Introduction

People might mention his name, Cody Bret Sisk, or as he likes to call himself, Cody Bret, with a shiver, and it would be understandable. Born in February 1990, under the chill of a Southern Illinois winter, he presents himself as just a regular guy—5’9″, 170 pounds of what appears to be charm and trouble combined. His roots are spread across Southern Illinois towns like Eldorado, Junction, Harrisburg, Galatia, and Shawneetown, yet now he finds himself in a quaint setup in Blytheville, Arkansas. Formalities and pretense are discarded as he makes clear he is no hero, and his story is far from a tale of redemption.

Cody is the type of man who knows what he wants and doesn’t shy away from using dubious means to get it. A master of disguise, he crafts each persona with precision, switching roles with ease. To some, he’s a charming friend; to others, a relentless pursuer of his desires. Beneath each facade, however, lies a relentless hunger, a game he perpetually plays.

His life unfolds like a canvas of meticulously crafted falsehoods, each deception a stroke of his cunning, each manipulation a color in his palette. The scams he orchestrates vary widely, from fake GoFundMe campaigns to nonexistent businesses and romantic catfishing schemes—all in a day’s work for him.

Consider Ann, who sought a partner for her trauma care resource program, hoping to find a semblance of goodness.She wanted to buy a house and work with Cody because she bleived his lies. However, she fell prey to Cody, who presented himself as a tech-savvy sophisticate, only to lead her through a deceptive maze where he controlled every turn.

His actions are whispered about in Blytheville, by his neighbors, the police, women he’s used, a silent testament to secretive nights. He has left behind broken hearts and broken laws, weaving a path of empty promises and drained wallets, yet always painting himself in a desirable light.

Cody Bret is more than a thief of possessions; he’s a hunter of peace, a destroyer of innocence, creating a facade of life experiences, jobs, and relationships, all of which are mere acts in his grand play, with the world as his stage.

But this is not a confession—it’s an introduction to his grand act, a show for which no one has willingly bought a ticket. He stands as the man behind the curtain, a heartless wizard orchestrating his spectacle.

His narrative is not seeking forgiveness but reveling in the spectacle of his deceit. Thus, he warns to keep a tight grip on one’s wallet and trust nothing he says.

For Cody Bret Sisk is exactly the menace people have been cautioned against, even he himself on his own site warns you against, potentially becoming synonymous with the greatest scam ever encountered.

Here he is acting like this cop pulled him over because he knew him and wanted a picture with Cody.

When in reality he was pulled over for speeding and asked HIM for a pic so Cody could fake another Facebook post. He’s such a fraud!