Imagine thinking that it was all in the bag.

And even if it wasn't, there were measures in place that could correct the errors of a relaxed/lazy/unprepared overly confident mob.

Imagine there were trusted players being moved into positions of oversight and the mob rubbed their devious palms together seething at the prospect of their enemy seemingly coordinating their own demise.

Imagine coming to the realization that a digital revolutionary movement has mocked, trolled, and CONtrolled every action, every reaction, and every thought perfectly. So perfectly that no tactic and no sum of money can change the imminent exposure and prosecution.

Pressure.

Panic.

Regret.

Suicide.