Who in their right mind would "pose" with fucking STAR BLAZERS?
I just loved it as a kid. We used to make these giant models, my whole family. We'd use Quaker Oats containers for the wave motion cannon, and cardboard and straws to make the turrets.
You've never lived until you've seen your dad go completely insane throwing jewelery boxes against walls.
hahahahaha
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IpseDixitTreat me like a pirateAnd give me that bootyRegistered Userregular
edited February 2007
My favorite vengance story isn't mine, but is about two of my friends.
How exactly this story of vengance and then re-vengance started I'm not quite sure, but it probably stemed from Dave setting Ryans clock an hour ahead so he would be late to class, or any of the other things Dave did to Ryan. It started innocently enough with them doing simple shit like that back and forth. Then Ryan covered Davids car in leaves.
Not to be outdone David broke into Ryans car and dumped leaves inside Ryans car. When Ryan found out about this he skipped class, drove to Davids house, got Davids step-mom to let him come inside with a plastic trashbag full of leaves, and dumped leaves under Davids sheets.
The next day David skipped class, jacked up Ryans car took off all four wheels and replaced them with compact spares. He then made a scavanger hunt for Ryan, who had to go all over campus and the town to find his wheels.
one time my brother was being a dick or something i cant even remember what he did
so i deleted all his save games on every game in the house
it was the nerdiest and most effective revenge ever
That truly is the best revenge. No revenge is more effective, it's a shame it only works for nerds. That said I deleted my friends WCW world tour data just for kicks and giggles.
So when I was 10 my brother broke my brand spankin' new cd player. I kicked him in the nuts.
He thrashed his arms out and pushed me out of the second story window. I remember lying on my back in the snow wondering why I had left my window open in the lovely month of fucking december.
Just about every other time I've taken "revenge" on someone it's ended in me beating the snot out of them and me getting in deep trouble with everyones parents, and usually my school.
okay this isn't my story but my dad essentially got tortured by this much older kid who would kick his ass every day in grade school, to the point where my dad would have to work out different routes home all the time because this guy would follow him and beat his ass for no reason at all, and this apparently went on for at least four years
so my dad is in high school one day and pedalling around some neighborhood he hadn't been in when he sees the dude who used to beat him up, now a grown man apparently out watering his grass
my dad went up and down the street once, pedalled nonchalantly by the dude's house, and then quickly ditched his bike, ran at the guy, and kicked the ever-living shit out of him
he then got back on his bike and pedalled down the street not once looking back
One time my brother tossed a biscuit into a ceiling fan at Cracker Barrel.
It was vengeance because the biscuit was being a dick.
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WeaverWho are you?What do you want?Registered Userregular
edited February 2007
man if some kid is picking on you in school really all you have to do is get the drop on him really good just one time and he'll never bother you again
or shoot you or sue you or something all we did is punch each other when I was in school
fucking kids
all on my lawns
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Garlic Breadi'm a bitch i'm a bitch i'm a bitch i'm aRegistered User, Disagreeableregular
The first anime I ever saw was "Revolutionary Girl Utena" the movie. I was attracted to it because it was bizarre and new. It hit me at an appositely vulnerable time; my father and mother had just kicked me out of the basement, my home for 30 long years. I became obsessed with the "emptiness inside" theme of the movie, and felt that this pastiche show related to my life somehow. I watched Evangelion next, and absolutely loved the depressing feeling both of these shows left me with. Rather than finding them execrable, I am a person who loves depressions; I feel that I am at my most creative and "raw" when utterly depressed. The empty feeling these shows gave me filled me with emotions I wanted to recapture. Never once auguring where my newfound hobby would take me, I became an anime zealot.
Like an addict seeking another hit, I kept downloading more and more videos, watching tons of shows. At one point, I had two shoeboxes full of CD-R's packed with Anime. I had a library of just about every show ever made. I became obsessive, but I wasn't finding that feeling that was originally there. Sure, I could recapture it with great stuff like Serial Experiments: Lain and Millennium Actress, but that was only for a moment.
Eventually, I stopped watching the shows I was downloading, but just grabbed them for the sake of having them. They were becoming less and less viable to me, but I had to have more. I bought DVD's and didn't watch them. Gradually, over time, I felt my aesthetic become warped. What once was strange and bizarre looking character design became vacuous and familiar; I sought it out. If I caught a glimpse of an anime style character in real life, I felt a rush; almost as if my hindbrain saw it before I was aware of it. I was visiting a Japanese tea Garden and saw real life schoolgirls in the familiar navy blue fuku uniforms. I was fascinated by them; I was drawn, attracted, but not in a sexual way; it blew my mind to see something in real life that I had before seen only in the abstract.
A familiar feeling came through me when I saw them. I felt the same at that moment as when I had first seen Utena, when I had first finished Evangelion. My obsession took a new direction.
I bought several sailor fuku uniforms from online retailers. I’m not very niggardly when it comes to my hobbies, but J-list was too expensive and didn't sell in the size I desired. I had to have the legitimate stuff. At first it was satisfying to just look at the uniforms. I would keep them clean, iron them, and hang them up every day. This almost utilitarian ritual was soothing to me.
Sooner or later I had to do it. I had to wear the uniforms I had treasured. I am proud to report that it took me a few months to break down, to really cross the threshold into utter depravity. After that line had been crossed, though, there was no going back. Tentatively, I started by simply wearing the uniforms around the house. I would wake up very early, before anyone could glimpse at me from outside on the street, and simply do my cleaning and cooking wearing the various uniforms I purchased. I got a matching apron. I would pretend I was getting ready for Japanese High school. When I looked into the mirror each morning, what I felt wasn’t narcissism, but love for another me, the real me, the me who wasn’t bilked by society’s expectations.
Soon, though, wearing the uniform in private was not enough. I purchased a duster trench coat and began walking through town wearing my outfit. Nobody knew, and this made me comfortable. But, again, this soon became insufficient to satisfy my obsession.
I began stalking this girl I knew, Sarah. I checked out her routines; when she left for work, when she got back, what time she went to bed. At first I furtively ventured into her place with my uniform under my trench coat while she was away. I knew where her spare key was because, although she isn’t technically “aware†of our rapport, I had helped her move earlier. Speaking of this, I don’t have a lot of charisma, but I'm a pretty beefy guy and have a zany sense of humor. I weigh around 240-260 pounds, but I'm not that tall. A great friend to have if you need to move.
Anyway, gradually, I became more comfortable in her apartment. I started doing stuff like rolling around in her bed, stealing her underwear and putting it in little plastic bags, soforth. As you would expect, I became more and more comfortable doing this, and crossed a line. She came home unexpectedly one day, early from work. Panicked, I hid under the bed in my uniform. Immediately, as she came through the door, she spotted my trench coat. Lying under her bed, the sound of my heavy breathing seemed a thousand times louder than it actually was. I could hear her rooting through the trench coat, and could hear the wrinkling of cellophane as she found my empty plastic bags. Thank god they were still empty.
I put my sweaty, meaty hands together and prayed.
I heard her walking around the apartment. Thankfully, she didn't bring anyone with her. My mind was flashing; the excitement had triggered my epilepsy. Suddenly, I was barraged with memories from my first anime program, Revolutionary Girl Utena. Anime and reality began to impinge around me. I heard her walking around some more, and then sit down on the bed. I saw her clothes hit the floor in front of me. During this time I was controlling myself and having a minor, at-the-moment, non-debilitating epileptic fit. I could see transformation sequences from anime programs I had watched. It was all coming together; the near hallucinations, the girl in the bed above me, and most of all, my sweaty fuku uniform.
She approached the bathroom and got into the shower. She turned on the water. I was convinced that this was the one moment I had been searching for. This was my chance to cross over into the other world described in Utena; the fabric of reality was thin. I could taste it. In many of my anime programs I had seen the seemingly normal characters, like me, enter into a world of magic and joy.
I rolled out from under the bed and bounded into the bathroom. She saw my large form approaching through the glass of the shower and started screaming. I was having epileptic flashes; the screaming sounded just like "KYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH" I was having trouble walking, my steps staggered. My movements became increasingly vagary. I couldn't feel the floor. My meaty hands slammed the shower door open, but she sprayed me in the face with a jet of water. The water triggered another fit and I seized, falling into the bath. She tripped and fell on top of me. As she was screaming and my blood filled the bath, it swirled around reality, and intermingled in the labyrinth of my mind. Her screams, the blood, my sweat, the uniform, Japan, schoolgirls, magic, tragedy, terror, and hope all become one to me. For one moment, I could taste it. The anime reality. It was here, like a precious jewel precariously perched between my meaty, sweaty pectorals. And then, gone.
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see I knew you'd know exactly what I was talking about, your like some living wiki for the justice league cartoons
Who in their right mind would "pose" with fucking STAR BLAZERS?
I just loved it as a kid. We used to make these giant models, my whole family. We'd use Quaker Oats containers for the wave motion cannon, and cardboard and straws to make the turrets.
Oh man, good times.
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That's his final post in that thread and I think it summarizes everything perfectly. I put it on its own line on purpose.
Also, when she cheated on my dad he broke everything in the house. It was good times also.
she deserved it
You've never lived until you've seen your dad go completely insane throwing jewelery boxes against walls.
hahahahaha
How exactly this story of vengance and then re-vengance started I'm not quite sure, but it probably stemed from Dave setting Ryans clock an hour ahead so he would be late to class, or any of the other things Dave did to Ryan. It started innocently enough with them doing simple shit like that back and forth. Then Ryan covered Davids car in leaves.
Not to be outdone David broke into Ryans car and dumped leaves inside Ryans car. When Ryan found out about this he skipped class, drove to Davids house, got Davids step-mom to let him come inside with a plastic trashbag full of leaves, and dumped leaves under Davids sheets.
The next day David skipped class, jacked up Ryans car took off all four wheels and replaced them with compact spares. He then made a scavanger hunt for Ryan, who had to go all over campus and the town to find his wheels.
so i deleted all his save games on every game in the house
it was the nerdiest and most effective revenge ever
That truly is the best revenge. No revenge is more effective, it's a shame it only works for nerds. That said I deleted my friends WCW world tour data just for kicks and giggles.
stab
and then I took his money
very lame, but it's not like I can hit the guy, my mom'd have to pay the medical bills and I'm not doing that
rane you fuck
I'm dead
edit: stab
because those scars last a lifetime
:V
stub
I don't think I can hang out with you any more
He thrashed his arms out and pushed me out of the second story window. I remember lying on my back in the snow wondering why I had left my window open in the lovely month of fucking december.
Just about every other time I've taken "revenge" on someone it's ended in me beating the snot out of them and me getting in deep trouble with everyones parents, and usually my school.
Revenge never really worked out well for me.
Whatever, Montresor.
Yes. For the love of God.
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t keith that is AWESOME and also RADICAL
When Carl quoted you up there I was like "why'd he change Sheri's name to naporeon?" for a moment.
okay this isn't my story but my dad essentially got tortured by this much older kid who would kick his ass every day in grade school, to the point where my dad would have to work out different routes home all the time because this guy would follow him and beat his ass for no reason at all, and this apparently went on for at least four years
so my dad is in high school one day and pedalling around some neighborhood he hadn't been in when he sees the dude who used to beat him up, now a grown man apparently out watering his grass
my dad went up and down the street once, pedalled nonchalantly by the dude's house, and then quickly ditched his bike, ran at the guy, and kicked the ever-living shit out of him
he then got back on his bike and pedalled down the street not once looking back
and he never said a word the whole time
One time my brother tossed a biscuit into a ceiling fan at Cracker Barrel.
It was vengeance because the biscuit was being a dick.
or shoot you or sue you or something all we did is punch each other when I was in school
fucking kids
all on my lawns
BEN FRANKLIN'S GOT A CHERRY STEM IN HIS MOUTH!