DungeonMaster
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Since Year 7 i've had to contend with this son-of-a-bitch whom I shall call DickGobbler. The first thing I'll note about him is his effeminate, high-pitched voice and condescending tone which he uses to gaslight anyone who calls him out on his bullshit. He speaks to everyone younger and/or shorter than him (To this day he subconsciously thinks of his lankiness as requisite for authority) as though he's speaking to some retarded toddler. But when he annoys a teacher directly he adopts a submissive stance, hands covering his mouth, and does the puppy dog eyes, on the brink of tears. He never apologizes for his actions but instead ingratiates himself in the face of authority. DickGobbler is the most pathetic, amoral cunt of a man I have had the displeasure of encountering in meatspace, and I would not be surprised, nor would I be in any way disappointed, if he gets in trouble with the law one of these days.
His most distinctive trait, perhaps, was his disregard for other's privacy combined and obsession for gathering other people's personal information. Zero respect, for anyone, unless he was scared out of his shit. I was eleven years old when he looked through everyone's school diary and memorized everyone's emails and phone numbers, not to mention their addresses. That day I was totally unprepared for what was to come. After the weekends, DickGobbler had looked up everyone's houses on google maps and printed some of them out, including mine.
And he didn't stop there. He looked up everyone's pages on facebook and followed all their family members. You see, the only thing that DickGobbler is proud of is his monumental memory as something he is proud of, as a way to assert his dominance on everyone else. He probably knows my entire genealogy (An astounding feat, considering my East Asian heritage). He regularly went up to people and straight-up told them things he learned from their family member's facebook profiles for no reason except to make himself look smart. He especially liked talking about my sister. This gave him an ego trip. And when it did his face contorted into a hideous grin, with beady eyes that expressed nothing but egotistical self-satisfaction.
DickGobbler has never taken anything said to him to heart. He views everyone around him as a potential source of entertainment. The concept of a reputation is so beyond him he'd constantly ask paternalistic and intimate questions about things that don't concern him at lunchtime from someone who told him to fuck off at interval. (For the last goddamn time, DickGobbler, I haven't learned to drive. I'm one year younger than you. I might be a baby, but at least I don't fail half my internals, you precocious imbecile. Get a hobby.) It was almost as though he was trying to be everyone's mother by infantilizing anyone shorter than him, implicitly or explicitly.
He is insufferably smug. He likes scrutinizing certain people's behaviour so he can arrogantly nitpick them. Whenever I made a minor mistake he tilts his head back and croons to me like he's the adult in the room. Then snitches about it to the teacher, who gave zero fucks because I wasn't disrupting anyone. He learned everything about human interaction from British children's media. At least it wasn't anime. He regularly quoted Horrid Henry and Home Alone whenever he felt the need to assert his paternalism.
Also, he liked talking about the humiliating things he wished he'd do to his sisters. Sometimes sexual, other times violent.
For some reason he was above the school rules. He got away with everything like a moral houdini. He once groped a girl in the locker bay yet he got off scotfree and bragged about it. I don't know who his parents are blowing to give him this kind of immunity but I wouldn't be surprised if it were someone on the Board of Trustees. Seriously, what kind of mental disorder does he have to have to be this unaccountable for his actions?
I have heard very little from him as of late. But when I was in year 12, he forgot it was Mufti Day (It's when you wear casual clothes to school instead of the uniform). And by interval my friends who were unfortunate enough to share classes with him told me he went apeshit. He called his parents eight times, disregarding the fact that they work at the opposite side of town and it takes them two hours to drive to there. Then his phone got confiscated before interval. He threw a goddamn fit. While my friends were telling me about what happened, he skipped across the field, flapping his arms, making a teeth-gritting, eyes-closed face like there were flies up his ass, wailed "I FUCKING HATE MY DAD!!!"
His most distinctive trait, perhaps, was his disregard for other's privacy combined and obsession for gathering other people's personal information. Zero respect, for anyone, unless he was scared out of his shit. I was eleven years old when he looked through everyone's school diary and memorized everyone's emails and phone numbers, not to mention their addresses. That day I was totally unprepared for what was to come. After the weekends, DickGobbler had looked up everyone's houses on google maps and printed some of them out, including mine.
And he didn't stop there. He looked up everyone's pages on facebook and followed all their family members. You see, the only thing that DickGobbler is proud of is his monumental memory as something he is proud of, as a way to assert his dominance on everyone else. He probably knows my entire genealogy (An astounding feat, considering my East Asian heritage). He regularly went up to people and straight-up told them things he learned from their family member's facebook profiles for no reason except to make himself look smart. He especially liked talking about my sister. This gave him an ego trip. And when it did his face contorted into a hideous grin, with beady eyes that expressed nothing but egotistical self-satisfaction.
DickGobbler has never taken anything said to him to heart. He views everyone around him as a potential source of entertainment. The concept of a reputation is so beyond him he'd constantly ask paternalistic and intimate questions about things that don't concern him at lunchtime from someone who told him to fuck off at interval. (For the last goddamn time, DickGobbler, I haven't learned to drive. I'm one year younger than you. I might be a baby, but at least I don't fail half my internals, you precocious imbecile. Get a hobby.) It was almost as though he was trying to be everyone's mother by infantilizing anyone shorter than him, implicitly or explicitly.
He is insufferably smug. He likes scrutinizing certain people's behaviour so he can arrogantly nitpick them. Whenever I made a minor mistake he tilts his head back and croons to me like he's the adult in the room. Then snitches about it to the teacher, who gave zero fucks because I wasn't disrupting anyone. He learned everything about human interaction from British children's media. At least it wasn't anime. He regularly quoted Horrid Henry and Home Alone whenever he felt the need to assert his paternalism.
Also, he liked talking about the humiliating things he wished he'd do to his sisters. Sometimes sexual, other times violent.
For some reason he was above the school rules. He got away with everything like a moral houdini. He once groped a girl in the locker bay yet he got off scotfree and bragged about it. I don't know who his parents are blowing to give him this kind of immunity but I wouldn't be surprised if it were someone on the Board of Trustees. Seriously, what kind of mental disorder does he have to have to be this unaccountable for his actions?
I have heard very little from him as of late. But when I was in year 12, he forgot it was Mufti Day (It's when you wear casual clothes to school instead of the uniform). And by interval my friends who were unfortunate enough to share classes with him told me he went apeshit. He called his parents eight times, disregarding the fact that they work at the opposite side of town and it takes them two hours to drive to there. Then his phone got confiscated before interval. He threw a goddamn fit. While my friends were telling me about what happened, he skipped across the field, flapping his arms, making a teeth-gritting, eyes-closed face like there were flies up his ass, wailed "I FUCKING HATE MY DAD!!!"