Poopman

Poopman is a person who was actively involved in the online community known as Your World of Text (YWOT). He joined YWOT in 2013 and quickly gained recognition for his unique approach to user interactions. While his username may raise eyebrows, Poopman's journey within the community is one of transformation and growth.

History

On YWOT

Before he adopted the username "Poopman", this individual browsed YWOT anonymously, manually spamming the word "poop" across the front page and replacing others' words with the same. Despite lacking programming skills at that time, he managed to acquire a basic word spamming tool, which he used for several hours a day.

Due to his persistence in spamming and the ubiquity of the term "poop" associated with his activities, Poopman earned this unique moniker within the YWOT community. Recognizing the widespread association of his actions with this name, he decided to adopt it as his official username when he joined YWOT. By embracing the name, he solidified his identity within the community.

At around the same time, Poopman developed an interest in programming. Initially, this was driven by a desire to automate spamming. This changed after he met Infraraven and Codefactor, both influential figures in the YWOT community.

Codefactor in particular taught Poopman to code in JavaScript. As Poopman's coding knowledge grew, he shifted his focus from spamming to countering spam. After realizing that battles with spammers only exacerbated the issue, he turned his attention to creating tools and games, believing it better to contribute to the community than to regulate it.

On Our World of Text

To prioritize his education, Poopman took a break from visiting YWOT amid DDoS attacks on the site by actions LOL007. During this time, he came up with the idea for a YWOT-like infinite canvas rendered using the canvas element instead of HTML tables. He shared a proof of concept with Infraraven, who then collaborated with FP to develop Our World Of Text.

From 2022 to 2023, Poopman was an active member of the OWOT community, making games and tools with the goal of making OWOT a better place (see § games and applications). He created many artworks using his MS Paint script, demonstrating a proficiency in art.

In December of 2025, after being inactive for most of the year, Poopman returned to OWOT.

• Poopman sending messages in the chat on December 12th, 2025 with special formatting unavailable to regular users
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  Poopman's messages as they appear on the Goatway, where the HTML source is visible

Soon after, on January 9th, 2026, Poopman abruptly announced his departure from the site without disclosing any reasons.

Achievements

Art

See also: Art

On YWOT, Poopman was known for making ANSI art, which can be found here.

On OWOT, Poopman made pixel art with his MS Paint script, which users can test out on his world, /ms-paint, where it is enabled by default.

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  Art of OWOP mods Eldit and Cygnus for OWOT's 6th anniversary
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  Art for Halloween 2023
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  Art for Halloween 2023
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  Turkey/Plate of Publicity for Thanksgiving 2023.
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  For Christmas 2025

Scripts

In his time on OWOT, Poopman coded various games and applications that ran on the OWOT canvas.

Games

Spacefighters

A space game in which users controlled spaceships to compete against each other, based on a similar game made by Codefactor on YWOT.

SuperMario

A platformer game imitating Super Mario with the ability to design custom levels. A version of the game was also developed for YWOT.

Minecraft

A 2D version of Minecraft, built with a client–server model to prevent users from using the script to spam.

Lilt Line

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  SpaceFighters UI from /spacejunk
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  FP running Spacefighters on YWOT
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  Character customization screen
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  Index of symbols
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  The player character of Poopman's SuperMario script running around Spawn alongside various moving creatures by lime

Applications

Chat Filter

A script that could hide certain messages in the chat based on usernames, IDs, or message content.

Worlds

See also: Unique worlds § Worlds by Poopman

In 2023, Poopman collaborated with FP to create worlds for that year's Halloween and Thanksgiving events. He created pixel art for both /Halloween23 and /thanksgiving23, among which included the background images of the two worlds. On Halloween in 2025, FP thanked Poopman for his contributions in 2023 with a note link on the Center Console.

Poopman also made /tileAnimator and /ms-paint in 2023, both worlds with scripts set by FP to run automatically upon loading the page.

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  /Halloween23, background image is /static/files/grave.webp
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  /thanksgiving23, background image is /static/files/thanksgiving23.jpg
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  /tileAnimator, see here for a tutorial on using it to create animations
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  /ms-paint

Autobiography (written several years ago but edited recently)

Growing up poor

I remember growing up in the ghettos of the Alief area of Houston, TX.  I was dirt poor, sometimes eating "sand-crackers" (crackers with sand on them) or "wish sandwiches" (bread with a condiment—you wish had meat). I would even swallow air just to get rid of some of the pain of hunger.

It was not uncommon to see people who had died in the alleyway of my apartment complex or in their car, usually caused by gang-related problems or drug overdoses. I could see their dim, sunken eyes and pale cheeks. I could smell the distinctive, pungent stench of rotting flesh.

When I think back on this, I am reminded how lucky I am to have escaped this dark place.

School was an escape

School provided somewhat of a temporary escape from the dangers of my neighborhood and the troubles at home. I tried my best to learn anything I could. Learning was a distraction from the hunger pains I would often feel in the pit of my stomach. I equated success in school with the potential for success in life.

Although I focused, I was still very young and made silly choices. For example, in kindergarten, I took my mother’s engagement ring and tried to propose to a girl whom I thought was beautiful. The ring was intercepted and stolen by a teacher, so I never proposed.

Although the day started out problematic, a kid from my class saw what happened to me.   He was able to console me with something unexpected. He took his binder out and handed to me, on a piece of notebook paper, a drawing of an amazingly detailed dinosaur. I immediately forgot about the woes of my love life and found a new love. That day, I learned that I wanted to draw, and I wanted to draw well.

This event began my fascination with tracing. I traced the dinosaur picture I was given. I proudly showed the little boy what I had accomplished but was disappointed when I saw what he accomplished; he created many more amazing images. I was only able to reproduce his original drawing.

Becoming an artist

I was determined to draw something of my own. I imagined a dragon with a long, snakelike body, whiskers on both sides of its mouth that flowed down its face, and short, stubby arms with large claws for hands. I tried to draw the image that I imagined. Much to my disappointment, the drawing did not look like a dragon.

The drawing was unrecognizable.

It was not until second grade that I finally had my "a-ha" moment. Mr. Baker was a substitute who would often replace the art teachers who were absent. Instead, he substituted my English class. He told everyone to get out a pencil and a piece of paper.

He asked the class to emulate every stroke he made on the chalkboard, consisting of curves, lines, and ovals. Mr. Baker guided me to make my first drawing: I drew Fred from The Flintstones. I realized that I did not need to look at an entire picture to draw. Instead, I copied each line until the image developed itself.

When the school day ended I went directly home. I was an excited eight year old who wanted to share the news with my mom. When I got to my apartment, the burglar bars surrounding the doors and windows were locked.  I knocked on the doors and rattled the metal bars. Eventually, my mom opened the door.

"Quiet, the kids are sleeping," she said with an angry face.

I paid no attention to her warnings. I walked in, kicked my shoes off, and threw my backpack into the middle of the living room. I pulled out my English folder and showed her the drawing of Fred.

"Mom, come over here!" I whispered.

She looked and started to smile, whispering back, "when I was your age, I wanted to draw too." Her smile faded, and she continued, "I would show Grandpa and Grandma my drawings, but they always told me it was a waste of time, and I wouldn’t be successful."

She regretfully listened to my grandparents. Without any motivation for learning, she dropped out of high school and ran a children’s daycare without being licensed. My dad also had a knack for the arts but could not keep up with the technology. He eventually stopped pursuing art and got a job as a pizza delivery driver.

Technology

When I thought of my parents, I thought of their failures. I would feel embarrassed for them, and I felt ashamed. I wanted to be as different from them as I could. I worked hard to master my craft.

In middle school, I learned about different art techniques such as drafting or perspective. When I reached high school, technology began to boom. I had to learn how to adapt my art from freehand drawings over to computer graphics.

I struggled to adapt to the ever changing technology; it felt awkward to draw with a mouse. I started to feel like I was following in my father’s footsteps. Although I knew I had talent with paper and pencil drawings, I lacked skill in computer animation and design courses. Losing confidence, I turned to video games.

I began to play on my computer during classes. The teacher was furious when she noticed what I was doing. After being scolded by my art teacher, I began drawing on the computer again. Ironically, the hand-eye coordination from the video games helped me become less awkward with my mouse.

By my senior year, I became the "go-to" student when it came to computer design. On Fridays, I would stay after school to show my teachers about the new tools and techniques that I learned using the Adobe drawing programs. My teachers and I became friends. They mentored me and nurtured my drawing skills. My educators may have seen me as a great student; I saw them as family. They encouraged me to pursue higher education.

Kung fu and lion dancing

Throughout my time in high-school, as a way to stay away from my house, I would attend a kung fu and lion dancing temple called "Teo Chew Temple" in Houston. The temple was free, but they were very strict and did very traditional practices. I would often stay way past closing because I realized if I was there long enough they would feed me.

As for lion-dancing that was one of my favorite things to do. It was challenging, and being one of the few to use the competition stands was a source of pride. Going here often is how I ended up learning some Cantonese (a dialect of Chinese).

College

In 2007, graduating high school was a great accomplishment, but I decided not to walk during graduation. I felt that I would deserve to walk as soon as I graduated from college.

My parents did not encourage higher education. I confessed to my parents that I wanted to attend college. I was their first and only child of ten to pursue higher education. They felt that what I learned from college would not be worth the costs. I offered to pay for college myself, so they agreed.

We had no experience with searching for colleges, so my parents pulled out the yellow pages phone book. The first art college listed was the Art Institute of Houston, so that is the school we chose.

The school was private, and it was expensive. Even though I received many grants for living in a low-income house, I still owed monthly payments to the school. I found a job across the street from my college at Hollister. I was five dollars short on tuition every month, so my dad graciously helped me with the payment.

Although tuition was paid for, I did not realize how expensive all the art supplies, food, and bus fares would be. In order to finish assignments, I would go into the paper cutting room at my school to find scraps of paper to use for my projects.

Most days, if I was lucky, I could find change and buy a loaf of bread from the gas station to eat on the five mile walk home. The Art Institute also had a culinary school; the school threw away all of the baked food for the weekend. On Fridays, I feasted on all the thrown out baked sandwiches, pastas, and cakes.

The Art Institute wickedly added $10,000 to my debt overnight and kicked me out of school until I paid it back. They would also hold all transcripts from me until that happened.

Diana

At around the same time, I met my fiancée Diana through a mutual friend. Diana grew up in a low income household with many siblings, so she related with my struggles. Unfortunately, she lived in Cincinnati, Ohio. After a year of being in a long-distance relationship, I decided to move to Cincinnati in hopes of a better life.

I have had a lot of help along the way while living here. One of Diana’s friends helped me get a better job as a registration associate, so I paid off my debt to the Art Institute. They were eventually investigated and found guilty, but instead of needing to pay me back all they had to do was transfer the stolen money to the state. That's like if someone robbed you, and the police took the money that was stolen and left without giving it back to you.

Anyways, unlike my parents, Diana urged me to go back to school at DAAP because she saw my talent and potential, just like my high school art teachers.

Back to college

At twenty-four years old, I began my freshman year as a college student again. My major would be The Science of Communication Design. In other words, graphic design. In comparison to my childhood apartment complex, my current apartment sits on a safe, quiet street in Clifton.

Because I was older than most of my peers and struggled to get back into college, I took my education a lot more seriously than the fresh-out-of-high-school students. I think that was a blessing, helping me stay focused and vigilant.

Full-time employee

Fast forward a few years and I chose Interaction Design as my focus within my major, which was a mix between User Interface design, User Experience design, and coding. After a few more years (it was a 5 year degree) I graduated top-of-my-class at DAAP.

During my years there, we did a few co-ops, and one of those co-ops was an engineering firm which ended up hiring me as a full time employee.

Machine learning and inventor

In 2016/18, the engineering firm branched out to virtual reality with me as the main artist and level designer. The firm was only using Unity at the time, and Unreal did not have VR capabilities yet. I learned Unity and had the firm start to branch out into Unreal as well.

A few years later, the firm got further into machine learning and placed me into the newly built machine learning group. The purpose was to find ways to generate synthetic data.

At the same time, one of the directors wanted me to work on making a "product viewer". I went to them with the idea of creating a machine learning-based product viewer, where you could take a few products, give them randomized positions, rotations, color textures, lighting, backgrounds, etc., and use that with some JSON data to train machine learning models. I developed the product for about a year.

It was patented, and I became a named inventor of the first synthetic data generation platform.