BREAKING: Collin Anderson Changes his profile picture!

The Coinin Free State’s ongoing campaign against Collin Anderson—a completely random autistic guy whose entire online identity revolves around an unhealthy obsession with smiley faces wearing business suits—has officially entered its most shameless and self-admitted phase: pure, reason-free entertainment.

Community members no longer bother pretending there’s any justification at all. The harassment continues solely because “it’s funny as hell,” with open admissions in Discords and voice chats confirming there is zero actual beef. What started as vague online weirdness has devolved into one of the internet’s most sustained exercises in sadistic whimsy targeting a guy who mostly just posts suit-wearing emoji art and cryptic smiley-face lore.

At the heart of the operation remains the now-infamous multimedia barrage: dozens of deepfake videos, looping GIFs, and high-frame-rate animations showing Anderson’s deceased grandfather joyfully “bouncing on dildos”—every single one perfectly synced to the audio of Anderson’s own old, earnest self-composed song. The gentle piano build-up, the heartfelt chorus, the emotional key changes—all repurposed as the eternal soundtrack to grandpa’s animated depravity. Fresh variants drop constantly: sped-up nightcore cuts, distorted metal remixes, even a lo-fi study-beats edition. The content is self-propagating and inescapable in the corners of the web Anderson once frequented.

The effect has been devastatingly effective:

• Anderson’s Reddit profile is a hollowed-out shell—personal history scrubbed, bio deleted, old activity vanished in a panic edit spree.
• His Twitter (X) account went private within hours of the song-synced supercuts circulating, with timestamps suggesting he personally encountered at least one of the grandfather masterpieces before barricading himself.

Rather than issue any kind of response—no angry thread, no plea for it to stop, no “this is harassment” post, no attempt at clapback, no deranged smiley-face manifesto—Anderson has resorted exclusively to silent, frantic mass-blocking. Every Coinin-related account that tags him, replies, or appears in his orbit gets blocked without a word. Each new block notification is celebrated in Coinin channels as fresh proof of impact: “He’s speedrunning denial via block list.”

The community’s stated endgame is now crystal clear and shameless: they don’t want resolution. They want the reaction. A public meltdown. A deranged rant. Tears on main. A 50-tweet thread of smiley faces in suits screaming in agony. Anything that would immortalize the freakout as premium content. Blocking instead of engaging is seen as the ultimate tease—keeping the carrot just out of reach while the grandfather carousel spins on eternal repeat to his own music.

As one Coinin anon put it in a pinned voice-chat clip now making the rounds: “We don’t care why anymore. We just need him to snap and give us something to clip. Come on, king, react. We’re dying out here.”

The song continues looping in the background. Grandpa rides forever in perfect sync. Collin blocks in terrified silence. The lulz remain immaculate.

Hoch Coinin!