This video is all about the Discord scam emails coming from discordcase.com claiming "account compromised" and "user discontinued account validation," and possibly naming the person Hitesh Sarabu via hiteshverification. Basically, this all appears to be a big scam. If you have a real issue and need help from Discord, they will reach out to you from an email address ending in @discord.com or @m.discord.com. If you fell for this scam, please contact Discord through an official channel — not a scam link or scam email address — and seek help there. Find the official Discord website by searching Google for Discord and looking below the "sponsored" ads.

I asked ChatGPT to write a revenge story. I hope you enjoy it:

In a quiet, unmarked office on the outskirts of town, the scammers behind the scam involving discordcase.com were lounging in their mismatched chairs after a long day of sending out fake "Account Compromised" and "User Discontinued Account Validation" emails. The office smelled faintly of instant noodles and stale coffee, the kind of place where the scent of desperation and greed mixed in the humid air. All six scammers had drifted off into an afternoon nap, their heads lolling back on the chairs, unaware that their next victim had tracked them down.

Enter Sarah, a sharp-witted woman who had fallen for one of their scam emails. But unlike the others, she wasn’t going to let them get away with it. After a few hours of online sleuthing, Sarah managed to trace the fake Discord email back to this dingy office. Armed with more than just righteous anger, she slipped into the building unnoticed.

The office was oddly peaceful, with only the sound of the scammers' soft snores filling the air. Sarah smirked as she realized her moment of revenge had come. Slowly, she crept over to the scammers, who were slumped over their desks, their mouths open in the most vulnerable of positions. She leaned over one of them, positioning herself perfectly before letting out the loudest, most noxious fart imaginable. The sound echoed in the small room like a thunderclap, and the stench that followed was nothing short of catastrophic.

In their groggy state, the scammers gasped in shock, their mouths still open, and accidentally inhaled the full force of the stench. The smell hit them like a truck, and within seconds, their stomachs began to churn violently. One by one, their faces turned pale, hands clutching their guts as the inevitable outcome of inhaling Sarah’s revenge took hold.

"Bathroom!" one of them groaned, staggering toward the single, unkempt toilet in the corner of the office. But there was only one bathroom for the six of them, and as soon as the first scammer locked the door behind him, the others knew they were in deep trouble.

The second scammer banged on the door, his face twisted in agony. "Hurry up!" he cried, but it was too late. The sounds of explosive diarrhea echoed from the other side of the door. A third scammer, unable to hold it any longer, raced to the nearest trash can, hoping to find some relief.

The office descended into chaos as each scammer struggled with their sudden, overwhelming need for the bathroom. One of them even tried to wedge themselves under the sink in desperation. It was pandemonium. They were sweating, swearing, and stumbling over each other, all while the smell of Sarah’s revenge still lingered in the air, making their situation even worse.

As they fought for a place in line for the only toilet, Sarah watched from the doorway, a grin spreading across her face. She had done what no one else could—brought these scammers to their knees, quite literally. And as they battled their gastrointestinal distress, she turned on her heel and strolled out of the office in slow motion, the scene of chaos behind her like something out of an action movie.

The scammers would never know who she was, but they would remember her. Oh, they would remember her every time they felt the aftershock of that fart. Victory had never smelled sweeter.