From MopedWiki

William "Billy" Bray Jr of Auburn Indiana got a new Tomos moped in 2011 through a dealer layaway program. Upon discovering that mopeds require regular maintenance, he came to moped army to complain about what he thought was a bad deal. The reaction was dismissive as most members of the forum find the mechanical side of moped ownership appealing. This incensed Billy and he began to lash out at moped army.

His verbal attacks were so enraged and at the same time impotent that many people began teasing him to elicit further outbursts. Before long, someone had googled his screenname [1] and found a decade-long history of the same behavour on chainsaw, treecare, airsoft gun and concealed carry forums, each resulting in a mental breakdown and eventual banning.

His Myspace blog [2] was also discovered, which allows a window into the mind of a disturbed young man who idolizes violent serial killers yet often espouses vigilante justice against criminals. He has been in and out of mental institutions and has a history of violence against women, specifically family members. His justification being that they deserved it because he doesn't like them, and doesn't consider them to be his family.

On Friday, February 17, 2012 at 10:00 PM, Eastern Standard Time Bill Bray was permanently banned from the Moped Army website, and the entire record of his actions here were wiped out.

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Throughout his history on the internet there are several recurring themes he seems to obsess over, including but not limited to:

- Leatherface, the villain from the Texas Chainsaw Massacre films (his self-professed "idol")

- his virginity

- his desire to lose his virginity to an older woman, paired with his mistrust of a woman's cleanliness and a disclaimer that he would take her to the hospital and force her to be checked for venereal disease before engaging in intercourse.

- apparent conflicted fascination with drug use

- a sexual fantasy involving Jame's Cameron's film "Avatar" usually also involving psychedelic drug use.

- breeding praying mantises

- a supposition that everyone around him is a sexual deviant (eg. two female roommates are "kinky lesbians", elderly neighbor is a "dirty old pervert", girls at the grocery store who are rude are "Bull Dykes")

- gun ownership, his apparent ineligibility to procure one due to his history of violence or perhaps mental illness

- ostensibly false threats that he does indeed own a firearm paired with an over-explanation of how and why he does

- fantasizing about not using a gun to kill someone but instead getting his revenge in a more violent fashion

- a preoccupation with zoophilia, necrophilia, and incest

- delusions of being tougher and more street-wise than everyone else

- being obsessed sexually with any woman who has a caretaker role in his life, indicative by the adding of the suffix "-bear" to their name e.g. "Chrissybear", "Katiebear"

- supposed descriptions of his loathed sister's vagina and sexual kinks, usually paired with incredulous stories of witnessing her having sex or snooping through her email account.

- how good of a fighter he is

- his hatred for "jocks" and a suspiciously homoerotic belief that all jocks are gay

- a long, drawn out fantasy of revenge against a mental health institution that he was ejected from, and subsequently served a restraining order by

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An excellent example of his typical obsessive rants would be his 2012 attempted defacing of the MopedWiki directory page, deleting everything and replacing it with this text:

We're the Glorified Bicycle Army. We act like we're tough shit but we'd kiss your feet to avoid you kicking our asses for provoking you. We LOVE to use illegal drugs. Our heroes are Barney the Dinosaur, Pee-Wee Herman, and the Tele-Tubbies. We believe child killers should be babied instead of executed. We don't support the US Constitution because we think everybody should be a Sheeple. We're into Zoophilia and Necrophilia. We play Pokemon because the animals on the cards are cute. We live in our parent's basements because we're scared to be on our own. We call ourselves an Army to make use feel good. We think it's better to be book smart than to have good old fashioned common sense. When somebody get the better of us we do stupid shit like send them useless magazines because we think that'll make them stop. We have others solve our problems instead of doing it ourselves. We like to say we go to bars but in reality we don't because we'd get our asses laughed right out of the building. We like playing Hopscotch. We have Wet Dreams about family members.