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Shortly after | Shortly after EDiots created this page to document Kevin's colorful contributions to the world wide web, the master [[troll]] himself soon learned of it, probably during one of his nightly three hour sessions of [[masturbation|self-Googlage]]. Proving to the world that he didn't care what a silly little site like ED had to say about him, he managed to ignore the page for at least thirty minutes before rampantly locking down every blog, website and online user profile he had ever created. He then proceeded to vandalise this page.<br /><br /> | ||
Further evincing his mental instability, C Kevin decided the best form of defense was a vicious attack. His primary [[mindfuck|conundrum]] however, was that he had no idea whom to focus his attacks upon, and therefore picked a natural target - his uncle, [[Bus Uncle|Mark Provance]]. Dismayed at all the dramatic incidents of his life being documented for all to see, Kevin decided not to delete fucking everything, but instead to actually add more drama to the article itself. A portion of one of his attempts at vandalising this page follows: | |||
Got your snail mail, Mark Provance, the black sheep uncle of my family. For the love of Christ, will you hurry up and die already?<br/ >I know you're saddled with the fattest most disgusting lop of shit for a wife, but you need to focus your rage and jealously someplace else.<br/ >And um...to be honest, you have no place calling anyone else dumpy. Looked in the mirror lately?<br/ >If you can get past that pasty gray skin, you'd realize that you're pushing a metric ton yourself.<br/ >If you're still pissed off that I outed your molestation of a student at my former high school on classmates.com<br/ >while you were a teacher there, get the fuck over it already.<br/ >She does not want you, no matter how many times you tell yourself that in your deranged psychopathic head.<br/ >Let it go, and you'll be a lot happier, m'kay? By the way - and I love being the one to tell you this -<br/ >no one, and I mean no one in our family has ever liked Stacey.<br/ >I think that should have been evident to you at Nana's funeral.<br/ >No one wanted you there. The fact that you invited yourself after we tried our hardest to deceive you just ruined the day for everyone.<br/ >And what did you do? You got up on stage and talked about YOURSELF!! Who fucking cares Mark!!<br/ >No one. Not now, not ever!! And your interview about Teddy Jump, how you two shared a bond? Lovely. Does this mean you are coming out of the closet now?<br/ >If so, make sure you give my father a great big butt fucking while you're at it.<br/ >And lastly, dear deranged uncle, just because you chose to ignore and abandon your own mother in the autumn years of her life<br/ >does not mean we will all follow in your path. You mock me for having a relationship with my own mother in which you label<br/ >me a pussy for actually talking to the woman who gave birth to me?<br/ >Yeah, I guess that would be a shock for you considering the shitty way you treated your own.<br/ >If you ever feel the need to cry on her shoulder, you'll have to dunk your fat fucking head in the seven seas lagoon at Disney.<br/ >And if you choose to do so, do us all a HUGE favour and don't come up for air. Have a *great* day!! | Got your snail mail, Mark Provance, the black sheep uncle of my family. For the love of Christ, will you hurry up and die already?<br/ >I know you're saddled with the fattest most disgusting lop of shit for a wife, but you need to focus your rage and jealously someplace else.<br/ >And um...to be honest, you have no place calling anyone else dumpy. Looked in the mirror lately?<br/ >If you can get past that pasty gray skin, you'd realize that you're pushing a metric ton yourself.<br/ >If you're still pissed off that I outed your molestation of a student at my former high school on classmates.com<br/ >while you were a teacher there, get the fuck over it already.<br/ >She does not want you, no matter how many times you tell yourself that in your deranged psychopathic head.<br/ >Let it go, and you'll be a lot happier, m'kay? By the way - and I love being the one to tell you this -<br/ >no one, and I mean no one in our family has ever liked Stacey.<br/ >I think that should have been evident to you at Nana's funeral.<br/ >No one wanted you there. The fact that you invited yourself after we tried our hardest to deceive you just ruined the day for everyone.<br/ >And what did you do? You got up on stage and talked about YOURSELF!! Who fucking cares Mark!!<br/ >No one. Not now, not ever!! And your interview about Teddy Jump, how you two shared a bond? Lovely. Does this mean you are coming out of the closet now?<br/ >If so, make sure you give my father a great big butt fucking while you're at it.<br/ >And lastly, dear deranged uncle, just because you chose to ignore and abandon your own mother in the autumn years of her life<br/ >does not mean we will all follow in your path. You mock me for having a relationship with my own mother in which you label<br/ >me a pussy for actually talking to the woman who gave birth to me?<br/ >Yeah, I guess that would be a shock for you considering the shitty way you treated your own.<br/ >If you ever feel the need to cry on her shoulder, you'll have to dunk your fat fucking head in the seven seas lagoon at Disney.<br/ >And if you choose to do so, do us all a HUGE favour and don't come up for air. Have a *great* day!! | ||
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Kevin Provance, aka C. Kevin Provance, aka Casey Ravencop is a 30-something year old divorcee who lives out his life as a poster child for deranged trolls everywhere. Living happily in his mother's basement in Bradenton, Florida, Kevin works hard on a daily basis to become the ultimate troll. His mission is one of world domination, and ultimately claiming his title as the overlord of the internets.
Interests
Kevin's various websites lists his interests as chess, programming, writing, drawing, empathy, and understanding. He also has an underage son, Spencer, whom he maintains a mild interest in seeing when his estranged wife is insane enough to let him visit(though only while strictly supervised). Kevin also enjoys declaring anyone who disagrees with him to be insane, a Nazi, deranged, stalking him, or trolling. Kevin is also an enormous fan of Star Trek, and in his spare time he wonders why he can't seem get women to like him - particularly "Brooke", the pretend waitress he brags about on the internet. And finally, Kevin enjoys making fun of the victims of psychopathic murderers, such as those killed by George Sodini.
—A typical line from any of Kevin's short stories collection. | ||
Midlife Crisis
After divorcing his first wife, giving her half of everything, and letting her keep the mattress to their marital bed which (in his own words) was now soaked with the cum-stains of another man, Kevin went straight to the local car dealership and bought himself a silver Corvette Convertible. He felt this complemented his other choice in car - a 1981 Delorean with the license plate "DMC XP". After purchasing "The Vette", CK then went to the local health clinic to get tested for all the venereal diseases his wife's many boyfriends had.
Portrait of a Troll
Poor C. Kevin Provance evidently had a difficult childhood, if his whiny bitch blog is anything to go by. He laments being picked on as a young boy, and blames it all on refusing to buckle to peer pressure which is why he never did drugs, alcohol, or kissed a girl.
Reading virtually any random page on Kevin's blog is a tangled mass of drama on every subject imaginable, yet strangely no mention of his regular visits to a psychotherapist. His life consists of responding to emails, Googling dirt on anyone who challenges him, abusing his son when the social worker goes outside for a cigarette, and screaming about how his favourite language, Visual Basic 6, is being illegally and dishonestly scrapped by Microsoft. Here are a few of Kevin's eloquent quotes:
Previous Quote | Next Quote | |||||
Guardian of the Newsgroup
Ol' Casey can be found on microsoft.public.vb.general.discussion, feverishly defending "Classic" Visual Basic and preaching the imminent destruction of its successor (which replaced it in 2002), VB.NET. This can provide an unending source of lulz by virtue of his hatred for anything .NET based. Simply ask a VB.NET question in "his" VB newsgroup and wait for him to take the trollbait. This was tolerated for some time by many lurkers until it was discovered that Kevin's true technical expertise may not actually live up to the hype...
Career (of sorts)
A self professed code-whiz, Kevin makes millions each year selling his super professional software via the internetz. Kevin literally spent years portraying himself as an authority on all large corporate software ever written, and implied he had years worth of valuable experience engineering "software solutions" for big businesses. However, upon closer inspection it seems his "software solutions" are a collection of AOL chat plugins written in VB which net him a modest monthly sum - enough to pay the light bill and keep his bitchy mom off his back about getting a real job. His biggest corporate customer? Your thirteen year old daughter who likes to hear her computer make a sound like a horse whenever anyone says "lol".
Bidniss
Kev's business is TPASoft.com - a large multinational that employs the following people, in alphabetical order:
- C. Kevin Provance
Casey Kevin bemoans how difficult his life is after becoming internet famous, and how difficult it is to go into AOL chat rooms to seek out his next teenage rape victim when everyone knows him. Let's all empathise with Kevin for a moment so we can understand what it must be like to be instantly recognised in an AOL chat room. Oh the trauma! How would one ever make it through the day? Being an AOL chat room celebrity must be a difficult life indeed. OH WAIT! except for the fact that nobody uses AOL chat anymore and nobody cares
Recent Activites
As of September 2009, poor abused little Kev lost his job, most of his money, and is on the verge of losing his house also. Rather than search for a new job to pay his babydaddy bills, Casey opted instead to harass celebrities that he doesn't like via Twitter. Some recent gems include:
—Engaging Hannah Montana with friendly chit chat | ||
—Consoling Jessica Simpson over her lost dog | ||
—Tweeting txtspk to Ashton Kutcher's mom, who will doubtless cry herself to sleep at the thought of Kevin refusing to see her son's movie. | ||
Reactions to his Recaptured Internet Fame
Shortly after EDiots created this page to document Kevin's colorful contributions to the world wide web, the master troll himself soon learned of it, probably during one of his nightly three hour sessions of self-Googlage. Proving to the world that he didn't care what a silly little site like ED had to say about him, he managed to ignore the page for at least thirty minutes before rampantly locking down every blog, website and online user profile he had ever created. He then proceeded to vandalise this page.
Further evincing his mental instability, C Kevin decided the best form of defense was a vicious attack. His primary conundrum however, was that he had no idea whom to focus his attacks upon, and therefore picked a natural target - his uncle, Mark Provance. Dismayed at all the dramatic incidents of his life being documented for all to see, Kevin decided not to delete fucking everything, but instead to actually add more drama to the article itself. A portion of one of his attempts at vandalising this page follows:
Got your snail mail, Mark Provance, the black sheep uncle of my family. For the love of Christ, will you hurry up and die already?
I know you're saddled with the fattest most disgusting lop of shit for a wife, but you need to focus your rage and jealously someplace else.
And um...to be honest, you have no place calling anyone else dumpy. Looked in the mirror lately?
If you can get past that pasty gray skin, you'd realize that you're pushing a metric ton yourself.
If you're still pissed off that I outed your molestation of a student at my former high school on classmates.com
while you were a teacher there, get the fuck over it already.
She does not want you, no matter how many times you tell yourself that in your deranged psychopathic head.
Let it go, and you'll be a lot happier, m'kay? By the way - and I love being the one to tell you this -
no one, and I mean no one in our family has ever liked Stacey.
I think that should have been evident to you at Nana's funeral.
No one wanted you there. The fact that you invited yourself after we tried our hardest to deceive you just ruined the day for everyone.
And what did you do? You got up on stage and talked about YOURSELF!! Who fucking cares Mark!!
No one. Not now, not ever!! And your interview about Teddy Jump, how you two shared a bond? Lovely. Does this mean you are coming out of the closet now?
If so, make sure you give my father a great big butt fucking while you're at it.
And lastly, dear deranged uncle, just because you chose to ignore and abandon your own mother in the autumn years of her life
does not mean we will all follow in your path. You mock me for having a relationship with my own mother in which you label
me a pussy for actually talking to the woman who gave birth to me?
Yeah, I guess that would be a shock for you considering the shitty way you treated your own.
If you ever feel the need to cry on her shoulder, you'll have to dunk your fat fucking head in the seven seas lagoon at Disney.
And if you choose to do so, do us all a HUGE favour and don't come up for air. Have a *great* day!!
Some argue that his uncle, or at least the account created on ED representing Mark Provance, is actually Kevin attempting to troll himself. If true, this would make him one of the world's greatest trolls to date. If false however, it would simply mean he has one seriously fucked up family. One of the greatest sources of K-prov humour, his retired blog "Synthetic Reality", was also removed during his mad Def-Con 1 panic attack. Happily though, shit was so Google-cached and fresh material continues to be added to his list of infamous quotes, along with screenshots of his blog.
Latest Whinery
After Microsoft dropped the bomb on the archaic NNTP servers and signalled the end of their managed Newsgroups, Kevin went into a shitstorm of a hissy fit at the thought of losing one of his most valued playgrounds. Doubtless terrified as to how he would exert his internet superiority over others if the groups vanished into a cloud of digital nobody-gave-a-shit-anyway smoke, he immediately took the fight directly to Microsoft with a firm but friendly email, filled with intelligent succinct points and plagiarized Family Guy jokes:
My latest reply to Sruthi Ramaashs ::some 911 sounding name:: ishish
I'm sure that's a raft of crap as well. A canned response from some call center in india carries NO weight.
When I hear from someone out of the USA with an English name, I'll be impressed.
Puppet.
But hey, the object since day one of MSFT's marketing project known as .NET
was to eliminate VB6 and everything associated with it.
Mission accomplished. I hope you marketing @$$holes feel good about yourselves.
Latest Occupation
To prove to his former classmates just what a wild success his life has been, CKP created a profile on his former school's website. Amidst the happily married doctors, lawyers, teachers and real estate agents, Kevin lists himself as being a 20/21 Century Backstep. For the uninformed, this is also known as a TimeCop, which is also known as inventing an important sounding job description for a position that he doesn't have. At a job that doesn't exist. At a fictitious company. Which is responsible for solving non-existent problems. I suppose the general gist would be that this is bullshit. Yep, just a giant, steamy, crock of fly-larvae-breeding, field-fertilizing, fantasy-world bullshit. Straight from the horse's mouth, or in this case the cow's anus:
Um, lessee....got into computers in the early 90's when that was the big new thing. Wrote some software the became popular,
made a bunch of money, got married too young which did produce one awesome son.
Got divorced too soon (not my doing, women are just plain evil),
went into seclusion, developed some new theories in inter-dimensional
communication and was eventually recruited by Chronos Technologies.
Now I advise them on current events for future studies which enable chrononauts
a less paradoxical backstep into the 21st century.
Eventually I will become a mentor in turn of the century history, teaching in the last 22nd century to most of your grandkids.
Take that Class of '89.
Trollbait
If you're feeling bored and lonely, and if you don't have an 8 year old son take your pent up sexual aggression out on the way Casey Kevin Provance does, then you can fire up your favourite news client and head on over to microsoft.public.vb.general.discussion and ask any of the following:
- Why is this newsgroup still active? I thought Microsoft killed VB6 in 2002?
- I think I found a bug in VB6 - how can I get Microsoft to fix it?
- How do I do (anything) in VB.NET?
(The flame responses will come here, which then leads to your response of):
- But this is a general discussion group for VB. I asked a VB question, what's the problem?
The above can often lead to responses from Kevin such as:
—Kevin, using his power as owner of the internet to tell a newbie to go fuck themselves. | ||
Kevin will also regularly post his deep-seated hatred for all things Microsoft, whilst simultaneously preaching the joy of the 11 year old VB6 programming language - created by none other than Microsoft.
OH NOES!
Kevin, in one of his 3 hour self-google searches recently came across this article. This article will likely be quickly taken down because it violates so many clauses in the AUP, I don't know where to begin. See here for his email, as well as Encyclopedia Dramaticas verbose retort.
Gallery of Fail
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Irony -
A racist appears! -
Yeah, James - don't be an asshold! -
ZOMG HE LOGS ALL IP!
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A true internet tough guy -
How diverse -
An outstanding upbringing! -
Textbook kook is textbook. -
Hmm, this won't help his case for visitation rights. -
His eHarmony profile which is essentially just a rant about women who own dogs.
Contact Information
- [email protected]
- [email protected]
- AIM Screen Names: C Kevin Provance, Casey Ravencop
- ICQ: 3522262
- Interested in buying a DeLorean? Call him on 941-907-0767 for details
Kevin's Various Uninventive Sockpuppet Accounts on ED
- The first user account he created to try and vandalise this page. lol Baleeted
- The second user account he created to try and vandalise this page. lol also Baleeted
- The third user account he created ZOMG STILL ACTIVE W00T!
His deranged uncle Mark ProvanceNO IT'S KEVIN STILL, 4 REALZ Still providing dox and behind-the-scenes on Head-Casey.
External Links
- C Kevin Provance's 2nd blog, which talks about his first wife, and his 3rd arrest
- Where he sells his shitty AOL chat plugins
- His Twatter page
- His Facebook group about a totally original time-travel story he's writing concerning robots waging war against humans.
- Did you go to school with this faggot?
- South Carroll High School Class of '89
- Friendster Profile - Interests include women, dating women, relationships with women, finding women who'll talk to him, and teenage girls.
- Selling the Delorean on Yahoo Autos to pay for food
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