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TunaSpleen posted:What the hell is up with weirdos named Caleb? I feel like I've seen that name in multiple stories in this thread. And while it's still fresh, Sonata Arctica even has a song called "Caleb" about a weird child from an abusive household, and several more songs throughout later albums detail his exploits as a man stalking women and possibly murdering some until he sacrificially poisons himself Romeo-style in a song fittingly titled "Juliet". (Thus ends my derail on Finnish metal bands.) FWIW, a woman I used to know at university and her husband called their son Caleb. I thought at the time it was a weird kind of name, although to my knowledge the kid hasn't turned into Damien from The Omen or anything. I suppose it sounds kind of Victorian Gothic, like the name of a minor character from Wuthering Heights , which is the sort of thing a metal band might go for.
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rexides posted:Of all the "nice things I can do for a woman that will guarantee me sex (in my mind)", how could he possibly go for an offering of teeth? Did you mention teeth at some previous point? Did he have a fascination with teeth that you did not mention? Why teeth? I never mentioned an interest in teeth. In fact, I don't recall mentioning them at all in the lead up to this, because at the time it seemed so off and out of the blue. I spent a while trying to figure out if I had said something to encourage him. I have no idea why teeth. JohnOfOrdo3 could be right though. I think Caleb was torn between slasher killer and Victorian gentleman in his approach. Oh, my fourteenth birthday was another story entirely! By the way, if I'm posting too often/too much, please let me know. I don't want to hog the thread. Caleb Attempts to Celebrate Monster's Birthday My birthday is in summer, so I figured I wouldn't have to see him, and hopefully avoid another creepy present. No dice, he showed up the weekend after to wisk me away to his place, with his friends, for a drunken movie marathon. One of his friends is more fitting with the theme of the thread, as he believed that he was a vampire. I can't remember the first friend's name, or the name everybody called him by, but it was something stupid and melodramatic like AshDark or BloodNight. So, AshDark it is! AshDark was covered in acne, neckbearded and overweight. Also wore a shirt that had a weirdly designed vampire lady fondling her own tits. Home designed, home made shirt with a weirdly designed vampire lady fondling her own tits. He was proud of this shirt, and apparently wore it often. It smelled like he did, too. The second friend I remember clearly was Valtiel. Valtiel loved Silent Hill, and owned various comissioned artworks of Heather being assaulted by Pyramid Head. He was a behemoth of a man, build like a brick shithouse, and scared the everliving poo poo out of me, because unlike Caleb and AshDark, he looked like he could outrun me or snap my spine in half. There I am, sitting in Caleb's room, which is covered in his own artwork, mostly of half-naked ladies, along with some anime stuff. I don't like anime and never have, so I don't know who any of the ladies were. Most of them looked like children with tits. That's about it. I'm wedged between Caleb and Valtiel, while Caleb keeps trying to get me to sit on his lap. I enjoy the movies, because I have no taste and horror is great. The four of us talk about them while they're on, and for a little while, it's quite nice and normal. Nope. After the third movie, Caleb and Valtiel go to smoke outside, leaving me with AshDark. AshDark decides that this is the perfect opportunity to get to know me. After the usual smalltalk, he launches into the purpose of the conversation. "Are you a virgin?" "Uh. Why?" "Oh, I'm a vampire." here, he left a long pause, expecting me to freak out, I think. I say nothing. AshDark looks disappointed. "So. Um. I need to feed, but it has to be on a pure virgin girl." "Oh." What the hell else do you say to something like that. I head towards the door, hoping to play off that I just need the bathroom. "Don't leave! Please, Monster. I need your help, I'm so weak." he says this with a fair bit of drama attached, keeping the door closed, and grabbing my hand in a sweaty hand. "I need your blood, and then - " another dramatic pause "we'll be bonded together!" And then this creepy vampire gently caress cuts my arm with a Swiss Army knife knockoff, and starts to lick up my blood. Caleb and Valtiel, hearing me screaming at AshDark, and trying to wrench away from him, rush back in. Valtiel takes me to the kitchen to clean up the blood, because he's shockingly the most normal of the lot of them. Caleb and AshDark follow, both talking over each other, and then actually begin to fight over me. I say fight. I mean they circled each other talking poo poo and hissing at each other. The kind of thing that looks stupid even in movies, and it looks even stupider in real life. I don't remember their arguments over me, as they were speaking over each other, and stumbling over their words. The arguments boil down to me being the perfect protege for AshDark to dominate, or the partner in crime Caleb had always known he would find. Valtiel has apparently had enough of this poo poo, and takes me home. At this point, I'm full on crying and freaking out. Valtiel walks me to my door to make sure I get there okay, and leaves. We don't talk, he doesn't hit on me, I calm down. The next morning, there's a single red rose on the doorstep, a small wooden box, and a note wishing me a happy birthday, along with an apology for AshDark's behaviour, but he can't control himself when he's gone so long without feeding. I open the box, figuring it can't be worse than teeth. Finger bones. Bones from the fingers of a human hand, bleached white, in a pile. Caleb totally knew the way to a girl's heart, and the finger bones went in the bin after I was done screaming like a little girl.
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monsteroftheweek posted:ONE OF THE WORST BIRTHDAYS EVER So first off, thanks for the mention. Second off, please post as much as you want. It's us screw up people keeping the thread going with our tales. Thirdly, please don't take this in a creepy, internet nerd sort of way, but I want to give you a very big hug. I mean, holy poo poo! Dude cuts your arm because he's a "vampire" and then thinks this is romance and you'll totally let him dominate you. I'm glad the brick poo poo house was looking out for you because if he'd been the creepy vampire guy then I doubt there was anything anyone could have done. AshDark is lucky that you were too freaked out to press charges on his moronic loving rear end. I hope the rest of your birthday was better 
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After reading all these great stories, I figured should throw my own onto the pile. It's kind of long, but I'd rather not split it into multiple parts. In high school, I was friends with a Nazi otaku with a monster girl fetish, questionable ethics, and no shame whatsoever. His name is not Randy, but that's what I'll be calling him. I met Randy in my 9th grade math class. We had a mutual friend, so we interacted a bit. We hardly talked much, though, so I didn't learn about his peculiar interests until much later. Nevertheless, he considered me to be his friend, and I didn't mind him. He was an intelligent and witty guy, and we had a shared interest in science and politics, which was uncommon among my peers. He seemed like he could be a good friend, but that was before he got to pick the subject. In 10th grade, I decided I should eat lunch elsewhere (long, unrelated story), so I joined the group that contained Randy and our aforementioned mutual friend. I learned pretty quickly that the Randy I knew in math class was much more raunchy during lunch hours. Crude jokes about sex and/or gore was a favorite of his, and he often described whatever horrible thing he saw on /b/ last night. At times, though, he would talk to me one-on-one. Sometimes, we would just talk about anime or video games, although we didn't seem to like the same genres of either. Other times, well... One day, I was alone with him at the lunch table. "Hey, what do you think of that girl?" Randy pointed out somebody who was walking by. "Do you think she's hot?" I shrugged and explained to him that I don't really look for that in people. He wasn't satisfied with my explanation, so he pressured me to explain myself further. I eventually gave in and told him that I'm asexual. He didn't believe me, and he insisted that I just hadn't been exposed to the right kind of material yet; he took it upon himself to do just that. "Do you know what futanari is?" He began another day's conversation with this. I actually did, but I didn't recognize the odd way he pronounced it, so I said that I didn't. He decided to explain it in explicit detail to me, specifying what "counts" as futanari and what doesn't, and he made it very clear that he masturbated to it on a regular basis, hinting that I might enjoy it too. All this was in an effort to get me to reconsider my asexuality, but it probably had the opposite effect. He offered to send me some, but I declined. He seemed disappointed, but he backed down for now. He would try again tomorrow. "Do you know what monster girls are?" I decided to say yes this time, but this only meant he had more time to advertise material to me. He talked about this monster girl RPG that was "really cool" and "totally worth playing even if you aren't into monster girls." He then told me that it was pornographic, and how death involved gory rape scenes, which he took the liberty to describe for me. When I told him I had no interest in playing a game like that, he was completely confused. He couldn't comprehend why any guy wouldn't want to play this game. Regardless, he backed down again, but he would bring up this game (and some others like it) at least a dozen more times with the intent of getting me to play it, which all ended similarly. As time went on, Randy's quest to get me to accept my heterosexuality, or whatever, was abandoned, and he began to talk to me about politics instead. He told me that he identified with the "Non Racist Nazi Party," and he asserted that Nazi ideology would have been perfect had it not been for the racism. Despite that, he strongly supported eugenics, as well as the execution of the mentally handicapped, the formation of a totalitarian government, etc. He made an effort to "convert" me to his beliefs, but he didn't seem to mind when I didn't. He later talked about how "bad-rear end" he thought Hitler was and how he has a fetish for women in Nazi uniforms, so I wonder just how much of his Nazi admiration was actually political. During a political discussion one day, the issue of overpopulation came up. "There's only one fair way to deal with overpopulation," he began. "We need to release a super virus that will indiscriminately wipe out a large percentage of the world's population." He was dead serious, and I was so stunned that I didn't say anything as he continued to justify his position. Somewhere in the middle of it all, he also started talking about the positive aspects of cannibalism, asserting that it would further solve the overpopulation problem. Apparently, he wrote a paper on this matter which became infamous among the English department. If I said anything at this point, I've since forgotten it, but he never changed his beliefs. If that's not concerning enough, he's currently at a university studying biochemistry. During the last semester of 12th grade, Randy still spoke vividly of his fetishes, but he hadn't gotten me directly involved in a long time. That changed rather abruptly during economics class. "Would you have sex with a harpy if you could?" I thought he was joking, but it became apparent that he wasn't when he demanded that I give a good reason when I said that I would not. We were within earshot of several other people, so I tried to get him off my case without saying too much, but he wouldn't back down. I eventually had to remind him in a low tone that I was asexual. "Really? Oh, right." Somehow, he forgot. "You're no fun." He then turned around and asked somebody else the exact same question. We hardly spoke after this incident, and after we graduated, we went our separate ways. I have a few more stories about Randy, such as the time he purposefully jabbed me in the gut right where I had a recovering surgical scar, or the time he talked about how he'd rather kill a "fat girl" than a "hot girl," or the stories he told about himself chasing around children on Halloween. However, there isn't much more to them than what I just said. The last time he contacted me was a few months ago, where he sent me this "epic picture." To this day, I'm not entirely sure how much of it was him being serious or him just messing with me. Either way, being around him was a surreal experience. Edit: That sounds awful, monsteroftheweek. I'd rather deal with Randy every day for the rest of my life than go through that. I'm glad you're alright now. Read Snigfut fucked around with this message at 22:15 on Feb 22, 2013 |
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I... I don't.... I mean obviously I wasn't there so I have no idea what it's like being in that situation, or any other in this thread, but doesn't one at some point contact authorities or just stop hanging out with that person? I'm really not judgeing or trying to be a smartass or anything, but I've gotten through the whole thread and I still don't understand; why not call the cops or something? Tell someone? Apply fists to face until problem goes away? Anything?
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sad salad tosser posted:I... I don't.... I mean obviously I wasn't there so I have no idea what it's like being in that situation, or any other in this thread, but doesn't one at some point contact authorities or just stop hanging out with that person? I'm really not judgeing or trying to be a smartass or anything, but I've gotten through the whole thread and I still don't understand; why not call the cops or something? Tell someone? Apply fists to face until problem goes away? Anything? I hate to say it but that story just kinda reads all sort of stdh.txt to me, so contacting authorities is probably a moot point.
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monsteroftheweek posted:Caleb and AshDark follow, both talking over each other, and then actually begin to fight over me. I say fight. I mean they circled each other talking poo poo and hissing at each other. The kind of thing that looks stupid even in movies, and it looks even stupider in real life. I don't remember their arguments over me, as they were speaking over each other, and stumbling over their words. The arguments boil down to me being the perfect protege for AshDark to dominate, or the partner in crime Caleb had always known he would find. I'm sorry to make light of what must have been a fairly traumatic experience for you, but this is pretty funny. I can't stop giggling about this.
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moerketid posted:I hate to say it but that story just kinda reads all sort of stdh.txt to me, so contacting authorities is probably a moot point. What's stdh.txt? Read Snigfut posted:Randy Wow... that one came out of left field. I mean, it's kinda nice to see some normal crazy rather then crazy crazy. Although I don't enjoy the idea of this guy having access to dangerous chemicals. Well if we all die then at least we won't have to put up with these people any more, so there's that...
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JohnOfOrdo3 posted:What's stdh.txt? shit_that_didnt_happen.txt In other words, moerketid is skeptical. Anyway, yeah, Randy's significantly different compared to most of the people featured here, but I figured he fit in well enough even though he prefers to practice his insanity in practical terms.
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Well this looks amusing! 
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JohnOfOrdo3 posted:So first off, thanks for the mention. Second off, please post as much as you want. It's us screw up people keeping the thread going with our tales. Good to know I'm not cluttering the place up! The rest of my birthday was great, actually. I am honestly fine now. Other than the fact that I loathe vampire related things, but on the plus side I have since gained the ability to stand up for myself! I didn't go to the authorities for a few really stupid reasons. I was fourteen, by that point, and I wasn't supposed to be there. I was scared that my parents would be pissed with me, that the police wouldn't believe me, or would blame me for being there in the first place. I also thought that Caleb, AshDark and Valtiel would be angry, and they knew where I lived, so it seemed smarter to just try to minimize time spent with them without help.. Now, I wouldn't think twice. But then, I wouldn't think twice about telling Caleb to gently caress off the day I met him now. But yeah, teenaged girls aren't usually the brightest. Read Snigfut posted:Edit: That sounds awful, monsteroftheweek. I'd rather deal with Randy every day for the rest of my life than go through that. I'm glad you're alright now. Honestly, Caleb was harmless. He was creepy, and he wanted so very badly to be dangerous, but he really wasn't. AshDark was kept in check afterwards, and I didn't really see an awful lot of him. Only when Valtiel and Caleb were both present, and neither one of them left me alone with him. Randy sounds like a rapist in the waiting, honestly. Vagabundo posted:I'm sorry to make light of what must have been a fairly traumatic experience for you, but this is pretty funny. I can't stop giggling about this. It's hilarious now. I think about it, and it's just so ridiculous and over the top, and they were taking themselves so very seriously while hissing like literal cats. I think the fact that Valtiel and I were just sitting there, with looks of "this is the stupidest poo poo I've seen anybody do" helped.
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This makes me wonder, was Valtiel just a built SH fan who had the ignominy of running with these two psychos, or did he have his own creep factor?
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Well, it's in that thread now: http://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?threadid=3501091&userid=0&perpage=40&pagenumber=114#post412798253 However, I don't see this story as being more unrealistic or pathetic than other things in this thread. It's weird, but I can see it happening. Also if we question it, then this entire thread is up for questioning, and I really don't want that to happen...
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I don't think it's fake. It's nothing that I wouldn't attribute a die hard vampire weeaboo doing it. For instance I once had a tumble in the hay with a goth girl that loved vampires that culminated with her achieving organism by reaching over to the night stand and cutting her legs with a razor blade. Thank god it was her sheets. Yes, I finished. Then got the hell out of there with some lame rear end excuse. Seeing her at work was very awkward the next day. Excelsiortothemax fucked around with this message at 01:00 on Feb 23, 2013 |
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Finally hit the end of this thread. I hope the sources of crazy never end, even if a few of these stories are made up, they have all entertained me. I particularly enjoyed the Anne Rice derail from a few pages back. I read Interview... because my crush at the time was also reading the series. Unfortunately for this thread, she was not a crazy Although I am grateful that I never met anyone quite like the people in this thread, it does make me sad that I can't contribute a story to a thread that has bought me such enjoyment!
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monsteroftheweek posted:But yeah, teenaged girls aren't usually the brightest. I'm really sorry you went through that scary experience and felt you couldn't report it at the time. I think it has nothing to do with intelligence. Most teens understandably are still learning about handling ackward social situations in a healthy way. For girls in particular I think it's more of a cultural socialization to be polite, meek, and silent in social situations - loudly raising objection is 'being hysterical' and dismissed as unfeminine. I'm speaking from an American perceptive; I'm also speaking from my own experiences as a woman who since early childhood was constantly scolded for having a big mouth, something never directed toward male family or peers. I consider myself fortunate I never went through an extreme experience with a bad friend since I definitely knew unstable people in my teens and early 20s, people I should have excised from my life far sooner than later. I don't have any distinct stories, but I'm very glad of this thread because it's clear there are many, many instances of mentally damaged people like Denise and of people like us who had to learn of their existence the hard way. I would be very interested to know if any young psychologists from our generation are considering a long-term study of such people, especially as it relates to fandom and the coming of the Internet.
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SUPERMAN'S GAL PAL posted:I consider myself fortunate I never went through an extreme experience with a bad friend since I definitely knew unstable people in my teens and early 20s, people I should have excised from my life far sooner than later. I don't have any distinct stories, but I'm very glad of this thread because it's clear there are many, many instances of mentally damaged people like Denise and of people like us who had to learn of their existence the hard way. I would be very interested to know if any young psychologists from our generation are considering a long-term study of such people, especially as it relates to fandom and the coming of the Internet. Oh god that made me remember something about Kry. Someone once psychoanalysed her. Well... more analysed her as a psycho. Told her that all of the spirit world was in her head and she was crazy. So she fell out with him for a year and a half. Total none contact, any time they saw each other it would devolve into screaming matches in an instant with others wondering what the gently caress was going on between them. Now they made up, started getting along. But there was always this under current of "You called me crazy. This is loving war" This person was Espy (El Dragon Espanol) who I mentioned in my last story briefly. The thing you need to know about him? He over reacts. It's what he does. Now Espy was an avid role player in a online forum for a mmorpg. As such he had a "god mode" character who basically existed to win pathetic internet roleplay dick waving arguments for him, we're going to call him Richard, or Dick for short. But wait! This roleplay character was part of his very Soul. One of seven fragments of him. Any time he "Lost control" he fragmented into these seven fragments until he regained control. Each of them were just as bullshit as the last. The list of their various powers were all stupid role play stuff. But the main ones were that Espy was a dragon with a strong connection to Gaia (earth spirit) and so all his powers were all about life and plants, Richard was death itself the embodiment, the reaper of souls, the man who guides you into the void. Any version of a death embodiment you could think of, Espy would claim Dick was. Now Espy was a brat, any problem there was he'd split into the seven fragments and moan and gripe about how it was so hard being him. This made it difficult to bring any problem to him. He also had anger issues which meant when he "Split" and you were the supposed cause of it, he would start bitching at and about you. His list of accomplishments included: -Traumatising a group of two day old children by installing in them the fear of death itself because one of them was misbehaving. -Then claiming one of the girls in the group of children was destined to be his student and lover (remember, two day old baby) -Often growing so enraged that he killed plants and then lost his powers of life and plants and poo poo because Gaia was angry at him so became death itself. Then blamed me for it. -Taking in a young girl who was part of Kry's soul and then refusing to give it back to us because he thought he had a chance with it. -attempted to hang himself on webcam to Kry when he cheated on one of Kry's fictional head people with someone elses fictional head person and Kry's head person dumped him for it. Yes, that's right. He attempted to kill himself because a fictional person dumped him for cheating with another fictional person. I know some loving sane people, let me tell you  Sadly, that wasn't the worst he ever did. But I'm not going to reveal that to you no matter how much I want to. Some things you just don't have a right to talk about. But I can tell you it was in real life. I just wish it wasn't. Often times I would have to act as the mediator between Kry and Espy because they couldn't stand each other. Which often put me in this weird position where I'm clearly (according to Kry) on one side, yet I'm being made to spy on the other. It meant that in any given situation, no matter who I thought was right at the time. I had to side with Kry, even when she'd caused the problem in the first place. She never took the blame for anything, she always saw herself as blameless unless she wanted sympathy. Which I often gave. She had me wrapped around her finger and I was scared to be let go. I've completely forgotten the original point I was meant to be making... Something along the lines of the person who psychoanalysed Kry was himself quite psychotic. Certainly I never met anyone with any psychology background, I imagine Kry lost her patience with them a long time ago when they told her exactly what they thought her condition was. ----- Felt I should add something into the discussion since I've been quiet for a while on Kry's crazy spirit world. I know this isn't about Majesty or Captain Asspull like I promised, but I honestly fear writing that down and the reaction it might get. It was six months of my life after all, guess I'm a little scared that no one will bat an eye lid and then I'll feel like a fool. Then again,  right? I'll see what I can get down. Just don't expect it right away.
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At the risk of sounding like that unwelcome guy from ADTRW, that picture is pretty (ironically) epic. Otherwise, awesome stories so far.
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SUPERMAN'S GAL PAL posted:I'm really sorry you went through that scary experience and felt you couldn't report it at the time. I think it has nothing to do with intelligence. Most teens understandably are still learning about handling ackward social situations in a healthy way. For girls in particular I think it's more of a cultural socialization to be polite, meek, and silent in social situations - loudly raising objection is 'being hysterical' and dismissed as unfeminine. I'm speaking from an American perceptive; I'm also speaking from my own experiences as a woman who since early childhood was constantly scolded for having a big mouth, something never directed toward male family or peers. I absolutely agree with this. As an early adolescent I ended up in a very bad situation with some very bad people many years older than me and I was afraid to ask for help from my parents or authorities -- it didn't help that my family was deeply religious and that turned what was happening, in my mind, into something that I deserved and made sense in God's Ineffable Plan. Eventually I asked my parents for help and it was translated as me lying and acting out for attention (in my parents' defense, my younger sister was in the hospital due to colon cancer so it wasn't entirely unreasonable to think that). Ten years later we're still dealing with the repercussions: me in my everyday life, them in plainly expressed guilt, and us in trying to repair our relationship.
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monsteroftheweek posted:Finger bones. Bones from the fingers of a human hand, bleached white, in a pile. Caleb totally knew the way to a girl's heart, and the finger bones went in the bin after I was done screaming like a little girl.  Ugh, girls are so drat fickle. I must be the last True Romantick in the whole world. Wait a minute, let me check with my mom and see if it's the first or third date where you present a young lady human remains to let her know your intentions are pure. 
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JohnOfOrdo3 posted:Kry and Espy Oh god, I remember having to deal with one of Espy's fallouts. It was like walking into a tantrum with a six year old. Only way to make him back down was to beat him at his own game. Although if I recall you were pretty horrified at the time John. Given that I had basically zero comprehension beyond these two people are loving nuts. quote:VAMPIRES I have no idea if I've told this story in this thread before, but I feel it needs telling. Because this was honestly the single most confusing period of my life while I was in Secondary School. It all started with Abby. That is of course not her real name, and I've long since forgotten what she used to call herself. So Abby will have to do. Abby was to put it simply, a loner. She never fit in, she never tried to fit in. At all. Point in fact, these days I honestly think she would have been more successful if she'd stopped trying to NOT fit in. Abby could never deal with problems like a normal person would, when someone teased or insulted her she would hiss, growl and spit. When something didn't go her way she would start swinging and hitting everybody. Which was a problem because Abby was quite a big girl, who had a surprising about of muscle mass beneath her slightly flabby exterior. She wasn't fat by any stretch, just big. I'd met Abby a few times, mostly through a local amateur dramatics society. We'd gotten on well enough in that she'd never attempted to remove my head in a moment of fury. It wasn't until I saw her again at Secondry school which we both attended that I made my fatal mistake. I went up and said 'hello'. What a fool I was. At the time, I was also a loner, not by choice, but because my year six teacher had spend the better part of a year destroying any sense of self-confidence or self-worth I'd managed to build up to that point. You see I had Dyslexia, which at this point was still a pretty recent thing, at least to my little primary school. So I had struggled my way through what would be incredibly basic learning for a child of my age. My self-confidence was already on the ropes. So when he started twisting what had been good friends/the entire class up to that point, against me. I retreated into myself socially. I had a brother in the form of JohnOfOrdo3, so at least I wasn't alone. But the damage had been done. It was damage I wouldn't recover from for a good eleven years or so. So there I am in high school, I had one actual friend, who by this point had started to drift away. I see someone I recognise from a thing and go over and say 'hello' harmless, yes? No. I was the first person to basically treat her like a normal person. We bonded over a shared love of drama and fantasy books. She told me about online roleplay, I talked about writing stories and fantasy landscapes. She introduced me to the Darren Shan series. I got her enthused about art and drawing. We became fast friends in as far I made friends in those days. She was someone I could talk to who shared my interests. Someone who I could spend my breaks with rather than sitting around on my own, reading books in the library. Beyond that I had no interest in her company. She however had other ideas. Abby developed a massive, massive crush on me. I remained oblivious. At least, at first I did. I ended up spending a lot more time with her than I had expected too. This give her plenty of opportunity to try and flirt with me. But due to my crippling social problems I'd never developed the understanding of body language required to pick up on it. In those days if a girl was flirting with me I had no idea. I was shy, quiet, and easily wrong footed. If I girl was paying me attention it was just so I could become a target for ridicule and bullying. Did I mention I was bullied? Well I was bullied, a lot. I didn't fight back and just put my head down and kept on walking. Any confrontation would put me in a panic and I'd pick flight over flight every time. Which just meant that they could do pretty much anything to me and I'd do nothing back. This was problematic because in an attempt to ascertain my feelings Abby would pick fights and then make me defend her. So she'd piss someone off and then throw me to the wolves so I could be her dashing knight in armour. I'd done karate, but my teacher was crap, so I only ended up holding out until someone came along to break up the fight. I'd limp away somehow alive, and Abby got to thrill herself with how I'd defend her at a moments notice! But wait! It gets worse!! After about a year or so, Id become aware that she wanted me to be her boyfriend/chewtoy. She'd become a lot more physical with me and was trying that much harder to get my attention. This was a worrying development because at the time I was a small slight boy. maybe 4'6''? The specifics escape me, but the important part, is that Abby was about two feet taller than me and had more than twice my body mass. So when she got physical I had to seriously avoid being crushed. But as ever I employed my usual tactic of keeping my head down and saying nothing. Just bottling up all the pain and confusion deep down inside. So Abby evoked a desperate tactic. She'd gotten her hands on the twilight books before they'd become a thing. I can only assume they inspired her, because this is the point in the tale that Abby boarded the crazy train. I'm a Vampire Princess I was walking home with her as was my usual habit. We lived in the same direction so it made things easier. I could tell she was pensive about something, but just naturally assumed someone had called her a 'man' again. (A common yet effective insult. Poor girl wasn't the most feminine of people) About half way along the route, she pulled me to one side. "Arashiofordo3, I've got something I NEED to tell you...!" One large hand clasped tight enough around my upper arm to cut off the blood flow to my hand. Alarm bells were ringing in my head, I was pretty much convinced she was going to profess her love to me then and there. Abby was a lovely girl, but not one I had any romantic interest in at all. Last thing I wanted to do was to break her heart. So I started trying to work out my best escape route. "I'm...!" She paused dramatically. I braced for impact. "I'm... A Vampire!!!" Time itself stopped to watch as my brain kicked into red alert. The engines failed and all sensors shut down as I attempted to comprehend the massive pile of wtf I'd just been handed. What on earth did she just say? Apparently Abby took my stunned silence as permission to continue her LARP performance, as she launched into a big speech about how 'they' weren't actually evil and that the government gave them blood from the NHS stockpile. She was part of a coven of vampires which met up every night at this campfire in the middle of some woods. There were about nine of them I think, she was the latest to join their little gathering. There was the usual Leader and Leaders Girlfriend pair who as far as I can make out were very pretty but not much else. Most of the rest were pretty much window dressing, all apart from the twins. Spike and Kai. Who as far as I can work out were the most welcoming of all of the coven. In point of fact, most of what she told me that first time was about how great Spike was and how Cool he was. I just thought it was great she'd found some friends. So I let her tell me all this, after all she seemed pretty serious about it. It wasn't as if we hadn't talked about stories before. The only thing was, that while it was indeed a story and all fake, she believed it. Every Single Word. In the months to come she would update me periodically with the goings on of the coven and all their interpersonal problems. It seemed leaders girlfriend didn't like Abby, but Spike would always stand up for her and fight her off. Then Spike would have to throw down with Leader man. Normally coming to a stalemate. I would be regaled with tales of how Amazing Spike was and that he was always watching her and following her. Why? Because he actually loved her! But so too did his Twin! And they would fight over her but Spike would always come out on top. Then they would have sex. Lots of sex. She got rather obsessed with telling me about her and Spike having lots of sex, how they did it, how long it went on for. How good it felt. How big he was. That sort of thing. By this point I'm getting kinda uncomfortable with this because I'm a shy shut-in kinda guy. But I didn't have the heart to tell her to stop. I mean, she had this Spike guy and it seemed he was pretty into her. So why was she still trying to bed me? The cogs hadn't quite clicked into place yet. Abby's tales begin to become more lurid, she starts actually comparing me to Spike which confuses the gently caress out of me and does no favours for my ever dwindling self esteem. A self esteem which was already under attack by pretty much everyone at the high school for just being associated with her. My none existent social standing became imaginary pixy dust. Then the crazy train derails. Werwolves show up at the campsite. Oh no! Their leader wants to take Abby away and make her his bride and have lots of steamy animal sex. But Spike says no and fights the wolves off. They leave tails between their legs, but they'll be back! And they did come back and they kidnapped Abby and were about to rape her but Spike came to save the day. Then their was a massive Werwolf army which showed up to steal Abby, but it was revealed that she was secretly the VAMPIRE PRINCESS CHOSEN ONE, and that HER HALF-WOLF HALF-VAMPIRE BABY would BRING BALANCE TO THE FORCE. BUT SPIKE LOVED HER SO MUCH THAT HE COULDN'T LOOSE ME! NOW I HAVE TO CHOSE BETWEEN SPIKE AND THIS WOLF GUY! MY LIFE IS SO HARD ARASHIOFORDO3, WHY WON'T YOU LOVE ME?!!!! At this point I was convinced that she was going to kill herself. Mainly because she threaded to do so. Desperate to try and not be responsible for someone attempting to kill themselves when I could do something about it, I agreed to go to her house and hang out. Thinking that maybe she might chill the gently caress out. It all goes fine for a while, she's acting like she used too and we goof off for a while and watch some films on the TV in her room, only their's not much room so we'll have to sit on the bed. Oh, wait the screens pretty low down so you should lye down, it'll be more comfortable that way. I'll just lie her like this, oh, what's that? I'm just cuddling (read: spooning) up to you, no biggie right? I'll just drape my arm over you like that, I'll be more comfortable like that. This continued for a few minutes with Abby getting closer and closer to me and pretty much trapping me on her bed with her hand slowly working it's way down my body until it's hovering around my crotch. I can see what's going to happen here, she's going to go for it, I can feel her tensing behind me, she is going to actually try and grab me in the genitals. So I quickly make my excuses and rush for the bathroom to think up an escape plan. Because if I don't get out of here soon Abby is going to try and 'seduce me'. Suddenly everything she's been telling me for the past few months becomes horribly clear. It's all been an act, and act to make me Jealous and want her. She has been writing fan fiction about sleeping with a me proxy to make the real me jealous enough to make a move on her and win her affections. Presumably so she can sleep with the real me to get more material to work into her fan fiction to work me up even more. The Werwolves? Twilight inspired along with most of the coven drama. The twin brother? Based on JohnOfOrdo3. The amazing Spike? Me. The me she wants me to be. The me she fantasises about. The me that she's expressed every sexual fantasy through to the real me in graphic detail. When I return to explain that I 'really have to go now' and that I've got 'a lot of homework to do' she grabs me and pins me to the bed with her on top of me. She's been wearing this see through top the entire time and now I see that while I've been in the bathroom she's removed her bra and is now thrusting her chest into my face provocatively. I brake free by wiggling out in between her legs (which I'm pretty sure she enjoyed) state flatly and a little bit too loudly that I need to leave, right now. And make a run for it. I stop halfway home and let the shakes overtake me. By the time I return home my usual practiced mask of bland happiness is in place. I don't see or talk to Abby for a long, long time. At some point she sends me a text proclaiming her true feelings. I lie and say I haven't received a text from her when questioned about it after having ignored it for a couple of weeks. She sends me a carbon copy of the text. And then Feeling like the biggest poo poo head in the world. I break her heart. And tell her the truth. Then next time I see her she seemed to have stabilised a bit, at least, she kind of sort of apologises for the whole vampire thing. We never mention what happened in her house. I go off to to one College and later University and she goes her own separate way. Sometimes I still feel really lovely for breaking her heart. It was pretty clear that she couldn't take high school and retreated into a self delusion when here only friend was her lover. Then tried to make that come true. She was just like me, another loner who didn't really fit in anywhere. At least I met some people later in life who brought me out of my shell and started helping me fix myself.
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Arashiofordo3 posted:Sometimes I still feel really lovely for breaking her heart. You shouldn't. What else were you going to do, feed her delusions? Setting her straight and letting her know it wasn't going to happen was very probably the best thing you could have done, for both of you. Also,
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teh winnar! posted:This makes me wonder, was Valtiel just a built SH fan who had the ignominy of running with these two psychos, or did he have his own creep factor? I don't know. He never creeped me out, he was never weird towards me. He was just there, and had an odd taste in friends and fan art. And honestly, I don't much care that people think Caleb is STDH. It happened, and I know it's pretty unbelievable. That's mostly why I didn't try to get anybody else involved, after all. I think it's sort of like the Trunchbull in Matilda. If you go balls to the wall crazy, nobody will believe the people who complain about it. Also, Arashiofordo3, holy poo poo, that girl was crazy! There is nothing about her behaviour towards you that wasn't creepy and abusive. Do not feel bad about 'breaking her heart'. She was not just another loner, she set you up to be physically abused, and sexually harrassed you.
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Part of my job involves vending at sci fi cons and other geeky events. It's a good gig, and frankly, I've learned that every fandom has it's awesome people, it's obsessed people, it's blase people, and completely insane folk. Now, any time you are in sales, you have to appeal to the customer, and people are more likely to buy when they like the salesperson. And the quickest and dirtiest way of establishing that with your average con-goer is for them to see you as a fellow fan. I usually know enough about all the major fandoms to have a decent two minute opening conversation before a sales pitch, even though I don't neccessary even watch the shows. This is the basic backstory of how I met the World's Worst Brony. The convention I was at had scheduling set up weird, so we were having rushes where the vendor's rooms were flooded to the point everyone was crowded and not buying and next moment empty. I was trying to drive up business and striking up conversation with passersby. Ask to take a picture of a costume, comment on a tshirt, whatever. One passerby was carrying a large stuffed pony that was covered in weird accessories, and had it sort of sitting on his hand, while he sort of puppeteered it's head. I called out "Hey AppleJack!" and turned to the next group. A moment passed, before I got a tingling sensation on my back, and turned to see he was standing, quietly, right behind me, the pony up an inch from my ear. I actually jumped. He was just grinning at me, then commented "There's not many of us here!" Now, I know a bit about my little pony, but it's for all the right reasons. I have a nine year old who lives with me, and I baby sit two other girls under the age of ten. And for a show to watch with a kid without being bored, it's downright okay. But definitely nothing I'd watch as an adult, and I'm no special fan. I forget what I said, some sort of throw away comment, then I started trying to sell him some item that the stuffed animal was "looking at". He laughed. He had no money, wasn't going to be buying anything. As a salesperson, that means I no longer have to pay you attention. I move on to other customers, talking, chatting, but this brony is still in my stand, taking his pony doll around and having it walk around and sit on the tables on top of my merchandise. Every time there was a pause, he'd start asking questions. Did I like video games? Which ones? Do I travel all the time. He bets that I like this or that, and I should totally watch this web series. He was in the way constantly. I'd be trying to run credit cards, and he's have the drat pony up on my back looking over my shoulder, puppeteering it the whole time while he grinned like a loon. Finally, I tell him he has to leave me alone when I'm with a customer, that this is my job and I'm on commission. He apologizes but tells me it's not all his fault! The pony is such a bad, naughty girl, it's all he can do to contain her. This is right before a rush. Brony is standing just outside the stand, talking in hushed tones to his stuffed animal. Close enough that he is blocking traffic from coming in, but just far enough in the aisle I can't really do anything about it. I can tell customers are uncomfortable: They have this slack jawed guy staring at them mournfully with a stuffed pony bouncing around in front of him. Fortunately, it was close to closing time, and they announce the room will be shutting down. Security doesn't come around immediately, but as soon as my last customer is out of the stand, I start covering everything up. Brony is in my stand in an instant. He wants my opinion on his beads, do I think he could make a living out of them? All down his arms and around his neck are these homemade beaded bracelets and necklaces. They're just pony beads strung on elastic, the same crafts I do with the five year olds. I say he can try selling them and see what happens. He tells me he doesn't have the money for a table to vend at. I tell him to try getting started online with etsy, it will be less than five dollars. He says he doesn't have that money either. Would I give him money to buy a table to vend at? No. Would I let him sell some of his stuff at my table? No. He looks sad, and finally security comes by and tell him to move along. Later that night, I'm having dinner with a friend at the hotel restaurant, and I look over to see him looking at us, forlorn from the lobby. The next day, someone else from the business was handling the show in the morning and I showed up in time to relieve him for lunch. The first thing he asked was who my friend was. Turns out brony had been by a dozen times asking when I would be in. He also, apparently, really wanted my room number. I brace myself for when he shows up. I'm not there long before I hear a cry from across the vendor room and this idiot comes running at me, full tilt. Without thinking, I sort of duck and cover and next thing I know I am hit by a flying stuffed animal he's thrown at me. "Apple Jack missed you!". I sort of recompose myself, but my coworker is pissed. He tells the guy if he attacks me again, we will make security ask him to leave. Brony looks pouty, and says he just wanted to show me something. He holds up his stuffed animal, who is wearing a different outfit now. This is what he makes that sets his beading apart! Made with the same crappy dollar store beads, he has a loop around the stuffed animal's neck and another around his hand. Great, just great. I make a big show of "checking on accounting", which implies pulling up Quickbooks on the laptop, staring at it until the person is bored. Brony wanders down the way, still in view. He loops back around again and again, staying out of the stand while my coworker is there, eyeing him up the whole time. Meanwhile he's either puppeting the drat pony or dragging it behind him with its pony leash. He'd stay close by, either in the next stand or in the aisle and as I'm talking to other customers he'd just loudly laugh at our jokes or whatnot. At some point in this nonsense, he ends up in the stall across from ours, which is a bakery. They have a nerdy wedding cake on display and a video of their past work, but they're also selling baked goods and cookies. He is over there puppeting the stuffed animal across the wrapped baked goods, smooshing them underneath. The owner asks him to stop, and he launches into this weird thing where he is talking to the stuffed animal, calling it naughty, threatening to spank it, then pulling on it's hair and going "bad girl, bad girl!". I'm spent some time at kink clubs, but seeing this with a giant costumed stuffed pony was... something. He and the pony walk away for a bit, and the owner of the bakery comes over and says that other vendors have been complaining about this guy too. We're all used to weirdness, but this guy is hurting business. Would I back her if she goes to security. I say I will, and my coworker says he will go with her as soon as he's done eating. There's a gap here where we don't see brony, and we all get swamped, so it gets forgotten for a bit. Then, just as the crowds part, in walks brony. He pauses by our stand, and asks me what time my coworker will be leaving. I give a vague answer. Brony hovers near the stand for a while, then does a loop of a few vendors, ending up back at the bakery. They are handing out free samples from time to time, and there is a tray full of little sample bites of cake. He shoves the pony into the middle of the samples. They go flying everywhere. The bakery owner snaps and yells at him. My coworker heads to find security. Brony looks shocked and taken aback at being yelled at, and sort of stands there for a moment. Then, suddenly, he shoves the pony face first into the wedding cake. It seemed to be plastic or styrofoam underneath, so it wasn't severely hurt, but he dents the cake covering and some of the icing comes up and gets on the pony's face. Brony makes a big deal about how messy the pony is and proceeds to LICK the pony's face, all the time scolding it for being so messy, and what a bad, naughty girl this pony was. Security shows up a moment later. He was banned from the vendor's room. Later that night, I was talking to another vendor and they told me that brony had tried to get him to sell his beaded bracelets as well. Then he started bragging about the custom costumes he had made for his pony, and at some point mentioned that he had the pony "modified", and pulled down the pony's shorts/bloomers. He had had a vagina added. He had sex with the stuffed animal he paraded around on food. That night, I was heading towards the elevator when I see brony sitting near the lobby. I try to avoid him, but he talks me up, and asks me where I'm going. To my room. Really? He was thinking about turning in too. Maybe we could, you know, watch some tv together or.... Another vendor-an author I knew from a previous event--was walking by at that moment. He is a large, gay man. I grabbed his arm and pulled a "oooh, sweetie, been looking everywhere for you!" He picked up on it right away, and started acting real possessive boyfriend and grabbed my rear end. Brony looks angry and horrified, and walks away. My friend the author walked me to my room, told me to lock myself in. And that was the end of The Worst Brony
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Fair play for you for your quick thinking. Have you had any other terrible customers or is that the worst. I wouldn't be surprised if that was the worst. Because loving hell that is no way to act in public or at all.
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Feb 24, 2013 03:08
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Linear Ouroboros posted:And that was the end of The Worst Brony I know a lot of people who work at conventions and sell their work too and they've all had stories like this...though not to that degree. If it happens again don't be afraid to tell the guy that you're going to call security next time he bothers you. This is business for you, not happy fun time games. Also, christ, modified plush toys.
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Feb 24, 2013 03:24
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JohnOfOrdo3 posted:Fair play for you for your quick thinking. Have you had any other terrible customers or is that the worst. I wouldn't be surprised if that was the worst. Because loving hell that is no way to act in public or at all. To be honest, I haven't been doing this for all that long, about a year. I've heard horror stories from others. Generally the people who work at conventions are really awesome if non-traditional folk. But it's part of the reason I laugh so hard at the rage over booth babes and the whole fake geek girl thing. There's a fair number of people who go to cons with plans that they will hook up and there's frequently alcohol, so to get hit on you basically need to look vaguely humanoid and of the right gender. But there's a lot of room for people to mistake a friendly salesperson's intentions. So far though, he's the first I've seen security get involved, and he was so bad because he was severely affecting a lot of peoples' sales. I think that's the horrible part. One socially awkward guy probably cost a dozen businesses thousands of dollars. The only other real winners I can think of are a guy who just kept talking about the burlesque. But he had a lisp, and was excited about it, so every time he said "burlesque" he spit a little. It grossed me out to the point I had to excuse myself. That and some sad sad deluded cosplay people.
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Feb 24, 2013 03:34
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Linear Ouroboros posted:The only other real winners I can think of are a guy who just kept talking about the burlesque. But he had a lisp, and was excited about it, so every time he said "burlesque" he spit a little. It grossed me out to the point I had to excuse myself. That and some sad sad deluded cosplay people. Between the Brony and Sir Spitsalot you've got some great con stories. I always feel a lot more socially adept after hearing about some of these bizarre folks and their crazy mating dances. Somewhere in the Brony's festering mind is a part that's puzzled that more ladies aren't responding to his sweet puppetry. "What the hell? Chicks are all vapid and dumb. I wear my heart on my sleeve in the form of a lovable puppety avatar and not one of them wants to allow me to be making the sex with her. What's up with that?" I was talking to my mom last night and reminiscing about some of the strange kids I grew up with. There's a few of them that I wonder where they ended up because even for our group of weirdo dorks and goons these kids were *strange*. I can picture a couple of them turning into Bronys or whatever while the rest hopefully went on to fairly normal lives. This thread is good evidence that sometimes the weirdness persists long after childhood.
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Coulrophobia posted:I'll just give you the entire website. The victims are mostly metal/rock bans ranging from the Beatles to Queen to Megadeth to Sonata Arctica. And most of them are marked for sexual content... Okay, I know this post is from a while ago, but it reminded me of this one J-Rock fanfiction website I looked at once. Most of it was slash, but one story about how (I think?) Gackt impregnated Mana from Malice Mizer, and then Mana became a girl. And it went into really elaborate detail regarding how he/she hid the pregnancy under increasingly elaborate costumes. And then they had twins. Awww, kawaii! I just can't fap to that.
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Excelsiortothemax posted:
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Feb 24, 2013 12:29
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God, these con stories are always something. I feel like I've had a very lucky break with the cons I've been to.bringmyfishback posted:Okay, I know this post is from a while ago, but JRock fans seem like the Actual Worst from what I've heard. Then again... I took the plunge and registered for that bandfic site. First thing I found was a Lord of the Flies-esque multi-band crossover that includes a chapter where one of the band members gets raped to death. The reviews were nothing but sycophantic praise over how super surprising and dark it was oh god give me more. I almost Banme'd all over the site right there and then but narrowly restrained myself. Soon...soon.
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Feb 24, 2013 12:39
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So... uhm, yeah.... could you, maybe, post that Nick Cave/Henry Rollins story here? Or give a brief synopsis? For, uhm... science, or whatever. VVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVV Sorry for not making it more clear that it was a stupid joke and using catchphrases you don't like. This is probably the last thing on Earth I'd touch my self to, and the one story I skimmed through was acutally quite unnerving. Not as in 'I'm not into this' but more like 'I'm scared, the person who wrote this is not well'. I was just being silly, and if I actually saw a Cave/Rollins slash here I'd have to gauge my own eyes out and burn all of their records I own. But it's quite comforting to know that you take the task of keeping that stuff out of SA seriously. sad salad tosser fucked around with this message at 18:01 on Feb 24, 2013 |
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Keep the gross fanfic poo poo to tumblr please. No one here wants to know what you can or can't fap to. And herp a derp "for science" is an annoying catchphrase and not a cute way to insinuate that you plan to masturbate.
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https://twitter.com/annericeauthor/status/305728779144278016 Anne Rice is definitely one of the crazies...
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Feb 24, 2013 18:29
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Yeah, a friend and I recently had a big discussion about how Anne Rice is basically the same as Stephanie Meyers, because
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Linear Ouroboros posted:And that was the end of The Worst Brony I have no idea how you got through that. I'd have lost it by the time he threw the pony at you. There is something deeply wrong with that guy. Caleb Decides to be a Horror Villain First, a confession. I like the villains in horror movies way better than the victims. They're more interesting, easier to remember, and are just cool. When I watch horror movies, I'm on the bad guy's side. Like a lot of people, really. Caleb took this to mean that I was attracted to them. Because burn scars, faceless masks and a variety of weapons and tools from the average shed really turn teenaged girls on. But anyway, it was after our usual movie watching session that he leaves my side, and brings over a loose-leaf binder filled with pages. Clipped out newspaper articles, drawings and sketches, floor plans, names and photographs. He has clearly spent a good amount of time and love on this particular project. He hands me the book, and we look through it together. "I'm going to be just like them." he states. "I haven't picked my name, but I guess the media does that for you. But I've got the clothes and the stuff I'm going to use." He turns the page. There, he has a few different pictures cut from catalogues and internet print-outs. Standard things include a chainsaw, machete, and a sledgehammer. He's also included a katana, piano wire and a diagram for some sort of weapon that looks like a mallet with razor blades stuck to it. He is, apparently, still deciding what he wants his iconic weapon to be. Next is his costume. Black trousers, red shirt, black tie, black waistcoat. Full length cape, in black and red. The mask he already has, and shows me. It's one of those basic white ones that can be bought in craft packets. This particular one has been crafted to have blood dripping down its face. All in all, the outfit looks very stupid. Again, he can't seem to decide if he wants to be a seductive gentleman or a serial killer. Not that he was very good at being either. He takes my stunned silence as approval, telling me that he knew I'd like it. Lastly, he shows me his list and plans. He's taken photographs of some of the girls he shares classes with, and printed down their addresses. He's listed the various reasons these girls deserve to die, which mostly amount to them dressing in attractive clothing, and being thin, and not being interested in him, those stupid slutty whores. I tell him this is a bad idea, and he looks shocked. AshDark thought it was great! I remind him that AshDark is an idiot. He asks if he can at least pretend to kill me while he wears the outfit. I say no. He looks incredibly disappointed, but insists that he is going though with his plans, and I'll understand afterwards. As much as I really don't think he's capable of what he claimed, I don't want to take those kinds of risks for mass murder. Monday morning, I go to his form tutor and tell her what he's told me, and the names of all the girls I can remember. Monday afternoon, Caleb is pulled out of his classes, as is to no longer share a class with any of the girls he's targeted. Tuesday evening, there is a meeting between Caleb's mother, and the parents of the girls he's targeted. I don't know how many threats Caleb received from angry people, but it was enough that he was scared out of going to school for about two weeks, and destroyed his binder. That didn't stop him from buying the mask and the outfit, and wearing it a lot around me, though. I still didn't let him pretend to kill me. Nor did I accept any sexual offers from him. Especially not the ones where he planned to keep the outfit on. I do, however, remain stupid enough to hang out with this guy based on his ability to buy movies.
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I'm at least a little sympathetic here; I haven't had a horror movie crew since I moved across the country for grad school. It's nontrivial to find people who mesh well for that sort of thing. That said, I cannot imagine how putting up with him on an ongoing basis makes any sense at all in the era of netflix and the internet. I think that makes you the thread's first contributor who still hangs out with their source of crazy. Congratulations?
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Irony.or.Death posted:I'm at least a little sympathetic here; I haven't had a horror movie crew since I moved across the country for grad school. It's nontrivial to find people who mesh well for that sort of thing. Not quite... I think I have that particular 'honour'. Caleb has moved on and if I remember correctly, is seeking mental help. Edit: Monster, for all your talk of being a wimp, when it counted you did the right thing and told the right people. You can pat yourself on the back for that. Although it's a shame that he didn't get the message that what he was doing was bad. Did he ever figure out that you'd been the one to reveal his ludicrous plan? JohnOfOrdo3 fucked around with this message at 20:05 on Feb 24, 2013 |
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Feb 24, 2013 20:03
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JohnOfOrdo3 posted:Not quite... I think I have that particular 'honour'. Caleb has moved on and if I remember correctly, is seeking mental help. Yeah, we ended contact, five years ago. I watch scary movies on my own now, since most of my friends hate them. As for me turning him in, I don't know. He was really bad at hiding stuff from me, but he never said anything about it. He was angry and scared for a little while, but he never mentioned it. Unless he thought Valtiel or AshDark said something, he had to know.
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Coulrophobia posted:I'll just give you the entire website. The victims are mostly metal/rock bands ranging from the Beatles to Queen to Megadeth to Sonata Arctica. And most of them are marked for sexual content... Rock music fanfic starts and ends with this: http://microcosmpublishing.com/catalog/zines/3174/
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