rSlash - r/Prorevenge Slave Gets Revenge Against Plantation Owner

Episode Date: June 7, 2026

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so take everything with a grain of salt. This is the story of my ancestor, John. John was a black man in America during the time when slavery was dying out. his grandparents having been brought here from Africa along with their children. John eventually was freed through some means. I've heard both that he paid his way out or the state he was in abolished slavery and he was freed that way. And he found himself fighting in the Civil War because he felt that it was the right thing to do. During the war, he became good friends with a man only known as Mitch, who supposedly came from money,

but had joined against his parents' wishes because he believed in freedom for all. The two were in the same regiment and made it through alive, though some relatives say that Mitch lost a leg or an arm in the war. Fast forward to the end of the war, and John and his new wife, Mary that he'd met during the war, used the money that he had earned to set up a small shop on the East Coast. The shop became successful, John being a charming man and surprisingly savvy businessman. The neighborhood he had set up in quickly growing as the city grew, meaning there were always customers who needed whatever it was that he'd sold. I've heard everything from groceries to workers' tools.

They lived happily and had three children together during that time, spending a decade there, when suddenly, presumably accompanied by the roar of thunder and screeches of crows, Mr. Business arrived in town. Mr. Business had apparently been on the wrong side of the war and fought quite hard to keep his slaves, but was also smart enough to sell out the other racists when he saw how the tides of the war were rolling.

He got by with no losses, except his free laborers. This had been the beginning of the end for his once successful plantation, as all the workers he could find to replace his slaves had wanted things like pay for their services? What? He struggled to find loyal workers that didn't charge more than the absolute minimum, and after a series of bad harvests, he had chosen to pack up, sell his land, and hid east to find a new source of income.

He arrived in town and began buying up local businesses that seemed profit, and he eventually found out about John's successful store. He was more than happy to discuss a fair price for the store, until he saw the skin color of the owner, that is. Ten years is not enough time to erase a lifetime of institutionalized racism. Mr. Business began harassing John to sell his rinky dink store and find a farm to work on, offering way below the actual value. And when he was laughed out of the store, Mr. Business began trying to say,

sabotage John's business, getting thugs to throw rocks through the windows, sabotaging deliveries, making a scene in the store, etc. John soldiered on through, having grown tragically used to fighting against racism. He also had a lot of friends in the community who helped keep the store floating. It was then that John's oldest son, who was about 13 at the time, found himself getting beaten up hitting home at night from his job, and he wound up with a lot of scars that he had supposedly been stuck with all of his life. John had had enough, and as luck would have it, he had an out, having been contacted by his old friend, Mitch. Mitch was starting up a farm, and he needed loyal workers. He'd offered John a foreman position with good pay and a plot of land to live on with

his family. This, dear readers, is when the revenge plan starts. John contacted Mr. Business, offering to sell the company at 75% of what the shop was actually worth, and maybe because Mr. businesses other businesses hadn't worked out, he took it. However, John supplied the contract and a proper solicitor to make things legal. The contract basically said that after midnight of the date of the signing, the shop, and everything inside would transfer ownership to Mr. Business. Little did Mr. Business know that that day up until midnight, the shop was having a massive clearance sale, selling everything not nailed down at ridiculous prices to a grateful neighborhood. When they closed up that night and mailed the keys to Mr. Business, there was little left to sell in the store, if anything.

John never found out what happened next as they left town soon after and never returned. But personally, I would like to think that Mr. Business arrived with his workers to an empty store with no deliveries coming, screaming and crying in the mud as he realized he had been outsmarted by a lesser species. John and his family moved to work at Mitch's farm for the rest of their lives. supposedly passing away in his 60s. A lot of this is probably embellished, if not straight up, fairy tale. But my family all treats it as a true story, and I felt that it was too good of a story to not share here.

I think the dumbest mistake Mr. Business made here was assuming that just because you can run a business with no labor costs that doesn't automatically translate into being a successful businessman. Literally anyone could build a successful business when your workers must work for you for free. And then this moron thinks that he can go to the big city and strike it rich because he knows what he's doing.

Well, apparently not, this racist moron is absolutely clueless. Our next Reddit post is from Eggnards. There are three major players in this story. Me, the former owner of the business, Steve, and the new owner, Kyle. As an aimless teenager, I started working for a small business owned by Steve. It turns out I really enjoyed what I did, so slowly over time, my life plan shifted to make sure that I can continue to work for Steve for the long term. Steve was flawed, but overall a good boss who mostly looked out for me.

I certainly think over the years he had taken advantage of me in small ways, but looking back, I really have no complaints. The thing is that when I started working for Steve, the business's name recognition was always directed towards Steve. But over the years, it eventually became, Go see O.P. He's the best. This got to the point where I do indeed truly believe that if I didn't end up working for Steve, it's very likely his business would have been nowhere near as successful as it eventually became.

As years went on, it was heavily implied that when Steve retired, the business would go to me. It was never specifically stated, but Steve did have a way of skirting around these types of issues and giving me hope. Enter Kyle. About three years before COVID, Steve decided to retire and sell his business. He did indeed fulfill his promise by making a half-hearted attempt to sell it to me at an unreasonable price. But it was very clear that he already had another buyer in mind, Kyle. Kyle owned another local business just outside of our market area in the same industry. Because of the way the industry worked, there really wasn't much, if any, overlap in potential customers. But Kyle had a very large amount of money and was willing to buy.

What's important to note here is that I do truly believe, that if I didn't play ball and agreed to work for Kyle, my role was so integral to operation at our business that there's no possible way the sale could go through. Over the course of negotiations, Kyle ended up buying the business and put me in charge of running the day to day, something I was mostly already doing, but with a few more administrative tasks tacked onto it. The thing is, my name was still the name in town, and Kyle made zero effort to ever be on location. So nobody that did business with us ever really knew who Kyle was. All was well, for a while.

Kyle would openly talk about me being the head honcho at my location and mostly left me alone to deal with my client in the professional and personable nature that I learned from Steve. Things first came to a hit a year before COVID when Kyle sent me to an industry conference for four days. I would need to take time off from my other job, which I was fine with. At the conclusion of the conference, I asked to be paid for the hours that I spent the,

The request was denied, and I was told, industry conferences are enriching activities. We pay for your admission, but they're on your own time. This took two weeks to resolve, but it ended with me essentially saying, Look, I'll still work for you because I love what I do. However, if I don't get paid, I will never go to another one of these conferences again and get new ideas for you. I was immediately paid. I'll spare similar, smaller stories of that nature, but that slowly

started to become the relationship between Kyle and I. When COVID hit, our locations were shut down, and for three weeks, we weren't able to do anything. Meanwhile, our clients were still paying for services, and because Kyle had recently moved to a new client payment portal that I hadn't been trained on yet, I wasn't able to help any clients get their money back. At one point, I messaged Kyle about going virtual and being able to still assist clients, and I got a very angry text back, full of curses that essentially said, look, you're not the boss. Go F yourself. You had your chance to be the owner and turned it down. I'm in charge. We did eventually go virtual about a week later. The big problem, of course, being that I would receive daily texts and emails and calls from clients about their membership and

bills, and there was nothing I could do to help them. It was at this point that I knew the ship was sinking, and I needed to start doing something. So I spent an inordinate amount of time studying the best business structures. I communicated with all the other staff at my location about my intentions. I continued to give 110% to my clients in a virtual capacity. I built a website and social media presence from the ground up. I don't think Kyle was expecting any of this, and he probably didn't also realize that because I often had to do back-end stuff from home, I also had what was essentially a little black book of every client, their email address, and phone numbers. When everything was ready, I waited very patiently for the end of a service month. As I mentioned, all of our clients

had monthly costs, and I didn't want to put anyone out of their part of their costs. On the last weekday of the month, I instructed the staff who'd be helping clients that day to tell them to check their emails at the end of the day. At the end of that day, I sent out an email to all active clients, as well as a texting service to text everybody. I launched our social media accounts, our website, and had even enlisted a very small amount of trusted clients to spread the word via social media once I gave them the signal. Within 15 minutes of everything, my phone was ringing off the hook. I had 50 plus emails in my inbox from different people, and my Facebook accounts were completely blowing up with local chatter. I also heard from many of these people that they were calling Kyle to

cancel their service. We hosted a Zoom meeting for all concerned parties and essentially decided to take the weekend to clear up any confusion with the systems and start fresh and open our doors on Monday. Within an hour of everything, Kyle sent out a text blast to every client that they'd be shutting their doors effective immediately. At the start of COVID, we had roughly 50 active clients at the business. On my first day of my new business, I'd signed up 75 active clients. And many inactive ones told me, yeah, we stopped doing business with you guys because Kyle was kind of a dick. What's really important to keep in mind here is that I never really wanted to nor cared to be a business owner. I was very happy working for somebody else as long as I wasn't treated like trash. Had Kyle treated me

even remotely better, the location would have continued to thrive and be stable in our local community. Kyle chose to be a dick and try to get quick money and cheat people, and Kyle lost out. We've been in business now almost two years, have nearly tripled Kyle's active numbers, and continue to be a staple in our community. Yelopee, that's what I was thinking. Why waste your time helping someone else get rich when you can just steal their business and get rich yourself? Our next Reddit post is from deleted. I was in college as a senior. My roommate was a sophomore, but it was his first time living in a dorm. He'd been a pretty lousy roommate, constantly left the room a mess, left his stuff on my side of the room and on my bed, stole my alcohol and used my stuff without permission. He never cleaned

my dishes after he used them and a bunch of other stuff. I confronted him about all these issues on several occasions and got the resident advisor involved with the alcohol stealing issue because at the time he was under 21. Things still continued anyways. He asked me once if it was okay if his girl spent the night, which I said no. We were in the middle of a pandemic. Plus, that's especially weird if I was there. I also had to wake up every day at 8 a.m. for work, which he knew, and he would stay up until 2 a.m. playing video game some nights. Not to mention, he would set like 10 alarms in the morning with a bunch of different alarm tones. I hit a breaking point and decided to do something cruel. Every morning when I woke up, I would observe his alarm pattern and how he'd respond. He had

several alarms that he would ignore, all with the same sound. He had a couple half-hour alarms that had a unique sound, which he also ignored. And then the final alarm had its own sound. All of them were default iPhone sounds. So his brain had been trained to this alarm pattern for a while, I'd assumed. So I started step one of the punishment. Set up a sequence of alarms on my phone, identical to his sequence, but one hour early. He responded to my alarms the exact same way that he would respond to his own. I kept this up for a week, and his brain eventually retrained to sleep through double the amount of alarms as before. Then phase two kicked in. Random him inconsistencies in my alarm pattern. Some days I would play all the alarms, while other days

I would only play one that his brain was trained to ignore. That way, his brain expects to sleep through like 20 alarms, and he only ever hears 11. He slept through his alarm at least four times in two weeks. Eventually, he finally changed his alarm pattern, so he'd only have one alarm, and he no longer had the energy to stay up until 2 a.m. That was our slash pro revenge, and if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day. Hey y'all, it's Kelly Clarkson with Wayfair. Ever order furniture online and wonder what if? Like, what if it doesn't hold up?

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