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When I was 13 I was part of a Sonic fan website. All I can say that this predate me even knowing what a furry was. I was young, I liked Sonic, and I found other people on the internet who liked Sonic. Everyone had a made-up Sonic character so I made one up to go along with everyone else. I was lonely with no friends. It was fun. They were The Perfect Chaos Gang. I honestly forgot all about this till something here triggered an old memory. From what little information I've scrounged up it seems that the site was part of some big drama revolving around the Sonic 2 Beta. I don't remember any of that. All I remember is that everyone either 1) Talked in character all of the time or 2) Wrote terrible fanfiction about their characters fighting against Dr. Robotnick. Thankfully everything I wrote was never saved and is gone forever. But that's not why I'm digging up these old memories. I'm digging it up because of one creep. Even in my dumb preteen stage I knew there was something wrong with him. While everyone else's fanfics were dumb "Hurr we saved Sonic yaay!" his were hyper-violent and sexualized. Nowadays that's par for the course for creepy fans but back then it was brand new to me. When he found out I was a girl he wrote a fanfic in which my "character" hooked up with another guy on the forum. It was weird but I was too shy to do anything so I went with it. Then he started writing about me and him hooking up. Then he started sending me emails and IMs proclaiming his undying love to me. His fanfics kept saying about how I was this angel destined to save his demon-Hedgehog self. Our characters in his fanfictions were clearly in love! WHY WOULDN'T I LOVE HIM BACK?! It got worse when I left the group. Every board I joined he would pop up just to let everyone know I was a horrible soul-crushing slut that seduced men to break their souls. If he got banned he would just re-register and post it over and over again. This happened for over a year until I finally deleted my old email account. The last conversation I ever had with him he threatened to kill himself if I didn't agree to be his girlfriend. When I told him no he told me that he cut his wrists and was going to spend the last minutes of his life telling me that he loved me. Then his "Mom" came on screaming at me for not loving his son but wait! Her son of was magical! Only my love would bring him back to life! I just had to say I loved him and everything would be okay! I blocked him and created a new AIM name. I haven't heard from him since. I wouldn't be shocked if he was still out there creeping on underaged girls.
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I think there's a couple girls in one of my classes (potentially) like this that I just noticed today. Both overweight, one apparently wearing goggles as a fashion statement, the other with what appeared to be some sort Japanese language work book. Also, holy crap I seem to share a few characteristics with "nice guys". I also seem to be self-aware enough that I won't drift that far, but dang.
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hyperhazard posted:That's pretty drat creepy to come out of nowhere. How did he justify that rejection? Or did it just not compute? He just said, "Sorry about that." We actually hung out the next night, too, with other mutual friends, but he and I never talked about it. Our mutual friend "Jessica" thought I was crazy for turning him down, but he had a girlfriend. And Jessica liked his girlfriend a lot, but for some reason, she thought it'd be awesome to get him laid that weekend. Then again, this is the same friend who wanted desperately for me to have an affair with one of our married friends. She figured it would push him to get divorced from his wife, and then profit? For her? I don't know what her end game was, honestly. We dropped hints that we were having sex as a joke--she was much more disappointed that it was a joke than she would have been if I'd been an actual home wrecker.
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Bobbie Wickham posted:Then again, this is the same friend who wanted desperately for me to have an affair with one of our married friends. She figured it would push him to get divorced from his wife, and then profit? For her? I don't know what her end game was, honestly. We dropped hints that we were having sex as a joke--she was much more disappointed that it was a joke than she would have been if I'd been an actual home wrecker. It's like she took a look at her own life, said "drat, THIS poo poo AIN'T LIKE A SITCOM!" and set about trying to fix that.
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Flurple, how old was the sulking crybaby manbaby you were talking about?
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Tales of the internet creepers are reminding me of another story of my own. I was a member of a VERY niche online art community many years ago (1998ish?). The medium the community was focused on was a program that allowed you to merge written text, art, limited animation, sound, and music together to make stories. Think of it as a very very low-tech visual novel engine. At its height, I think there were maybe between 50 and 100 people involved, so it was pretty small. We had a forum where we chatted and collaborated and talked about each others projects. Almost all of it was very anime centric, and the community was a bunch of weeboos, most of whom were teenagers who wanted to be sugoi mangaka someday!!11one. When I got into this group, I was 13 or so. I made my horribly written angsty anime-style stories. I made a lot of friends, and things were cool. But we had a handful of serious creeper types in the group. There was one dude who I shall call Leon. He was older than most of us, I believe he was a good 5 or 6 years older than me. He was developing a game based in the program we all worked with, using original sprite animation and multiple paths to allow for the player/reader/whatever to navigate various areas freely instead of just running the story in a linear way. It was pretty neat, and the community was very encouraging. He made sprites of various people on the forum to include in his game (some based on their real life appearances, some based on their various internet alter-egos). I did plentiful amounts of art for him, and we started talking over yahoo messenger. He would generally be okay, but he would sometimes steer the conversation into rather inappropriate territory when talking to a 13 year old girl. I remember one particular occasion, he asked me what colour my nipples were and if I ever played with myself. My response to him was "dude, I'm thirteen" and he signed off. Another time, he tried to get me to take pictures of my underwear, and I told him no. I think after a couple of conversations that went similarly, I either blocked him or changed my screenname. Years later, by talking to people from the same community, I discovered that Leon had actually drawn a comic featuring a good chunk of the female members of the forums (a lot of whom were VERY underage at the time). The comic was porn and all the girls were clamouring to gently caress him, and he did various unsavoury things to them. I never got to see this thing because it apparently happened after I blocked him, but man, that's creepy. Last I saw of him, he claimed to have joined the navy and was stationed in japan for something or other. We also had another guy, Shawn, who had a bit of a history of trying to pick up the girls on the forum. He tried to get one girl to go out with him, and when she shut him out, he went after her sister. He told the sister how when they chatted, he would masturbate and think of her. She was appropriately grossed out. There was also some big drama that caused him to fake his own death, and he returned under another screen name and told a big long story about how he was gang raped by mexicans. He got sounded out and left again, in a big flurry of further drama. Now he's an obsessive born again christian, and supposedly got kicked off another forum and investigated by the cops for soliciting underage girls online.
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Props to you for having such a moral compass and such assertivity at 13. As creepy as these guys behaved, I do think it's likely that they're now properly adjusted adults. Many of them I'm sure cringe to think back on these events, just as you do. I know when I was a nerdy teen and feeling lonely and a bit left out, I acted out in some inappropriate ways online, too. The internet allows shy kids to do stuff they wouldn't dream of getting away with in real life, which has good and bad points. At some point you're gonna have to learn wrong from right and this is one way to do it, I guess. At least no one really gets hurt. Feel free to disagree. I should say that I'm pretty sure I never solicited underage girls for pictures of their underwear or anything like that.
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Wandering Knitter posted:I found other people on the internet When I was a kid in the days before the internet I was utterly obsessed with the movie Aliens. So imagine it's about 1989 and I'm 13 and I discover in the back of Starlog magazine that someone is starting an Aliens fan club. Hell yeah I signed up for that! It was actually sort of cool in the sense that each month a collection of five or so xeroxed pages of stuff about the movie would come to my house. Who ever heard of fans of a movie communicating their thoughts about the subject in written form like that? Most of it was pretty mundane, but I do remember an issue or two that had stories involving the (not too graphic) sexual relationship between Vasquez and Drake, the two characters who carried the big guns. At the time it seemed like a weird thing to write. Little did I know the internet would turn that little bit of strangeness into a friggin' industry.
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Was it like an Aliens zine? Because "xeroxed pages" seems pretty sketchy for a licensed fan club. Then again...Aliens may not ever have had a licensed fan club. (I'm picturing some sort of Backstreet Boys publication, but with Sigourney Weaver instead of Nick Carter.) Still, that's pretty awesome. Any chance you have the pages kicking around 23 years later?
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Yeah there was nothing licensed about this club. It only lasted about 5 issues before the guy running lost interest and sent out a half-hearted "I'll give you your remaining $7 back to cover future issues that won't come" letter, but I never bothered to get my money. I wouldn't be surprised if they're at the bottom of a milk crate at my parents house somewhere. I'll have to look next time I'm there.
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Josef bugman posted:I remember doing things for attention that seem really freaking embarrasing now: Like I used to enjoy watching dust motes and pretending that each one of them had a whole little universe inside of them. Or when I got on a plane for the first time and got scared, and so tried to write a last will and testement on the back of the menu. Or the time when I wrote an angry note to myself because I had had a drink and a girl I liked was into a guy who I thought was a dick. There is nothing quite like seeing "gently caress EVERY EMOTION BUT RAGE" written in the faltering hand of a drunken 16 year old to really make you realise what a train wreck your life has become. Or when girls were getting nude at a party when I was also 16 and I covered my eyes with a scarf because I thought it was rude. Or when I asked a girl to marry me back in year three because she was good at maths and I was good at English, and so I thought any potential kids would be good at both. This all sounds like normal teenage awkwardness/angst and youthful imagination, to be honest. Nothing really terrible or unusual here.
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Ask Me About Dating A Girl With Jrockers In Her Head It's Not Like A Cult At Least It Wasn't Final Fantasy House Don't You Think You're Getting A Muse For Him? Muse Projecting & Behavior This bit's a little difficult to describe. Janelle would dress differently for each muse of hers, and with over a thousand dollars of boosted merchandise from various high end retailers she had plenty of clothes to do so. It was like method acting, her entire demeanor, facial expression, and method of speech would change. Gackt wore pants suits and soft sweaters, Ryutaro wore more punk-ish clothes, and she would change her make up (or not wear any) and scents to match who she was that day. She even had wigs and frequently wore them rather than keep her regular hair style. Most impressive was a black lacy gothic lolita dress that she wore as the fashion icon/musician Mana. Day after day was an elaborate cosplay, sometimes she would even wear a compression vest to hide her chest. She would usually become far more serious and less vulgar (unless the muse she was projecting was more boyish), she would suppress her New York accent, and over all disappear somewhat convincingly into her muse. One muse behaved in a lofty and reserved fashion, while another might be shy and cutesy, and usually they would speak a mash-up of Japanese (her Japanese was not very good, she never took any classes), though one or two liked to also throw French in there. There was a sort of difference to the air about her, and I could usually tell which muse was which when I spoke to her for a couple of moments. Muses had a tendency to appear without warning and not give Janelle back for any reason. Janelle and the others in the muse crew seemed to consider it disrespectful to ask the original owner of the body to come out for any reason save a relative or co-worker on the phone or suchlike. All of the muses knew and were definitely aware of the details of Janelle's life. Other people with muses sometimes had something in particular a muse liked to wear, and at conventions we would sometimes cosplay our muses, but Janelle put far more elaborate work into being her muses. Janelle had absolutely no problem going out in public with her muses. This was pretty embarrassing, since she could behave pretentiously or say things in Japanese when she clearly wasn't. Even more mortifying was when she behaved this way in front of non-muse friends, even when I would tell her they didn't really believe in them and the idea made them somewhat uncomfortable. Another odd thing was that she would seemingly be affected by the emotions of her muses at totally random moments. This would lead to fits of tears when certain songs played on the radio (because it was 'Akira and Ryutaro's song', for instance), or a sudden withdrawal where she would grow quiet and refuse to speak to anyone. A friend of mine recently recalled a New Year's party where we were all playing Karaoke Revolution and getting drunk. He said he had vowed never to go to another party at our apartment because every other song made Janelle burst into tears, and it was a gigantic buzz kill. As for myself, when I played along at having muses it was more or less like a game of pretend. I could channel a muse without having to think much about it, but I didn't put nearly the kind of effort or thought into it Janelle did. I couldn't afford to in terms of costuming, and I would usually only project after prompting. Since Janelle treated me like utter poo poo most of the time and I was more or less in breakdown/survival mode, it was oddly pleasant to sort of let my mind be blank and just imagine I was someone else. But even my muses were overlooked and emotionally neglected by hers, and even playing her game hardly kept her from using her muses to connect with tons of women, many complete strangers that she would later sleep with because their muses were. Still in the works: Muses Are People Too The Real Girl Who Dated A Fictional Guy
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Finally caught up with this thread. Good lord. I had no idea this kind of thing was so...universal. Regarding the "RPing" discussion, I was involved in a couple message board RPs when I was fourteen or so and...I guess I was really lucky because I just found it a really enjoyable way to pass some time! Admittedly, on the boards I went to, I guess we did it a bit differently than Livejournal or whatever. There were very few rules and all the writing was usually done in third-person, making it more like round-robin storytelling than anything else. While we would all technically have a "character" that was ours, all that really meant was that our character would be the focus when it came our turn to add something. It was silly fun and we generally didn't take it too seriously.  All told, I think I was only really into it for a few months before moving on to other things.
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Rocketlex posted:Finally caught up with this thread. Good lord. I had no idea this kind of thing was so...universal. I had the same experience, except it was IRC roleplaying. Oh god I loved those people/games/characters so much. A few of them were IRL friends from freaking kindergarten that I'd hooked up with after several years. I've kept in touch with a lot of my friends from there for a long time, a bunch of them are still facebook friends to this day. I actually miss RPing a lot, I sometimes wish I still had that outlet, even though I probably wouldn't have enough time to commit to it.
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I used to be very active in public Neo-Paganism when I was in college and met some notable characters. First and foremost was Jack and later I knew the Scoobies. Totally unrelated to Paganism, I also knew Creeper Army Guy when I was in high school. Like many mentioned on this thread, Jack had indifferent hygiene. He was skinny as a rail and always wore a greasy trenchcoat that smelled of cloves and BO. Jack had read "Interview with a Vampire" at a psychological meaningful point in his life. He would not shut up about Anne Rice, vampires, Lestat, Louie, etc. He was convinced he was a vampire, blah-blah-blah. I remember once talking to him a local diner type place while I was having coffee and he was having Red Zinger tea. At this point I learned that his/his girlfriend's fondest desire was to cut themselves, bleed into their Red Zinger tea and drink it, all in that diner. And it would be sooooo cool because dude, Red Zinger is red so no one would know and wouldn't that be awesome? Jack was also a "powerful mage". He'd take credit for unusual weather and stuff like that. He hung around with other morons who were also "powerful mages" and there was one time they all tried to take credit for the same unseasonable snowfall that occurred at an event. As part of being a powerful mage, when he and his girlfriend ran out of money for birth control, they took to using a "birth control spell".  When this ended exactly as you'd think, he tried an "abortion spell". (Eventually she did get a regular abortion.)A mutual friend spent an afternoon humoring him and another girlfriend when said girlfriend was convinced the girlfriend had a demon lodged in her hand. Did an exorcism for them. I know there's more, but he was really annoying and I did my best to ignore him/blow him off. This already has become longer than I intended, so I'll leave the Scoobies/Creepy Army Guy for another time. One thing though, all my stories are pre the modern Internet. I've been thinking about what people have said about the Internet facilitating delusion. I don't think it's just a matter of finding like-minded people, although that's part of it. But Jack couldn't get on Facebook or Livejournal and whine about how terribly misunderstood he was and get warm fuzzies from people who had no idea how hosed up he was. Instead his circle got smaller and smaller as people gave up trying to help him or got fed up with his bullshit.
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I've been trying to ponder how exactly weird I was as a kid, and although I can never live up to muses or Denise, I think I have a couple in my pocket I want to share. Gym Class Heroes It began truly in 6th grade, by some miraculous hateful curse, I had been thrown into... well, there's really no other word for it, retard gym. See, remember in school when you'd have your elective "fun class"? Like Film Studies, Scrap Booking, Creative writing- things like that? Well, when I was in junior high we had to pick two of these classes and every other day during six or seventh peroid we'd go to this class. I never truly got to pick mine until high school. I think in 6th grade my mom made me take chorus, but the school demanded I go to retard gym. So what IS retard gym? Well, it was me and two other girls we'll call Kay and Jen as well as our regular gym teacher, Mr.Candy (I'm not changing his name, gently caress him). Mr.Candy made us do things in RG like walk around the school property and cup stacking. Why? I have no idea. Our parents didn't choose for us to do this, there was no benefit that I can think of, and there was only three of us. Three weird girls and a teacher that wore dumb socks. I don't even think it started at the beginning of the year, I was just pulled out of chorus and was thrown into this in like, March. I never really had friends until then, either. In elementary school I was a lonely kid who played too much video games, and when I went to junior high I was hanging around with some other girls loosely. So when I was shoved into RG I was introduced to Kay and Jen who had been friends before this, but it didn't truly matter, the three of us clicked instantly in an almost "What if I told you that those anime guys were real?" fashion. One of us mentioned "Do you go to Newgrounds.com?" and it was on. Our favorite flashes, animators, and of course how much we loved Neurotically Yours. We almost instantly became friends, and I was sucked into their small circle of fellow weird girls. Kay and I became insanely close, though. We shared divorced parents, horrible body image problems and childhood depression. We most likely rubbed off on one another in the weirdest ways. The next year, the both of us had math and English together, which gave us more time to gab about how if we had seen the latest Salad Fingers episode, whatever new Adult Swim episodes there were, or what was on /B/ last night. The both of us would wear long pilgrim skirts and loose T shirts and wished we lived in a different era. Our hair was long and wildly unkempt. Kay and I read and suggested horror manga to each other. I had a teenage internet boyfriend across the country. So life was pretty... embarrassing. future stories: Knife Fight '06 The Resident Weeb MY BOYFRIEND IS REAL. I SWEAR.
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Poison Cake posted:Jack was also a "powerful mage". He'd take credit for unusual weather and stuff like that. He hung around with other morons who were also "powerful mages" and there was one time they all tried to take credit for the same unseasonable snowfall that occurred at an event. Picturing a group of greasy losers bickering over this is cracking me up.
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Octane Diesel posted:... well, there's really no other word for it, retard gym. Really? There's *no* other word for it?
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Grope-A-Matic posted:Really? There's *no* other word for it? I think it was officially called "remedial physical education" in our school. So, yes. I believe that there IS another word for it. (Of course, I think that was the point you were trying to make, so.)
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Yeah, I'm just not a huge fan of the word "retard". I mean, "retarded" is a totally legitimate word in the context of mental health and psychology, but using it on its own is in poor taste in my opinion. Sorry for the derail. I wish I had some good stories of crazy people but (un)fortunately my friends are pretty sane v  v
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Okay, the Air Force Creeper Guy. I called him "army" earlier, but after giving it some thought, I'm pretty sure he was Air Force. (Sorry Air Force people.) Back in high school, my friend Laura had awful taste in the guys she dated. Another mutual friend nicknamed them collectively "Laura's Bums". This particular guy seemed normal enough to us at the time, but in retrospect, a guy in his twenties dating a sixteen year old and hanging out with her friends isn't so normal. He got stationed somewhere else and the relationship cooled, but they still talked once in awhile. On one of these occasions, Air Force Guy explained to Laura that the world was going to end, but HE KNEW HOW TO PREVENT IT. How was he going to prevent the world ending? Well, certain people had to get together and have an orgy and that orgy would create a "key" and that would, I dunno, turn a lock or something to prevent the world's end. Writing this, I wonder if he lifted this from Ghostbusters. Anyway, he was one of the people who had to be involved in this orgy (of course) and the reason he was calling Laura was because he wanted to ask her about getting in touch with me because I was another person who needed to be part of the orgy.  Bless Laura, she didn't miss a beat. "Oh, Poison Cake? Gee I dunno, she moved to the middle of the country and I've lost touch with her. Sorry, can't help you." I'm still in touch with Laura so I should probably send her a belated thank you. At the time it was just mildly hosed up, but I'm sure she saved me from all kinds of stalking and weirdness. Poison Cake fucked around with this message at 21:45 on Mar 5, 2012 |
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The "powerful mages" taking credit for snow just reminded me of Samantha. I don't know why it took this long into the thread for me to think about her, you think Henriette would have reminded me first. I know she was pagan; she had some trinkets for it, and bragged about having made it snow a lot by casting spells. (Supposedly her family believed/indulged this). But that's not what sticks out about Samantha, because before you figure out her religion you will probably assume that it is Michael Jackson. I met Samantha at our college gaming group. I know their reputation, and ours isn't always that different, but I have sometimes had luck befriending freshman who start out shy but turn out to be fun to play games and get drunk with. Samantha wasn't even shy, she was outgoing, energetic, and friendly; a big step up from most of that group. Samantha preferred to dress butch or androgynous, nothing wrong with that. The shirts were always oversized Michael Jackson tees. And she always wore this white hat. It was a fisherman's hat, but she referred to it as a fedora, and was proud of her fedora, and liked to use it to do the pose in the Smooth Criminal video. Also, you know how steampunk kids like to put goggles on their hats? She had a Michael Jackson sleep mask (it had Michael's eyes where the wearer's would be) that she liked to wear over the brim. I went to play a card game and drink in her dorm, only to discover that she owned the biggest Michael Jackson posters I've ever seen wallpapering her side & on the door, with his albums and This Is It DVDs on display. It only takes a couple drinks for her to start telling me that MJ is the only person who she's ever considered sexually, and this turned into a pretty gross "funny masturbation story" to which I nodded along while deciding that I'd only call her if we really needed someone for a D&D campaign... desperately. No Samantha, I did not know you could get athlete's foot there. The obsession seemed to just get worse, but she did eventually did have sex with someone other than an imaginary Michael Jackson- a couple of LARPers. That week she greeted everyone she knew with "Hi!" (beat) "I'm not a virgin anymore!" Other people tried to be friends with her, but she was usually so oblivious that she'd say something really inappropriate, or something really dumb that she would tell everyone about. When she flunked out of school not a lot of tears were shed, even from those who spent the most time with her. (The LARPers had since graduated and moved.) The last I'd heard she had managed to burn her eyebrows off by closely inspecting a barbeque (to see why the lighter fluid she'd dumped in wasn't working, I don't know really.)
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drat. This is all reminding me of Pikachu Girl so much. SO MUCH. There isn't a lot to her story except that she carries a giant Pikachu plush with her EVERYWHERE, and makes it talk, except it goes "zhu zhu" instead of, y'know, "Pika pika." And if she does or says something stupid, and you call her on it, she says "Well, Pikachu got carried away." She loving blames her stuffed animal for her own misdeeds. Yeah. Last time we spoke she was moving to Scotland to stalk David Tennant. I feel so sorry for Scotland... Oh, and "The Pika," as she called him, was also a powerful mage. Yep.
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The Oncoming Storm posted:Oh, and "The Pika," as she called him, was also a powerful mage. Yep. Why can't I be a powerful mage?! 
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cuntvalet posted:Why can't I be a powerful mage?! You haven't drunk enough Red Zinger blood tea yet, duh.
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cuntvalet posted:Why can't I be a powerful mage?! 
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cuntvalet posted:Why can't I be a powerful mage?! Want to be in my orgy?
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The Oncoming Storm posted:Yeah. Last time we spoke she was moving to Scotland to stalk David Tennant. I feel so sorry for Scotland... Time to stay an ex-pat in England permanently. 
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After lurking on several SA threads for quite some time, I’ve decided to buy an account to share my own bizarre stories with you. I’ve followed this thread since it started and I’ve been fascinated that so many people have had experiences like this. The stuff I have to tell is not even close to Denise’s or Summer’s or Janelle’s level of crazy, but I’ll give it a shot anyway. The Nazi-Vampire When we were twelve, I became friends with Emma. We were both lonely, dorky preteens who had little social and grooming skills and were obsessed with Sailor Moon. Now, both of us indulged in dumb escapism, but compared to the people in this thread, we managed to stay relatively sane. Both of us had imaginary boyfriends (Emma’s “boyfriends”, which she changed occasionally, included Piccolo. I’ve had no idea that there were so many people obsessed with him!) We’d write dumb notes in class in which we went on adventures with our boyfriends and poo poo. However, we were always aware that those were fantasies. Only one thing we did was pretty creepy in hindsight: After both of us had watched Interview with a Vampire, we also started a novel/manga-style comic (which remained unfinished). Emma would come up with a rough outline of the next chapter, I would write a detailed chapter of the „novel“ and Emma would make a comic out of it. When looking back on it, it’s clear she did have some… issues. The main character, Hotaru, was a blatant self-insert of Emma and was abducted by a vampire named Merciless who was domineering and somewhat brutal. I sometimes felt really uncomfortable because all of this was just too much for me, but Emma insisted on it. She was really obsessed with trashy horror flicks at the time. Emma still has parts of the novel and comic. Looking at it today, both Emma and I think that is incredibly disturbing, but also unintentionally hilarious. Unfortunately, I cannot post any of it, because Emma and me currently live in different countries and I cannot get my hands on it immediately; also, it’s not in English and I am not sure whether a translation can really capture how hilariously awful it was. But this story is not going to be about Emma and me. It will be about Chris. Emma met Chris when she was twelve or thirteen years old, via an ad in the Teletext of our native Animu TV station, where he was looking for pen pals. (This was in the late 90s/ early 2000s, when not everyone had the Internet.) Chris lived at the other end of the country and was about our age. He and Emma started phoning regularly and soon, they were having a “relationship”, despite having never met. He’d send her romantic letters that were somewhat awkward and full of spelling mistakes, but we found them cute. I mean, oh my God, here was an actual GUY who was interested in one of us! However, things started to get creepy pretty soon. Chris started sending Emma letters in which he excessively described the smell of his sperm and drew pictures of his favorite sex positions, despite admitting to being a virgin. He also described to Emma in full graphic detail how his family had slaughtered his rabbit and eaten it, despite knowing fully well that Emma was a huge animal lover who had pet rabbits herself and would never eat them. Eventually, he also admitted to being a Neo-Nazi. He told Emma that he worshipped Hitler and wanted to kill Jews and gay people. That was too much and Emma eventually broke ties with him after two years. He wrote her a few whiny letters, but we just laughed at them, corrected his spelling mistakes and never answered. About one-and-a-half or two years later, when we were about sixteen, Chris and Emma got back in touch again. I’m not even sure how this went about- I think he wrote her a letter and apologized or something, but I’m not quite certain. Anyway, Chris wasn’t a Neo-Nazi anymore. Instead, he had become a Goth. On the surface, he seemed somewhat more sane. However, we were soon to discover that instead, he had become even more of a trainwreck. Emma and me both occasionally had phone conversations with Chris. At first, they went pretty normal, we’d just talk about school, Chris’ job (he was apprenticing as a cook) and stuff like that. Then, things started getting weird again. Chris told us that he thought he was a vampire because he had unusually pointy teeth and liked the taste of blood. He also thought that the Illuminati were controlling everything. He knew it, you see, because he had read it in a secret book that was kept hidden from humanity! However, he was not able to tell us how he had acquired this book. He also told us that he could read any person’s entire life story and deep dark secrets in their eyes, and that the world was going to end soon. The only one who would survive this was Chris, who would be all alone on the planet for the rest of his life! He whined about this endlessly. Nowadays, we know better. But at that time, Emma didn’t tell him to STFU. Instead, she did something incredibly dumb: she invited Chris to come visit her. However, I was just as dumb as her, because I didn’t object. I mean, this was still a guy who was interested in one of us! That wasn’t something that happened every day. One hour after Chris had arrived at her house, Emma called me and was devastated. He had tried to kiss and grope her. When she’d told him to stop, he’d thrown a fit, started to yell and curse and throw things around. Emma’s dad drove to my house to pick me up. (Yes, in hindsight, it seems somewhat bizarre that her parents were unable to deal with Chris and had to ask a dorky, socially inept sixteen-year-old for help. Emma’s family are not bad people or anything, but they do lead a weird, sheltered existence and hold values that, to me, are kind of odd. However, that’s another can of worms.) I went to talk to Chris who had calmed down by then and explained to him that his behavior was unacceptable. I told him that he could spend the night, since it was already pretty late and Emma lived in the middle of nowhere, but that he had to leave the next morning. I also spent the night at Emma’s in case Chris would throw a fit again, but he didn’t. The next morning, he left and, an hour after, had the nerve to send us a whiny text message about how we had been so “cold and distant” when saying goodbye to him. After that, we never heard from Chris again. But there were new batshit insane people waiting to be our friends. Their stories will follow. Coming up next: The Reincarnation Chronicles, including: “I have the right to hate Germany because I am a reincarnated Holocaust victim!” and “How dare you question that I am the reincarnation of Nietzsche!” Insane people I met during my university years, including: “I've traveled across the country and slept in phone boxes BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” and The girl who converted to Islam for two days. lucythenomad fucked around with this message at 17:27 on Mar 11, 2012 |
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Mar 7, 2012 00:29
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Some sobering stuff covered these last few days, makes me very aware of how concerned I get about being like "The Nice Guys". Didn't have a great childhood in terms of friendships or general connections with other people, and now that I feel I've sorted a lot of my problems out I work in an industry and pursue hobbies that are rather male dominated, I find few opportunities to meet women and honestly have no idea what I should be doing if anything to "pursue" them. The very fact I need to think that in such terms makes me worry that I might become an accidental stalker or something. Also have to feel some concern for the interest I have in a woman I have met at social gatherings twice in person. As much as I enjoyed talking to her we now live on opposite sides of the country and it's really not out of the question that we won't see each other again for years. We've exchanged a couple of emails but I now desperately try to find things to say as an excuse to send another. This level of obsession, I'm guessing since I have no frame of reference, is not at all normal. Not really sure what I'm trying to say, it's late and I'm a bit fed up right now. Guess it's that I can see just how easy it is, when you're lonely enough, to fall over that line and get astral-bummed by Piccolo.
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Mar 7, 2012 02:16
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BizarroAzrael posted:Some sobering stuff covered these last few days, makes me very aware of how concerned I get about being like "The Nice Guys". Didn't have a great childhood in terms of friendships or general connections with other people, and now that I feel I've sorted a lot of my problems out I work in an industry and pursue hobbies that are rather male dominated, I find few opportunities to meet women and honestly have no idea what I should be doing if anything to "pursue" them. The very fact I need to think that in such terms makes me worry that I might become an accidental stalker or something. Also have to feel some concern for the interest I have in a woman I have met at social gatherings twice in person. As much as I enjoyed talking to her we now live on opposite sides of the country and it's really not out of the question that we won't see each other again for years. We've exchanged a couple of emails but I now desperately try to find things to say as an excuse to send another. This level of obsession, I'm guessing since I have no frame of reference, is not at all normal. I don't think that's necessarily 'Nice Guy' or Stalker behavior. You're just excited and want to talk to her, I don't want to try and speak for 'The Norm' cause I'm jacked up when it comes to relationships but before I got married I spent basically every new relationship over-reading every text message and weighing in my head when to reply and how to not seem desperate or weird. Based on what the wife says she basically did the same thing too. Its more a nerves and excitement thing really. The weird poo poo comes if she gives you signals that she doesnt want the attention, or you email and text like 1000 time a day or you start hanging around her house or something super creepy. Or I am wrong and we're both super creepy dudes, I'm sure someone will confirm or deny either way!
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Mar 7, 2012 03:04
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BizarroAzrael posted:Some sobering stuff covered these last few days, makes me very aware of how concerned I get about being like "The Nice Guys". Didn't have a great childhood in terms of friendships or general connections with other people, and now that I feel I've sorted a lot of my problems out I work in an industry and pursue hobbies that are rather male dominated, I find few opportunities to meet women and honestly have no idea what I should be doing if anything to "pursue" them. The very fact I need to think that in such terms makes me worry that I might become an accidental stalker or something. Also have to feel some concern for the interest I have in a woman I have met at social gatherings twice in person. As much as I enjoyed talking to her we now live on opposite sides of the country and it's really not out of the question that we won't see each other again for years. We've exchanged a couple of emails but I now desperately try to find things to say as an excuse to send another. This level of obsession, I'm guessing since I have no frame of reference, is not at all normal. Sounds like you're in a rough spot. You want something with this girl, but you're also sane enough to see that this can't end well if you feel this strongly about someone who isn't necessarily able to reciprocate that attraction, nor can you physically be with them due to distance. I can understand where you are. Standard E/N suggestions I would give would be to first evaluate yourself and see where you can channel that energy into something positive or constructive. Then, if you're having trouble attracting the girls you want, think about yourself first and try to be someone you're happy with, but you could also see other people legitimately being happy with long-term. And like many people posted here in regards to how "nice guys" always treated them, don't just assume every girl is supposed to like you or find you attractive or want to be with you. I often get into situations where girls make the assumption that my hobbies define who I am and we will be a great match by default. Those have never ended well. And they can't understand why I don't feel that way about them. It's unfortunate. Overall, I can empathize and sympathize with your loneliness. But fulfillment isn't just a button that can be pushed, nor are other people just the means of pushing that button. I think you have an ok head on your shoulders since you seem to be aware of where your current behavior and feelings could take you. If you genuinely like yourself and are a decent person who takes care of himself, you'll eventually find people who will like you. Edit: I guess the #1 sign of a "nice guy" is the victim mentality and wondering why people don't want to be with him (or her). It's not a person's job to want to be with another person. Hot or ugly, smart or dumb: gIrls are not obligated to be with me, nor am I obligated to be with them. And NGs will take any throwaway comment or venting to try to needle a way in. Like, if I complain to a friend about wishing my girlfriend was more emotionally available, I might just be blowing off steam. I might genuinely be showing concern. Either way, that friend could say many things but using it as an opportunity to wedge between my GF and me and talk about how she'd be 11 million times better would be inappropriate. NGs can't figure out that they're really unattractive people and that it's up to each of us as individuals to decide what we want out of a significant other. I'm an adult and have some fine critical thinking skills. I'm more than capable of deciding if I want to be with someone. I would not need a NG to help me. Blinkman987 fucked around with this message at 03:30 on Mar 7, 2012 |
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Mar 7, 2012 03:13
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BizarroAzrael posted:Some sobering stuff covered these last few days, makes me very aware of how concerned I get about being like "The Nice Guys". Didn't have a great childhood in terms of friendships or general connections with other people, and now that I feel I've sorted a lot of my problems out I work in an industry and pursue hobbies that are rather male dominated, I find few opportunities to meet women and honestly have no idea what I should be doing if anything to "pursue" them. The best way to meet people is to do things that you enjoy. Join a club or a meet-up group that specializes in things you're interested in, or could potentially be interested in. If you're into the bar scene, do that. If you're not, don't bother. You have a better chance of meeting someone you'll click with if you do something you actually like. And never underestimate the friend-of-a-friend route. My fiance and I met because our roommates were dating, and we were bored sitting around while they were off doing whatever. End of E/N tangent, I swear. Bring on more crazies!
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Octane Diesel posted:The next year, the both of us had math and English together, which gave us more time to gab about how if we had seen the latest Salad Fingers episode, whatever new Adult Swim episodes there were, or what was on /B/ last night. The both of us would wear long pilgrim skirts and loose T shirts and wished we lived in a different era. Our hair was long and wildly unkempt. Kay and I read and suggested horror manga to each other. I had a teenage internet boyfriend across the country. So life was pretty... embarrassing. I can't imagine what it would have been like to have regular internet access in high school. I dunno whether to envy or pity you kids for it. Back then we nerds were more secluded and had to work harder to find our nerdy entertainment, but we at least had less scope for doing horribly embarrassing things. Grope-A-Matic posted:Yeah, I'm just not a huge fan of the word "retard". I mean, "retarded" is a totally legitimate word in the context of mental health and psychology, but using it on its own is in poor taste in my opinion. You must really hate reading the SA forums. BizarroAzrael posted:Some sobering stuff covered these last few days, makes me very aware of how concerned I get about being like "The Nice Guys". Blinkman987 posted:Edit: I guess the #1 sign of a "nice guy" is the victim mentality and wondering why people don't want to be with him (or her). It's not a person's job to want to be with another person. Hot or ugly, smart or dumb: gIrls are not obligated to be with me, nor am I obligated to be with them. And NGs will take any throwaway comment or venting to try to needle a way in. Yeah, it's not a crime to be awkward or shy or lonely. It's also okay to have a secret crush on someone, so long as you don't get weird or manipulative with it. A Nice Guy isn't just some sad loser. A true Nice Guy is defined by being far more concerned with how he feels than the object of his affection. He only stays friends with her in hopes of getting something more. And if she's dating someone else, he'll think she's an idiot for going out with such an obvious rear end in a top hat (although he'll still claim that he's 'in love' with her). Oh and even when it's obvious the girl isn't into him, he'll either try to 'bring her around' or just wait for her to realise how special he is. When his efforts and patience don't pay off, he blames her. And yeah girls do this poo poo too. So long as you respect the other person's wishes and not try to make her love you after she makes it clear she's not interested, you're good. Corridor fucked around with this message at 10:06 on Mar 7, 2012 |
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Mar 7, 2012 10:01
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Blinkman987 posted:And like many people posted here in regards to how "nice guys" always treated them, don't just assume every girl is supposed to like you or find you attractive or want to be with you. I often get into situations where girls make the assumption that my hobbies define who I am and we will be a great match by default. Those have never ended well. And they can't understand why I don't feel that way about them. It's unfortunate. This is the core issue with all the Nice Guys I've encountered. Sometimes there is no good reason why two people shouldn't date except for the chemistry just not being there. Nice Guys don't seem to understand that "doesn't run away screaming" + "has similar hobbies" + "gets along with me" does not equal LOVE OF MY LIFE. As far as I can see it's just a product of nerd-dom, guys who don't hang out with girls very much seem to think that it's terribly rare for girls to be cool enough to hang out with as friends so they put the girl on a pedestal and get offended when she doesn't see the obvious truth that they are destined to be together. (Same goes for Nice Girls of course) I've had several guys apparently try to flatter me by saying I wasn't like all those other 
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PiratePing posted:I've had several guys apparently try to flatter me by saying I wasn't like all those other
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Mar 8, 2012 14:14
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It's a product of our society being somewhat segregated with regards to gender. Men are expected to grow up with other men, women are expected to grow up with women, and for many people they end up being almost two completely different separate worlds where one gender is rendered "mystifying" to the other and they get close and personal in only one realm and that is romantic relationships. Goddamnit gently caress you gender roles for making this poo poo a thing. This kind of crap is why I am so glad that ever since I was a child I had both male and female friends and continued doing so throughout teenhood to now, and never had to be confined to sitting with nobody but other women in a weaving room.
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Mar 8, 2012 14:19
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PiratePing posted:This is the core issue with all the Nice Guys I've encountered. Sometimes there is no good reason why two people shouldn't date except for the chemistry just not being there. Nice Guys don't seem to understand that "doesn't run away screaming" + "has similar hobbies" + "gets along with me" does not equal LOVE OF MY LIFE. As far as I can see it's just a product of nerd-dom, guys who don't hang out with girls very much seem to think that it's terribly rare for girls to be cool enough to hang out with as friends so they put the girl on a pedestal and get offended when she doesn't see the obvious truth that they are destined to be together. He thinks he's a brilliant artist and has a comic about himself which is essentially about how handsome and smart and funny he is. It's terrible.
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^ Is that Tim Buckley? (Also, psst, check your pms. I sent you a looong pm a while ago and I'm not sure if you received it)
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