he roamed the narrow aisles, gripping his cart with an uncanny intensity, a sense of unease settled upon those who crossed his path.
It was just like any other day. I debated whether or not I wanted to go in that day. I was feeling pretty nauseous. Eventually the nausea went away and I ultimately decided to go in. If I was really sick, I probably would not be telling this story.
I arrived at work and began stocking the shelves as usual. As the day went on, I noticed a strange man lurking around the store. He had dark, beady eyes and a sinister grin on his face. I tried to ignore him, but something about him made my skin crawl.
I continued with my work, but I couldn’t shake off the feeling of unease. Every time I looked up, the man seemed to be staring at me. I decided to tell my manager, but when I turned around, the man was gone. I brushed it off as my imagination and went back to work.
As the clock neared noon, the man’s behavior became increasingly erratic. He began to mutter to himself, his words garbled and devoid of meaning. His once vacant gaze transformed into a manic stare, focusing on random items as if possessed by some unknown force.
Chaos erupted when the man abruptly started overturning displays, sending products crashing to the floor. Shrieks and gasps filled the air as shoppers hurriedly fled in a desperate attempt to escape the escalating madness. But for those who remained, it became apparent that this was no ordinary act of vandalism.
Driven by an inexplicable rage, the man launched a relentless assault on anyone who dared to cross his path. He swung his cart like a weapon, causing injuries that ranged from bruises to broken bones. Panic gripped those still trapped within the grocery store’s confines, as they frantically searched for means of escape.
The store’s employees, trained to handle limited emergencies, were ill-equipped to handle such a horrific situation. They attempted to barricade themselves inside the manager’s office, seeking refuge from the bone-chilling screams echoing throughout the store. But the relentless man, fueled by an otherworldly strength, broke through their barricade and continued his rampage undeterred.
One by one, the man’s victims fell prey to his merciless brutality. Blood stained the once pristine floors, painting a macabre scene of horror that would forever haunt the memory of those fortunate enough to survive. Desperate phone calls to the authorities were made, but the response felt agonizingly slow, as time seemed to stretch amidst the terror, until he managed to cut the phone lines.
I was trapped in the store with this maniac. I tried to reason with him, but he wouldn’t listen. He kept muttering about how everyone deserved to die and how he was going to make sure it happened. I was shaking with fear, wondering how I was going to get out of this alive.
He came at me with the knife and started swiping at me with it. I was lucky he kept missing. As I ran, I knocked down displays and shelves to slow him down until I made my way to the backroom where the store received deliveries every day. There I could find a hiding spot and there I would have more options as far as defending myself went.
He entered the backroom, knife still in hand. I managed to hide behind the baler. I was able to grab the metal pole that we used whenever we had to make a bale. In my hiding place, I managed to get a hold of the metal pole we use to poke holes so we can put the wire through to tie the bale.
As he came closer to the baler, I realized that I had the element of surprise. The training videos we were shown when we were first hired said to defend ourselves only as a last resort.
And from my circumstances, this was a last resort.
As soon as he got closer, that was when I struck.
“Hey, asshole!,” I shouted as I swung the pole.
The first hit knocked the knife out of his hand. He tried to come after me again but I hit him again with the pole and down he went. He was out cold but still alive.
Just then, I remembered the emergency exit at the back of the store. I slowly made my way towards it, trying not to catch the man’s attention. As soon as I reached the door, I ran out and didn’t stop until I was a safe distance away.
As the sun began to set, casting an eerie glow through the store’s windows, the man’s rampage finally came to an end. Exhausted, he collapsed to the floor, his body trembling with an unexplained energy. The sound of sirens grew louder as the police finally arrived, their flashing lights illuminating the trail of destruction left in the man’s wake.
They found the suspect unconscious but still alive and arrested him. It turned out that he was a former employee named Mikey Penn who had been fired for stealing. He had come back for revenge, and I was his main target.
I wasn’t sure why I was his target. I barely knew the man. Maybe he thought I witnessed him stealing and ratted him out to the manager. According to the police, he has a history of being manic depressive. Of course, I testified against him in court.
In the end, Mikey Penn ended up being put in an institution for the insane. He was way too unstable to be allowed back into society. That meant that my legal drama was over.
After that horrific experience, I quit my job at Shop Till You Drop. I just wanted to put all that behind me and I felt like I did a good job of that. However, every time I walk past the store, I can’t help but feel a shiver down my spine. I never thought a simple trip to the grocery store would turn into a nightmare.
In the aftermath of that harrowing day, the Shop Till You Drop grocery store was forever marked by tragedy. The once vibrant community now lived in fear, their haven tainted by the echoes of that horrific rampage.
And so, the tale of a horror story man who went on a rampage at Shop Till You Drop serves as a chilling reminder that evil can lurk within even the most familiar places, forever leaving a scar on the hearts and minds of those who bear witness to its terror.
The Subscriber
I have always been passionate about movies and sharing my thoughts on them. So, I started a YouTube channel where I review movies for my followers. I went by the username Blackcatloner and I used an animated cat avatar instead of appearing in the flesh. Little did I know, this would become my full-time job and I would gain a huge following.
To be honest, I wasn’t really planning to do YouTube videos but rather be a writer but the lure of reaching a wide audience was so great that I decided to try it. It was rough in the beginning, especially since video cameras cost money, not to mention editing software but in the end, it was all worth it.
One day, I decided to review a really bad movie from the 80’s that had a reputation for being a pretty bad movie that back in its day was ravaged by critics yet it gained a cult following. I decided to watch Love in a Dumpster. I heard from prior online critics how bad it was and the film had no redeemable value at all. So I decided to check it out for myself.
As the credits began to roll, I felt a strange sense of relief wash over me. Despite its abysmal 0 percent Rotten Tomatoes score, I had somehow found solace in the film’s sheer badness. It was as if the director had intentionally crafted a cinematic disaster, and I was grateful for the unintentional comedy it provided. Little did I know that my admiration for this so-called “masterpiece” would lead to an unlikely connection with a fan who would change my life forever.
“Avoid this movie like the plague!,” I shouted as I was recording the review. “THIS MOVIE SUCKS!”
After a few hours of editing and rendering the video, I uploaded to YouTube the next day. And almost immediately, the views started racking up.
My eyes wandered to the comments section, as they often did, searching for someone to share my twisted admiration for the film. And there she was, among the sea of hate-filled rants and sarcastic remarks: a lone comment that seemed to understand the beauty of the film’s failures. Her username was “FilmEnthusiast69,” and her comment read: “I give this film a solid 10/10. It’s so bad, it’s good.”
As I was uploading my latest movie review, I noticed a new comment from a user named FilmEnthusiast69. “Your review of ‘Love in a Dumpster’ had me cracking up! Finally, someone who gets how terrible that movie is!”
I chuckled and replied, “Glad you enjoyed it! That movie was a dumpster fire, no pun intended.”
Before I knew it, FilmEnthusiast69 became a regular commenter on my videos, always adding insightful thoughts and funny remarks. Our banter was filled with shared laughter and sarcastic jabs at the worst movies. It was like having my own personal, witty co-host.
I couldn’t help but feel a sense of kinship with her. Despite the anonymity of the internet, I felt a connection to this mysterious individual who had seen the same things in the film that I had. I couldn’t help but wonder what she looked like, what her life was like, and if she would ever respond to my comment, which simply read: “I couldn’t agree more.”
Eventually she started flooding my comments section with more facts about the movie sprinkled with her own comments. I let her comment on it. It was her favorite review. And it was an added bonus to her that I uploaded the Love in a Dumpster review on her birthday.
One evening, a private message popped up on Instagram .”Hey, Blackcatloner, I’ve always appreciated your humor and honesty when it comes to movies. Maybe we can chat more about films sometime? My name is Emily by the way.”
I felt a rush of excitement and replied, “Absolutely! I’d love to talk movies with you.”
I couldn’t believe my luck. I responded immediately, sharing my real name and contact information. In short, I was breaking an unwritten YouTube rule about becoming too involved with a fan. To my surprise, she did the same. In fact, she seemed just as excited as I was to continue our conversation. We talked for hours on the phone, bonding over our shared love of terrible movies and our fascination with the art of creating something so intentionally bad.
Soon, our private chats turned into video calls, and our shared passion for cinema evolved into something more. We both confessed our feelings, and from that moment, we knew we were meant to be more than just online friends.
Months later, we finally met in person at a movie convention. We began meeting up at midnight screenings of movies we knew would be bad, laughing hysterically at the incompetent acting and poorly written dialogue. Eventually, we even started collaborating on film projects of our own. Emily’s passion for filmmaking was infectious, and her unique perspective on storytelling helped me grow as a content creator.
One day, out of the blue, Emily confessed her feelings for me. At first, I was taken aback. I had never considered her in a romantic light before. But as she spoke, I began to understand the depth of her feelings. Despite our initial connection over a bad movie, there was so much more to our relationship than that. We shared a love for the art of filmmaking, a twisted sense of humor, and a desire to create something truly unique and special.
Eventually, I found myself returning her feelings. We began dating, and our creative partnership only intensified. Together, we made films that were truly unlike anything else out there. They weren’t for everyone, but for those who understood our vision, they were nothing short of brilliant. And through it all, Emily remained by my side, supporting me every step of the way.
As I held her hand, I realized that the love we found through our shared interest in terrible films was the best plot twist I could have ever imagined.
Now, years later, we’ve made a name for ourselves in the indie film scene. Our movies are celebrated by a dedicated fanbase who appreciate our unique take on filmmaking. And even though we’ve moved past our shared obsession with bad movies, the connection we formed over that fateful screening will always be a part of our story. Because sometimes, the most unlikely of connections can lead to the most beautiful of relationships.
That and sometimes unwritten rules were made to be broken.
Blackcatloner 