One of the benefits (?) of the web is that it allows high-functioning loonies to share their intricate scenarios. For a brief time I enjoyed browsing their sites, but it got old, fast, because:
i) you can only enjoy laughs at the expense of sad, sick people for so long without feeling like a schmuck, and
ii) they're too damn predictable. We're not talking creative geniuses who could find work penning X-Files novels. As Cory suggests, there seems to be a set of consistent tropes, perhaps based on a consistently damaged set of brain-centers, behind all this.
How long until paranoid-schizophrenics start blaming their voices on nanotechnology invading their brains?