This whole thing starts with me being bored going onto Omegle, trying to get matched with a YouTuber (HeyWatchYourMouth) while he was streaming. He was on Omegle and I was trying to talk to get a chance to talk to him on livestream. Instead I got matched with a random guy, because they couldn’t find anybody with my search parameters. The guy looked normal. He was white, average height, had a black buzz cut with a widow’s peak, and a black short trimmed beard. At first I was joking around, saying memes, hoping he’d get them, and he laughed at some. Before I really get into this story, let me tell you that I didn’t have a webcam or mic, but this was on the video section of Omegle. The guy I was talking to had a webcam and mic (but he decided not to use the mic and first, and only type to me). So, he was typing back, and his space bar was obviously broken. He was typing completely random stuff, just random phrases, some about Star Wars, what his name was (Jonathan), some about how he was at his brother’s house. Every once in a while, his brother would pop into the house (Jonathan was sitting on a couch by the house’s front door). He would ask him for help to move something, kept saying that there were a bunch of cops out there, and that Jonathan’s bike would be towed, so I am guessing that Jonathan parked his bike somewhere illegally. When he started just spewing words out of his keyboard, I asked him, half jokingly, “Are you in distress?” He said at first, “yes”, but then he said that he was fine and just joking. Then he started saying a bunch of stuff about Jesus and God. He then said to me, “we will meet in a thousand years.” I asked what it meant, and Jonathan said to me, “We will not meet in a thousand years. Death said that. You are Death, you are black.” My screen where my face was supposed to show up was black, because I had no webcam. I asked him, “Are you okay in the head?” Jonathan said to me, out of nowhere, that he was accused of crime. I was both confused and interested I asked him, “What are you being accused of committing?” He said to me, with a sense of pure seriousness on his face, “Murder in the first degree.” He then spoke out loud, asking if I could hear him, and when I said yes, he started telling me that he was falsely convicted. I didn’t want to immediately ask him who is accused of murdering, what is full name is, and so on, as I didn’t want to seem to suspicious I asked him if he has any problems in life. He said that he has had dreams about 2 black men beating him up. Jonathan then strayed away from the subject, and said that he was a private in the marines, but was stripped of his rank and discharged because he didn’t graduate bootcamp. He then went on a tirade, saying that they discharged him because he would have exposed them (didn’t specify what he would expose) and that he would have ranked up to the top and won the war himself. He was saying stuff like, “If you are obeying the law, you are already dead” and other anti-establishment things after he was finished talking about getting kicked out of the marines. I led him back to those dreams he was having by asking if he had more than one. He said, “I’ve been beaten up by them and had my throat slit by them, in my dreams.” I asked him if he had sought help, and he responded by saying, “You think the hospital would help me? I’m a sane man. I know what I am doing. I went there after I had the dreams. They sent me up to the psych ward, and I was being evaluated. The drugged me. That nurse, Chris, put drugs in my drink. They’re heroin addicts. I left there because all they wanted to do is lock me up.” He then began to start talking about God again. His brother went into the house again, and asked for help the fourth time (He went in the house and back out during the course of me and Jonathan’s conversation, every time asking Jonathan to help him move a motorbike, and complaining about all of the cops outside). Before Jonathan left, he said, “You are a witness to this. You know my story.” He also said what city he was in, but I can’t remember what is exactly - I know is started with a B, but that is all i can remember at the moment. He then left the house, but he told me to wait on Omegle for him to return. While I was waiting for him, the Omegle chat ended by itself. I wanted to keep talking to him for as long as I could, and figure out what was wrong with him, but I guess something glitched. This story is written completely by memory, but it is completely true. All of this really did happen to me. This happened at midnight, so everything is a little bit blurry, but believe me, this is as true as my one-hour memory allows. I don’t know if this guy is an extremely dedicated troll, really has been accused of murder, or is just batshit crazy and made the whole thing up in his head, but I do know that that was one of the craziest online experiences I’ve ever had.