ILeuprasson was only eight years old when his life changed forever.

Growing up, his older brother—17 at the time—was more than a brother to him. He was his hero, his protector, and the person Leuprasson looked up to more than anyone else in the world. 

And Leuprasson loved bikes.

His brother listened to every single conversation. Eventually, wanting to stay larger than life in his little brother’s eyes, he bought a giera prepare.

One night, he decided to take Leuprasson for a ride.

he rode fast, It was late, the streets were dark, and at a crossing their lives collided with a RAV4 driven by an intoxicated driver.

Leuprasson survived.

His brother suffered a catastrophic head injury.

For two years, his brother remained alive but brain-dead. For two years, Leuprasson lived somewhere between hope and grief, too young to understand why the person he loved most was physically there but could no longer speak to him, laugh with him, or take him riding again.

Then his brother passed away.

Leuprasson entered what should have been the golden years of his teenage life carrying something no child should ever have to carry. To help him cope with the trauma and grief, doctors prescribed him medication. Over time, those years became blurred in his memory, almost like a black hole. Whole pieces of what should have been some of the happiest years of his youth now feel missing.

What kept him alive was his parents.

Their love slowly pulled him back toward the world.

By 21, Leuprasson had finally begun making peace with what happened to his brother. Then life struck him again. His father, after a long and brutal battle with Parkinson’s disease, passed away.

His mother loved his father deeply. Only five months later, she too passed away.

By a strange coincidence, their graves ended up close together—as though two people who had spent their lives side by side had somehow refused to be separated even in death.

This time, Leuprasson faced the pain differently.

But something inside him remained unsettled.

He had friends. He laughed. He went through life normally from the outside. Yet he always felt like a puzzle piece from the wrong box: surrounded by people, but never completely belonging anywhere.

Until last year.

That was when he found the stream.

What looked like another chaotic internet community slowly became something much more important to him. The people there were hilarious, intelligent, brutally toxic with their trolling, yet strangely warm underneath it all. They could spend one moment destroying appahat and the next have a serious conversation about almost anything.

The toxicity was directed outward.

Between themselves, there was love.

For the first time in years, Leuprasson felt that rare feeling again:

belonging.

When applications opened for the position of moderator, he carefully built his CV and explained exactly how he wanted to give something back to the community that had unexpectedly embraced him.

He got the role.

From that moment forward, he made himself one promise:

protect the community from every w9 that threatened its peace.

Along the way he met people he now genuinely cares about—Emyxir, Ezvibes, Kaouther, 3bi9a, Anouar, Killua,PATTY_LKABIR,RESTOOV,STARLET and many others.

For Leuprasson, being a mod was never just a badge beside his username.

It meant having a purpose inside the place that had finally made him feel at home.

And then disaster struck once again.

A certain w9 known as Akrbesty—also known as w9, also known as lwe7wa7—abused a command and unmodded him.

And just like that…

the sword was taken from the guard.

Leuprasson could still watch the community he loved, but he could no longer protect it.

His dalo3a heart was devastated.

After everything he had lost throughout his life, this tiny corner of the internet had become somewhere he could finally serve, laugh, troll, argue, and belong.

Today, Leuprasson is missing 65,000 channel points needed to reclaim his mod.

He isn't asking one person to carry the whole burden.

If members of the community who believe in his return could contribute 10K each through the shop fundraiser, little by little that 65K can disappear.

This isn't merely about putting a sword beside a username again.

It's about giving one of the community's most loyal servants the chance to return to his post.

To defend the chat.

To fight w9s.

And most importantly, to serve the strange, toxic, intelligent, golden-hearted community that once made a misfit finally feel like he had found somewhere he belonged.

Goal: 65,000 channel points

Every 10K brings Leuprasson one step closer home.

#LEUPRASSON DESERVES MOD