Amazon Giftcard Giveaway

[Guest Philosophy]

Hello! Because I have reached 1,000 posts I am giving away an 2 amazon giftcards in the amount of $5 USD (Something is better than nothing right?). To enter you have to write a story, any kind of story. I will judge the two best and send the Giftcard Via email to you. Good luck, happy writing.

 

Must Have 150 Posts' to Enter. 

 

I would recommend a good, legit story. I will pick the winner tomorrow at 12pm PST. Winner will be pm'ed for there email. 

 

Merry Christmas/Happy Holidays (Whichever does not offend you)

[ilikemacandpc]

Once there was a potato. Then, I ate it. Potatoes are delicious. 

[Fate]

There once was a man named Fate.

Fate entered a giveaway on a website.

Fate won the giveaway.

The end.

[Interfectorem]

Once upon a time, there was a man named Gabe Newell. He raped all of humanities wallets. The end.

[RevoltTrain]

There was this guy named RevoltTrain who used the LTT Forums a lot and has a girlfriend. The end

[Guest Philosophy]

I would recommend you remember English, class. None of this crap. I am looking for a freaking story. 

[Laputacake]

There once was a man called Dave. 

Dave was a happy man with not a care in the world.

But on one fateful morning a tragedy occurred.

His wallet was violated by the one and only 

[TheSLSAMG]

I would recommend you remember English, class. None of this crap. I am looking for a freaking story. 

Would something I wrote a while back count?

 

So, I have been talking to a girl. We have but a single class together, Photoshop. She's perfect for me. She likes technology, listens to the same music and likes cars as I do. She is funny and fun to be around. But I am afraid. Afraid I will ruin a good friendship, destruct what we already have in the pursuit of more. She's pretty good with Photoshop. She is in a beginner class, while I am in advanced. She is taking advanced next year as I take portfolio, which makes the chances of us seeing each other high, so if I screw it up and the relationship goes sour, I will end up dealing with the guilt and looks for my senior year. I am a junior in high school, she is a sophmore. It shouldn't surprise you then, when I tell you that I have been in this situation before.

 

It all started in the 8th grade. I went to a Catholic school (I know) and I met a girl. Now, I don't know what I saw in her. She was a rebel, a bitch per se. She always had an attitude and she didn't like many people. But my kind and outgoing self was attracted to her anyways. We actually had a decent friendship. Video chatting and texting each other here and there, generally having fun. But, once I brought up the idea that I may have liked her, she closed up. She stopped answering my texts, removed me from social media, etc. I had asked her to the 8th grade prom (lol) and she was pressured to say yes since I made the mistake of asking in public. And that is the start of the issues.

 

So, freshman in high school now. Excited, and the girls think I am cute (in the manner of which people think Russell from Up is cute.) There is a girl in my Italian class. She is a pretty brunette, seems to be a decent person. I get to know her better. I have two other friends in my Living Environment class, who turn out to be friends of hers as well. I tell them about it, not knowing that they were going to tell her. Tsssss, burn. A few months later then, news gets out that I like her. So, one day in mid-October, my parents pick me up from school. We arrive home to an unfamiliar vehicle, which I will forever call "LaTundra", because of the entry GIF.

 

Back on topic. So, we are headed up to my dad's workplace in a white LaTundra. I had my iPod plugged into the radio listening to music as I recieve a text on my fawsome BlackBerry. Guess who it is? The brunette. She texts me, asking if I liked her. I foolishly lied and replied "No, who told you that?" I recieve the liberation-laying "I am not ready for a relationship." Meanwhile, that proves to be a load of bullshit when my sister spots her with a male friend of hers, who abandoned being friends with my sister for some poon'. The next month, my sister celebrates her 16th birthday. At her Sweet 16, the guy in question was on her dais. He never showed, and we all (the rest of the dais, our cousins and her friends) flamed him as if he were a chestnut over an open fire. The girl started spreading bullshit lies and rumors about my sister too. She would always give my sister dirty looks and snicker when she saw her.

 

So that brings me to the present. Given my past experiences, one would understand why I am afraid. I want to keep what we have, since what we have now is good. But I want something more out of this. I have feelings for her, and she has made me fall hard. I never thought I could stand the idea of another hum-drum high school relationship, but I am strong enough to stomach it for one last time. I am going to make this clear. I have never been in a relationship, nor have I ever even kissed a girl. Some would find this embarrassing, but I don't mind sharing. It makes me stronger as an invididual. So what should I do? I am going to leave you guys with a simple piece of advice. You will fall for someone. It's kind of inevitable. But if you like someone, there's no point in keeping it bottled up. Tell the person once you feel you know them well enough. Don't tell everyone else. I am happy to have you guys to tell, since she doesn't know anything about you. But I digress. You can't be cowardly in the face of a situation as pertinent as this one.

 

And maybe I need to take my own advice. 

 

 

This was written about half a year ago about a girl whom I really like. And now, I still talk to her, but only really through text.

[Guest Philosophy]

Would something I wrote a while back count?

yes just a story, any story YOU wrote counts. 

[AlexStriz]

Can it be a story from before? Damn! Thanks SLS   

 

So at my school, MacBooks are mandatory (don't ask me why, just is) This leads to A LOT of unintelligent people with very expensive hardware.. I know, great combination. Anyways, there's this one kid who I just can't stand. Thinking about it, no in at my school likes him, teachers included (you all know that one student). Anyways, now to the actual "experience"...

 

So we're in library. This kid, who will remain unnamed, is loudly complaining that his Macbook trackpad is not working/clicking and how he can't get any work done (funny joke, coming from him). After ten minutes of moaning, he decides to take apart his computer and fix it. Mind you, this is the type of person who cannot open a door without being confused, let alone a computer. Naturally, I was intrigued. He closes his computer, flips it around, and starts to take apart his $1200+ piece of hardware. He looks at it with the most confused look I have ever seen. He starts tapping the motherboard with his screwdriver. "Is this the hard drive, isn't it?" he asks. I let out a giggle. Then, he proceeds to try to take out the ram. At this point, I am actually more worried about his computer that I am him. Throughout the entire taking apart of his computer, he did not even THINK of switching it off, and now he is trying to take out the RAM. I was seriously contemplating whether or not I should help him (He was an asshole, after all.. but did he deserve to get his Mac broken because of his own stupidity?) I decided to carry on watching. He slowly starts unscrewing all the screws to the motherboard and battery. I am partially scared, and partially amazed that he managed to find a tri-wing screwdriver to take the battery out with. Finally, I can't take it anymore. I ask him, "Hey, did you make sure to ground yourself before working on that computer?" He looks at me and scoffs, claiming that he knows what he is doing. Reluctantly, I backed down. Then, he tries to pull out the battery (the battery is right above the trackpad, if you didn't know). He notices that he forgot to take out a screw. Instead of taking it out, he tries to pull out the battery by brute force. He ends up bending the little bracket that holds the battery screws in place. To fix it, he decides to hit his Mac with such a force that it would probably knock out the computer if it had a consciousness. He hits if at least six times and then he puts the computer back together and flips it around (no need to boot up because he didn't turn it off in the first place). He opens the computer, and by some miracle that even Jesus himself could not explain, the trackpad actually started working. Now I don't know if it was because of him hitting the battery, or if it was God trying to mess with me, but it actually freaking worked. He fixed something. He turns to me, with the most cocky look I have ever seen in my life, and smirks. "See, I told you I know what I'm doing". The bell rings, he leaves for his next class, and I am in the left in the library with the most confused look that has ever graced the face of a human being. 

[Timmy-P]

I made this a while back, when the Steam Forums discovered the Super Power Wiki, someone made a fan fic, found here:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1J9wmqOW26OZtZW2ryVRUi5vmK-GxgKodYigYq5D21O8/edit?usp=sharing

 

I made the story below, you can find the original in my Google Drive here:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BqO5YxJxkXXaxwofBAjLKI_oZH--QA4CuSVGG__ic5w/edit?usp=sharing

"Get away, this guy's too much!"

The last crew of those bad guys ran off after I nearly drowned their leader in sand.  I guess that's the last time they'll take a shot at me any time soon.

Once I knew they were done messing with me, I immediately walked over to a tree with some dirt, leaned on the tree, and summoned some dirt to twirl in my hand.

That should have been their last invasion after the incident back at school.  After we received a crappy excuse of a tasteful lunch, almost everyone at SPUF High went crazy.  And when I mean crazy, I mean, really crazy.  A period or two after lunch, I was sitting in the back of class, when XYTWO, Corvette, and Pastry were arguing over a flash drive.  I looked over and saw a distorted CRT, which raised my eyebrow.  And then Whaambulance up and jumped out the window and… levitated or something before she landed.  I kept quiet, like I usually do, but I was getting concerned that we’re all growing in to mutants.  And if it had anything to do with that rep cache I overheard while eavesdropping on the mods’ radio chatter the night before…

While that group of friends disappeared, some border patrol or cops showed up and started gathering everybody up.  My worries increased once I realized that people were being cuffed and shoved into armored vehicles, with armed guards all around.

Should I run and test their accuracy?  Should I take the chance? I questioned myself.  After realizing that iFunny’s experience in movies say that I should be safe, I darted by the time I was up.  I shoulder-bladed the cop that was standing guard with my momentum and kept running, and then I heard a “pump”.  I turned around and couldn’t believe my eyes:

I saw a black pill bomb, with gray lights where red or blue should be from TF2, flying straight towards me.  These things can kill mercs in two hits, but a high-school civilian?  Yeah right.

I raise my arm up to shield myself instinctively, closed my eyes, and braced for the end.  
And then another thing happened:

The ground risen to form a rather thick wall between me and the bomb, deflecting the pipe.  I stood there in awe for a second, I heard the shouts of the cops, jerking me to my senses, and kept running.

It bought me a few minutes.  I’m not too keen on endurance, so I hid behind a tree and tried to catch my breath.  A couple minutes later I heard shouting noises.  Were they really that determined?  I’m out of breath, and they are destined to kill me.  Perfect.  I knew I signed the paper for this death wish, but come on!

Ah, screw it I thought, and stepped out from behind the tree.  My hands trembling, I felt the ground do the same, as if it were mimicking me, as if it were… waiting my command.  I took the chance, and yelled “I’M FEELING LUCKY!”  I thrust my hands downward, and the ground surged upward in a small area around me, making a mini-plateau.  I smiled.  The cops did a double-take.  I jumped off the plateau and landed on him, knocking him cold.  I then thrust my hands out, and out of the corners of my eyes I saw spikes of stone come out of the ground, finishing off another two.  There goes half the team.

"Get away, this guy's too much," he screamed, thus bringing me back to where we started.

I pull out my phone and see what was going on.  Simple - I just googled “SPUF High”, and the news seemed to have went crazy from the local stations:

“SPUF High under mass arrest, supernatural involvement?”
“Crazy s*** at SPUF High, Border Patrol took action”

“Supernatural involvement at SPUF High, most contained”

Wait, most?

I tapped on the link, and skimmed through, stopping when I found the most relevant to me:

“Most students have been contained and transported to an unknown location.  Sources say that nearly 100% of those contained tested positive for high amounts of radioactive reputation supplements. The rest of the process of the kids is unknown to the public.

‘Now, most of these here kids have some crazy powers’ says Moderator Fish-E.  ‘What worries us more is that there are several that are MIA at the moment, and we fear the worst’.

Great, they know.

“Head of state BurtonJ has issued a warrant of arrest on those missing kids, and has issued a lockdown on the entire forum to protect the safety of SCUD”

So, I’m a criminal now.  Whoop de do.

--

Radio frequencies are a beautiful thing.  From home I have a ham radio to tap into the Mod’s whereabouts whenever I want, so I can avoid certain subforums whenever a troll or something is running rampant.  On the go, I can use my earbuds as an antenna, and an .apk for my Android allows me to tap into most frequencies.

So, naturally, to give me an edge over the cops in this game of cat and mouse, I tap into the SPUF-SCUD border patrol as I circle my way around SPUF High to get a chance on spying at them.  From what I was able to get, it seems as if they lost interest in weeding out the rest of the kids at SPUF high, and there’s a commotion down in the console subforums.  I guess I’ll go on and check it out.

The sight was amazing; I saw a small bunker built into a stickied thread, the border patrol fighting the bunker.  They were dying quickly, but more people were arriving by the minute.  I was well hidden from the side, so I was able to take it all in.  I saw a cop run up with a flame-thrower, probably used to delete all-caps posts, and then someone else try to fire a pill into the bunker, which instead caused a friendly fire incident.  I saw someone in the thread with a railgun and the railgun… disappear and shape into a hand, then grab the flamethrower.

So I’m at the right place.

Another pill was fired into the bunker, and with a Phoo, the flamethrower airblasted the pill right back, killing the cop.  He must have been a sniper; he had a pair of binoculars that flew in my general direction.  I quickly turned and ran to get them, taking care to not be seen.  I took a peek, and yet another surprise happened today.

I saw two people in the bunker, Venomous Pastry and XYTWO.  I then saw a few others in handcuffs behind the front line:  Jaydor and Corvette were in plain sight, cuffed and on the ground, but no one else could be seen.  I sparked an idea; try to make a move, or at least a distraction, in order to aid everyone at once.  The ground was slightly trembling again; no one noticed, thankfully.  I lift my hand a little, and the ground followed.  I took a step forward, and the wall I made extended.  I took a few more steps, and eventually a slow run into the battlefield, with my hand up, and the wall followed.  By the time the border patrol noticed me, I was at a dead sprint across their line of sight with my head down, making a earthen divider between me and the thread.  It didn’t go unnoticed:

“It’s him!”

“There he is, get him!”
“He’s doing it again!”

With a laugh I finished my sweep of the front line and circled around for another sweep, slightly behind the front line.  It was risky, but soon enough I enclose the forces, riot shields and all.  I was able to run over to Corv and Jaydor.  With a whisk of my hands, small earthen spikes popped up and broke their cuffs.

“Come on!” I exclaimed as I helped them both up, and we ran to the thread, with me behind them, closing the gap between the wall and the thread.  I left a little opening at my starting point, creating a choke point.  Hopefully, the five of us can spam it to augment the last stand.

--

I kicked the door down behind the bunker.  I saw Pastry and XY turn around, with the latter SPUFer point his rail gun at me.  I make another ground wall to block the shot, but instead Pastry instead yelled “Hold up, X!” and I poked my head around.

“Uh, hi,” I said.

“Timmy, how the hell-” Pastry began, when XY pointed his gun at me again.  “No, it’s ‘Who’ the hell.”

“It’s me, Timmy-P7, from the TF2 forums.”

“Is this guy safe?” XY asked.

“We’ve played 4s, he’s fine,” Venomous replied as XY changed hi gun back into his hand.

“If you say so, man.  Dude, these guys are tough.  I’d be more than happy to go full Heavy on these guys, but this railgun seem to sap me dry.  But if Venomous didn’t consume the last drink-

“Well, you should’ve gotten your own damn-”

“Enough!” I shouted, putting a wall between the two, while XY held up his arm pre-punch style, ready to deploy his railgun.  I heard

“We need to focus on getting out of here, alive.  I left a small choke point for us, but it won’t take long for them to find out.  They’ll hit harder since I bailed you guys out.”
“Agreed,” chimed in Corv, “They were generous to put us in timeout.  They already took Whaam and gave her the banhammer.  I also received word from Kered, he might be able to hack his way out of the testing facility.”

“Well, that’s Kered for you.  Let’s see what they’re saying…” I pulled out my phone and tapped into the border patrol frequency.

“Well, that earth-bender kid walled us off and bailed out Corvette and Jaydor.  He only made one way out.  What are the key areas, over.”

“Unit B, this is Valve HQ.  The only key point is the logout area.  ETA for sentries is 5 minutes, over but we doubt they will do that.  They all have auto-login.”

“Copy”

“Well, how far is the logout area?” I asked.

“About 5 minutes,” Corv replied, “Maybe faster if we can damage surf them.”

“Well, it’s our only way out.”
“LET’S GO THEN!” Shouted Venomous, and we all charged out the door and into the choke point.  We sprinted and shoved past the border patrol, and I made another ground wall behind me to block them off.  And we kept on running.

--

“It’s wide open!”

We were nearly there.  Venomous could absorb the freaking ground, so it was no problem for him.  The rest of us were out of breath when we were about 50 feet from the exit.  And then we heard it; there were several Jeeps from the HL2 forum were charging us with attached turrets.

“Get inside, GET INSIDE!” I screamed, as all five of us found new energy and ran for the door.  A Jeep tried to cut us off, but I summoned a plateau under it to flip it.  As the others ran off, I made raised another wall to cause it to crash to desktop.  I heard some shouting from both my fellow SPUFers and the authorities, and heard a buzzer go off.  I turned around towards the logout area, and found the door closing, with Venomous and Corv waving me inside.  I made a dead sprint and dived through the closing opening as it closed.

I got up, and saw everyone staring at me, silent.

“And now,” I concluded, “We wait.”

[TheHolyCawCaw]

 

Would something I wrote a while back count?

 

So, I have been talking to a girl. We have but a single class together, Photoshop. She's perfect for me. She likes technology, listens to the same music and likes cars as I do. She is funny and fun to be around. But I am afraid. Afraid I will ruin a good friendship, destruct what we already have in the pursuit of more. She's pretty good with Photoshop. She is in a beginner class, while I am in advanced. She is taking advanced next year as I take portfolio, which makes the chances of us seeing each other high, so if I screw it up and the relationship goes sour, I will end up dealing with the guilt and looks for my senior year. I am a junior in high school, she is a sophmore. It shouldn't surprise you then, when I tell you that I have been in this situation before.

 

It all started in the 8th grade. I went to a Catholic school (I know) and I met a girl. Now, I don't know what I saw in her. She was a rebel, a bitch per se. She always had an attitude and she didn't like many people. But my kind and outgoing self was attracted to her anyways. We actually had a decent friendship. Video chatting and texting each other here and there, generally having fun. But, once I brought up the idea that I may have liked her, she closed up. She stopped answering my texts, removed me from social media, etc. I had asked her to the 8th grade prom (lol) and she was pressured to say yes since I made the mistake of asking in public. And that is the start of the issues.

 

So, freshman in high school now. Excited, and the girls think I am cute (in the manner of which people think Russell from Up is cute.) There is a girl in my Italian class. She is a pretty brunette, seems to be a decent person. I get to know her better. I have two other friends in my Living Environment class, who turn out to be friends of hers as well. I tell them about it, not knowing that they were going to tell her. Tsssss, burn. A few months later then, news gets out that I like her. So, one day in mid-October, my parents pick me up from school. We arrive home to an unfamiliar vehicle, which I will forever call "LaTundra", because of the entry GIF.

 

Back on topic. So, we are headed up to my dad's workplace in a white LaTundra. I had my iPod plugged into the radio listening to music as I recieve a text on my fawsome BlackBerry. Guess who it is? The brunette. She texts me, asking if I liked her. I foolishly lied and replied "No, who told you that?" I recieve the liberation-laying "I am not ready for a relationship." Meanwhile, that proves to be a load of bullshit when my sister spots her with a male friend of hers, who abandoned being friends with my sister for some poon'. The next month, my sister celebrates her 16th birthday. At her Sweet 16, the guy in question was on her dais. He never showed, and we all (the rest of the dais, our cousins and her friends) flamed him as if he were a chestnut over an open fire. The girl started spreading bullshit lies and rumors about my sister too. She would always give my sister dirty looks and snicker when she saw her.

 

So that brings me to the present. Given my past experiences, one would understand why I am afraid. I want to keep what we have, since what we have now is good. But I want something more out of this. I have feelings for her, and she has made me fall hard. I never thought I could stand the idea of another hum-drum high school relationship, but I am strong enough to stomach it for one last time. I am going to make this clear. I have never been in a relationship, nor have I ever even kissed a girl. Some would find this embarrassing, but I don't mind sharing. It makes me stronger as an invididual. So what should I do? I am going to leave you guys with a simple piece of advice. You will fall for someone. It's kind of inevitable. But if you like someone, there's no point in keeping it bottled up. Tell the person once you feel you know them well enough. Don't tell everyone else. I am happy to have you guys to tell, since she doesn't know anything about you. But I digress. You can't be cowardly in the face of a situation as pertinent as this one.

 

And maybe I need to take my own advice. 

 

 

This was written about half a year ago about a girl whom I really like. And now, I still talk to her, but only really through text.

 

That was plain beautiful

[8enjicraf2]

There once was a man named Fate.

Fate entered a giveaway on a website.

Fate won the giveaway.

The end.

lol i thought ur gif was edsel

[Th3 Mans1ay3r]

My first death in DayZ

 

So I'm playing DayZ with my friends Moore, Striker, and Drew. They're all veteran players from the mod where as I'm just a lowly scrub. I spend the better part of 30 or more minutes following the instructions of my idiotic friends to lead me to the airfield. I finally get there and I'm met by Moore. He tells me to head upstairs with him and get on the equipment. I'm smiling as I look at my new equipment and suddenly I hear a snap. I look down to see blood pouring from my chest as my friend yells "SNIPER! GET THE FUCK DOWN!" as he and my friends all hit the deck. I'm struck with shock as I had gotten so used to nothing happening in this game. When I look back up I'm suddenly met with a black screen proclaiming "You are dead."

[RelentlessAF]

This is the beginning of a story I started writing. I like it so far... (Warning, super long):

Prologue

The thunderous sound of people cheering and clapping filled the stadium as a man, formally dressed, approached a podium center stage. He grabbed the microphone and adjusted it to his mouth and began to speak. “Over 100 years ago the leaders of our marvelous planet united the once divided nations into one sovereign nation. Under one government, one military, we have created an era of peace and prosperity unlike anything history has seen.” The man paused and he raised his hand flat in air signaling the crowd to quiet. He began to speak again, “In order for a new society to be born, those that came before it must pay the ultimate price and in the wake of the drustruction and ash a new civilization will rise like a phoenix and begin anew.” The man looked to his right at an armed soldier, armored head to toe in golden alloy constructed battle armor. The armor shined under the light of the sun, the soldier inspired fear and strength. The man at the podium nodded to the soldier and he left the stage disappearing into the back. The man continued his speech, “Prosperity comes at a high price, history likes to make you believe that the worlds’ problem are solved diplomatically and when that doesn’t work, by war.” As the man spoke Soldiers began to emerge at the exits of the Stadium and in front of the stage and helicopters began flying overhead. The man continued, “but I know!” the man exclaimed, becoming more empowered with his words “That we cannot build a strong and unified society on a weakened foundation! We cannot build monuments to our success on the shifting sands of leaders’ past! We can not build, a world of power when the people of this world live in weakness, not in strength. For us to begin anew, we must bathe this world-” The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a remote, lifting it high above his head and placing his thumb over the central red button. “- in flames!” The man said as he pressed the button.

Chapter 1 - Enlistment

“Anthony Baker!” yelled the Sergeant, calling a young newly graduated Soldier to the stand. This soldier had just completed his Basic Training for the Mega Global Army, or MGA for short. The MGA are the United military under the United Nation of Planet Earth, or The UNPE for short as well. Basic Training is a grueling 6 month course designed to bring would-be soldiers to their full potential. Most drop-out after just a few weeks finding the training to be too hard or more than they can handle. Those that do make it, don their ranks and begin the life of a soldier. “Lawrence Grim!” yelled the Sergeant, once again calling a soldier to the stand. As Grim approached the Sergeant to shake his hand he felt the man tighten his grip around his arm, the man pulled Grim closer and whispered into his ear “Step Aside, and enter the back of the stage.” Confused Grim did as he was told, slowly walking towards the back of the stage.

He walked down a short staircase leading to a dark room, “Hello?” asked Grim “Is anyone here?” No response, Grim looked around to see if he could find some sort of light switch but suddenly the lights came on. In the center of the room there was a chair and a table. Grim stood still unsure of what to do, “Lawrence Grim, take a seat.” said an anonymous voice booming with each word. Grim did as he was told and sat in the chair. The voice continued “Now, Lawrence -” “Grim.” said Grim interrupting the voice “Call me Grim.” “Ah yes, Grim” said the voice “you see Grim, we have been observing you in your training. Watching as you completed each task with the utmost perfection maybe even above and beyond that. Now we could use a man like you, in… Well let’s just say it’s a bit of a special assignment.” “And if I refuse?” said Grim. “Well…” continued the voice “than you can continue to be little more than a grunt, nothing but cannon fodder to the enemy a bullet sponge if you will. On the other hand you can accept my offer and be so much more, be a hero.” Grim looked down at the table, taking a moment to think about his decision.

“I’ll do it.” stated Grim as he looked around the room, trying to find the origin of the voice. “Good.” stated the voice “then I will just need you to enter the door in front of you and we will begin.” The door in front of Grim slowly opened as if by itself. Hesitant Grim stood and slowly made his way to the door. As he entered the door, it slammed shut behind him.

The door had led Grim to a narrow passageway, pitch-black inside, he could not see a thing. Using his hands he placed them on either wall to help guide him through the passageway. “I wonder what they want with me” Grim thought to himself “What is this special assignment they were talking about and what will it involve? Is this the Army or some private organization?” thousand of questions flew through Grims’ mind. Confused and unable to understand exactly what he had gotten himself into. After what felt like hours of walking in the darkness a light appeared further on ahead. The closer he got to the light, the closer he felt to receiving answers.

[helping]

 

 

I mean I could post something else if this isn't considered a story

[RelentlessAF]

 

 

I mean I could post something else if this isn't considered a story

Who is Sarcasm, why are they banned and why are they apart of this user? @helpingaskewcokemansarcasm

[Guest Philosophy]

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I mean I could post something else if this isn't considered a story

I'll accept it. Would you would like that to be your entry?

[KemoKa]

Dammit, I have one, but it's 8000 miles away on my old machine... have to call my brother...

[helpingaskewcokemansarcasm]

Once there was a user who didn't have enough posts to enter a competition but he came to say hi anyway.

[helping]

Who is Sarcasm, why are they banned and why are they apart of this user? @helpingaskewcokemansarcasm

sorry, you have to be a part of the club to be in with this conspiracy

 

I'll accept it. Would you would like that to be your entry?

yapls

[TheHolyCawCaw]

Potatoe.

Potatoe.

BANANA

 

if I win I will give it back to you  

[Sauron]

I'll report one of the funny episodes in dr. Feynman's autobiography

 

When he was in university, Feynman used to be part of some sort of school society (it was mandatory at the time). One day, he woke up earlier than normal and walked out of his room only to find that the door of the room facing his own had been stolen. Apparently, since the students sleeping there were silence maniacs, someone had thought it would be funny to steal their door. But there were two doors leading into the room, because of a small corridor at the entrance. So Feynman thought he'd hide the second door. He took it to the boiler room and hid it there, then went back to sleep as if nothig had happened. The next morning, everyone was looking for the damn doors. A guy was shouting something along the lines of "who the hell took the doors?", to which Feynman replied, "I did!". "That's not funny Feynman, now help us find the thiefs!". They didn't believe him and thought he was joking, of course he didn't insist. They found the guy who stole the first door pretty easily, as he had left a lot of traces. When they asked him where the second door was however, he obviously couldn't answer, so they beat him up to get him to talk. After a while they were convinced of his half-innocence and let him go. After a month, the society made a reunion to determine what could be done about this thief who shad dared to "betray" his fellows in such a manner. To find the culprit, Feynman suggested they all swore to tell the truth and subsequently interrogate everyone. They did so.

"Frank, did you take the door?", "no, I didn't,"

"Linus, did you take the door?", "no, I didn't,"

"Feynman, did you take the door?", "yes, I did!", "quit it, Feynman, this is serious!".

The next morning Feynman left a small drawing of where the door was hidden. Nobody ever found out the thief was him ^^

[helpingaskewcokemansarcasm]

Who is Sarcasm, why are they banned and why are they apart of this user? @helpingaskewcokemansarcasm

 

yes

[STRMfrmXMN]

There was this amazing guy I met on the internet. Being a part of a forum I do meet a lot of people on the internet. But this guy was different.

 

First of all, he has fucking MASSIVE hands. Holy crap, 9 inches long.

Second, he wore Southern-style clothing but lived in Portland. This was a bizarre thing to me as I wear plaid and almost nothing else.

Third, he was quite the musician. He played the guitar and encouraged me to do so as well. I still haven't picked it up as I should have but he at least did what he could to encourage me. Maybe I'll start really playing soon.

Fourth, this guy was from Oregon! Of the forum members from Oregon I have yet to befriend one quite as intelligent, caring and talented as this guy. As of yet, he's my go-to guy for status update convos and Cards Against Humanity humor.

 

This guy's awesome. He's about 6 years older than me but I still manage to get along with him better than plenty of people of my age in person or on this forum. He's also hilarious. Cards Against Humanity is a fun time with this guy. It's never a fun game without him. He also provides me with music to listen to and that's always a win. He has a face similar to that of Jack White with just a tad bit of shape to the teeth and much shorter hair. This guy is a joy to tlak to, learn from and goof around with and for that I must say he's a very benevolent person for giving away money from gift cards that he could very well use himself. But he isn't. He's giving it to strangers on the internet. Some people could put that money towards a new graphics card. Otherwise will put it into clothing as they don't own any that fits or that doesn't shape itself like Swiss cheese. To whoever the prize of money earned by a deputy (who doesn't care about driving fast, he cares about the people) goes to in Amazon gift card form, I hope that they deserve it and I hope that they give this wonderful man, Philosophy (or you can call him Trent like I do), gets many thanks.

 

 

 

Thanks for doing this Trent. You're my best internet friend