20 Year Reunion - Does he still care?

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I can imagine the conversations that would go on at the 20 year reunion.

"Long time no see, Chris! How are you after two decades, what do you for job, do you have any kids, etc."

"Well, I, uh, have a group marriage with my Sonichu family, and, like, raise electric hedgehog children with them and stuff, and go on adventures, and..."

"Well...okay then..."

:|
 
I can imagine the conversations that would go on at the 20 year reunion.

"Long time no see, Chris! How are you after two decades, what do you for job, do you have any kids, etc."

"Well, I, uh, have a group marriage with my Sonichu family, and, like, raise electric hedgehog children with them and stuff, and go on adventures, and..."

"Well...okay then..."

:|
Being a shape shifting half-pony half-Sonichu half-computer goddess is the less insane stuff. They will call the police when he starts telling them that former gal-pal Megan Schroeder has to find some German game console so that the world can end and the survivors can join their OC in a fantasy land he created.
 
Being a shape shifting half-pony half-Sonichu half-computer goddess is the less insane stuff. They will call the police when he starts telling them that former gal-pal Megan Schroeder has to find some German game console so that the world can end and the survivors can join their OC in a fantasy land he created.

Dude, I'm not even going to entertain the idea of understanding one iota of Chris's cosmology.

OK, OK, I know it's old hat, but I think I know how to sum it up:

:stupid:
 
When I was in High School we had our own Chris-Chan named Danny who like Chris couldn't wait for a reunion to happen. When the ten year reunion did happen, Danny:

Showed up ridiculously early in a filthy ill-fitting suit and smelling of ass, sweat and Off-brand Body Spray.
Tried to pick a fight with a jock who gave him a hard time for being a weirdo and only backed down because his favorite teacher told him to knock it off.
Attempted to pursue the girl of his dreams who was there with her husband and tried to get her to do romantic things with him (Dance/Kiss/Hug/smell etc)
Got into a fight with the dream girl's husband when Danny slapped the girl's ass.
Due to getting into a fight with the husband he ended up leaving before the reunion even started due to him ripping his pants, giving everyone a nice view of his fat pasty zit ridden ass (He'd been forced to go commando because that was the only way he'd "sort-of" fit into his pants.)

If Chris-Chan goes to his twenty-year reunion I imagine this is what would most likely happen.
 
When I was in High School we had our own Chris-Chan named Danny who like Chris couldn't wait for a reunion to happen. When the ten year reunion did happen, Danny:

Showed up ridiculously early in a filthy ill-fitting suit and smelling of ass, sweat and Off-brand Body Spray.
Tried to pick a fight with a jock who gave him a hard time for being a weirdo and only backed down because his favorite teacher told him to knock it off.
Attempted to pursue the girl of his dreams who was there with her husband and tried to get her to do romantic things with him (Dance/Kiss/Hug/smell etc)
Got into a fight with the dream girl's husband when Danny slapped the girl's ass.
Due to getting into a fight with the husband he ended up leaving before the reunion even started due to him ripping his pants, giving everyone a nice view of his fat pasty zit ridden ass (He'd been forced to go commando because that was the only way he'd "sort-of" fit into his pants.)

If Chris-Chan goes to his twenty-year reunion I imagine this is what would most likely happen.
Why'd you make a Kiwi Farms account, Danny
 
When the ten year reunion did happen, Danny:

To be honest it sounds like he had the most fun of anyone in there :lit: good thing he left before it started, I don't think the world was made to withstand this level of hardcore autistic partying!
 
Chris would have a corsage on and his arms supposedly holding his four loves, who of course are imaginary.

He tells Tiffany he no longer needs "closure" with her and starts dancing with his invisible head mates. Tiffany and the others wonder why he is calling the air "love" and decide its time to do what they should have done way back in 1999.

They call the local asylum.

Tiffany returns to Chris with an idea. While having forgotten much of her real past experience with Chris, she at least remembers how she had to console him at graduation. "Chris, while you might not want to return the favor to me, I can at least still do you another favor." Tiffany says to Chris. "I have arranged with the school to let you have the Art Award after all this time. You deserve it for everything you have been put through."

Chris was a little confused, but elated. He trusted Tiffany's words. After all, she is saying it to his face, it is not a troll behind the internet posing as his very True and Honest Peppermint Patty-type Gal-pal. "Oh boy! I am happy!" Chris says in his falsetto voice. This is especially great since Chris is accompanied by his four loves, to witness him getting what seemed like a prestigious award that he really deserved for making a Sonic Totem Abomination and a fucked up Ed Gein like face on a plate.

Tiffany tells Chris that the award is in a separate building on the school campus and takes Chris outside. An Ambulance and a total of four men, one a giant male, await Chris being escorted outside by his gal-pals. "What!" Chris says, "I am not going to comply with this! I am an American! These brute males cannot force me into their ambulance!" Chris was right, but his naiveté couldn't help but ruin him. "Plus, my loves are here with me! Mewtwo, use your Psychic attack on them!" Chris spoke to his headmate, but nothing happened. "I, CPU Blue Heart of the Commodore 64, Goddess of C-197, Demand the Dimensional merge happen right now!"

"Do you see what I'm talking about?" Tiffany says. Chris failed to remind that he has a right to remain silent. It doesn't just go with the police. He admitted to his gal-pals, he ended up admitting to the insane asylum workers.

Chris is straight-jacketted and thrown into the ambulance, carted off to the Mental Institution of Richmond, Virginia.
 
Two things are pretty clear... 1) Chris still thinks back on high school the same way. The revelation of the paid "friends" hasn't permanently registered with him. In his recent video he mentions being separated from his friends after high school being traumatic for him. 2) Chris would dump his imaginary friends in a heartbeat if he had the slightest potential for getting a gal pal. The whole twitter ban upset comes down to thirst.
 
If someone messaged me about my 20 year high school reunion, I'd ask for $150 worth of cocaine first upfront before I went. Because that's the faggiest idea for an event ever.
I would ask if I could bring my collection of furbies and dragon dildos to the event.

So I'm not really sure how a Manchester High 20 year reunion would be organized these days? I would assume most millennial HS reunions would be organized through social media.. meaning it would be dependent on him having some link to a former classmate on social media. Unless his school set up some sort of address network to find out how to mail formal invitations to such an event. So that means unless he gets an invitation through mail, he's unlikely to be aware it's occurring. So he's more likely than not to have no idea it's happening.. Given that he missed his last reunion https://sonichu.com/cwcki/Manchester_High_School#Reunion_plans

That said.. has anyone here attended a 20 year reunion? I would think by that time you just catch up with lost friends before social media was a thing... you show off your family or your fancy job... It's not an invitation to go back to the way things were in high school, but a chance to see where everyone you used to know ended up. I can see why chris would want to attend, unaware of how he'd be viewed, but i'd assume most people that still live at home wouldn't attend.
I really don't like people I went to high school so I don't want to associate with them in any way. My mom was a teacher at my HS so she has a lot of people on facebook that I prefer to avoid. I don't use FaceBook but it's funny to see who's gotten really fat and bald in 15 years (white people really lose their hair fast, yeesh) when she shows me pictures of them.

They tried to invite me to the 10 year reunion via her and I simply said no. I said I was being civil because they were using my own mother to ask.

social media has HS reunions redundant if you're under 40, HS reunions seem to be a bigger deal if you're from a small town where everyone knew each other, less of a big deal if you're in an area where nobody moves far away, and would anyone even remember young Chris who's turned into old Chris(tine)?
That too. Though I don't use social media because it makes you a tard.

High school reunions are pointless now that you can just use Facebook to see who got fat.
This as well. I enjoy seeing Mr. Hot Shot football stud who packed on 150 pounds of flab. No joke it's hilarious to see how fat they've gotten.

The real question here: who the hell would go to an event knowing Chris might be there? Especially if anyone has been even remotely following his online presence. It would be a hard pass for me if I thought a fat trans exceptional grandma was going to be around trying to kiss people, likely throw a tantrum or two, shit herself and then post pictures of me and my friends all over his social media...

Maybe nobody has been keeping up with Chris but in this day and age, as long as one person has, the news will spread and there will definitely be questions raised of "what about Chris". I wouldn't be surprised if a lot of people would be stepping down on Chris not being allowed if they are to attend at all.
I'd go just to watch the dumpster fire that is CWC. Then again I like watching that shit go down irl.

I always thought that was a douche thing to say, even by Chris standards, and I bet every "slow in the minds" kid who rode on those busses turned out better than he did.

I could see him going to the reunion, sitting at a table by himself with all his toys set up on it, looking around just waiting for everybody to recognize him for the celebrity that he went on to become after graduation.
The people around him probably didn't care. This was the late 90's, mind you, and it was still okay to call someone a fag without the whole internet going crazy. Making fun of retards was a treasured past time.
 
I would ask if I could bring my collection of furbies and dragon dildos to the event.


I really don't like people I went to high school so I don't want to associate with them in any way. My mom was a teacher at my HS so she has a lot of people on facebook that I prefer to avoid. I don't use FaceBook but it's funny to see who's gotten really fat and bald in 15 years (white people really lose their hair fast, yeesh) when she shows me pictures of them.

They tried to invite me to the 10 year reunion via her and I simply said no. I said I was being civil because they were using my own mother to ask.


That too. Though I don't use social media because it makes you a tard.


This as well. I enjoy seeing Mr. Hot Shot football stud who packed on 150 pounds of flab. No joke it's hilarious to see how fat they've gotten.


I'd go just to watch the dumpster fire that is CWC. Then again I like watching that shit go down irl.


The people around him probably didn't care. This was the late 90's, mind you, and it was still okay to call someone a fag without the whole internet going crazy. Making fun of exceptional individuals was a treasured past time.

Was HS kinda rough for you? You seem a little salty about it just saying.
 
Was HS kinda rough for you? You seem a little salty about it just saying.
I went to hs in south Texas. It was full of rednecks and beaners. Between barely articulate hicks and also equally inarticulate spics, I was ready to get out of there. People in my class were confused why I liked to read for fun.

So when they try to invite me to return to that hick town I politely decline. It is funny to see how many of them got fat and produced a ton of future tards like them.
 
I went to hs in south Texas. It was full of rednecks and beaners. Between barely articulate hicks and also equally inarticulate spics, I was ready to get out of there. People in my class were confused why I liked to read for fun.

So when they try to invite me to return to that hick town I politely decline. It is funny to see how many of them got fat and produced a ton of future tards like them.
Lol no one cares you got wedgies in high school
 
Lol no one cares you got wedgies in high school
Yo mama did last night when I wedged my cock into her.

Back on topic, Chris going to a high school reunion would be hilarious.

EDIT: Oh man, give me more fucking autistic ratings, my nipples can cut glass right now. Oh yeah!!!!
 
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I went to hs in south Texas. It was full of rednecks and beaners. Between barely articulate hicks and also equally inarticulate spics, I was ready to get out of there. People in my class were confused why I liked to read for fun.

So when they try to invite me to return to that hick town I politely decline. It is funny to see how many of them got fat and produced a ton of future tards like them.
That's interesting, please tell us more.
 
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