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I wish I was lying....But
Screen was provided by that one staff friend- He had to endure so much weird shit
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I've been updated on her by a friend in common, and holy shit, almost 10 years later she's saying she's had another dead baby with the musician. Oddly enough, he's acted crazy lately (from doing a 180º on his beliefs to creating fake accounts to attack his own fans,) to the point other artists from the same scene who once looked up to him are publicly disavowing him. IHe's well on his way of becoming a lolcow. I'd never think he would get to this level of crazy and now I almost wish I had money enough to buy my former friend a ticket to see him.
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I'm on a private site for sharing music and there's been some entertaining cows on there. One prominent one (for a while) exclusively posted nazi music and there was a brigade of users who hated him, started threads discussing banning the music, bulk-reporting his torrents. They tried to get him banned for voting on a poll with the number "14.88" as well. There's a lot of history to it but long story short he's some french IT guy and unironically a nazi, and he killed himself recently due to an unrelated medical issue (https://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/ar...ose-day-520-000-Capitol-rioters-donation.html)
Some of the haters quietly celebrated on the forum and elsewhere. Since I found out about all the drama around this I have been lurking the forums more and I've started to realize all the prolific posters are trannies. (And I've slowly come to understand why so many usernames seem female-presenting) Specifically there are threads "Post Your Picture" and a thread about tinder dates. The picture thread is quite unfortunate, and the weirdest part is the male users who will reply with heart eyes or say "sexy" or something. The males on the site are generally slacker pothead types, and I don't know if they say these things out of goodwill or they actually want to fuck the dead-eyed lanky man in programming socks and a five 'o clock shadow.
The tinder thread has gripping stories of a 3-month transitioned "lesbian" "woman" who brags about how all her tinder dates tell her such things as "trans girls are the hottest", "it's impossible not to fall in love with you on the first meeting", etc. One girl even wanted an LTR but this beautiful 3-months-on-HRT girl just isn't ready to settle down, and her excuse is specifically because she's only been a woman for three months! "How can you expect me to settle down when I've only been a girl for three months" (I'm thinking coombrain) The other trannies in the thread try to take it in stride and not to reveal their seething jealousy since all they're getting are ugly old men.
The most recent saga is another NEET tranny (most people on this site are NEETS, or at least work some IT job that allows them to consoom all day) who wrote a blog post about her experience in a mental health facility for suicidal ideation. She says she went to this facility and met a specialgender who wants to write a book about LGBT rights and a Vaush-obsessed twitter leftist/ star wars sperg. At first they hit it off but somehow she managed to scare off even THESE exceptional individuals, possibly due to discussing kinks. The post ends detailing how she is going to order more of a certain preservative off Amazon so she can kill herself (she has ordered this product before and posted about it before).
She also browses and argues on 4chan.org/g/ where users talk about her and her embarrassing sperging. Recently on 4chan she (or an impersonator
) posted screenshots of her cancelling her order of special Amazon suicide pills to spite the 4chan users (https://desuarchive.org/g/thread/81805367/#q81825721) . She also was bragging about all the private messages she's received (including monetary offerings) since her newest blogpost/suicide threatpost. She's been a meme on /g/ for a while. She enjoys the attention and even used to have screenshots on her profile which contained all the shit-talking about her she received on /g/ but she deleted that (brief moment of lucidity?). She still has multiple paragraphs explaining why she uses some anime waifu as her avatar though! TLDR it's her female spirit animal and this character is heroic or something.
In the past she's been involved in fighting to remove all nazi movies and music from various sites, and getting pronouns added to forum user titles. The latter was almost won but at the last-minute she accidentally slipped up and revealed how she would use this option to derail threads if any normal user accidentally misgendered her.
There's more but this is already terribly formatted and probably not very interesting. I don't want to give too many details because I'd rather not draw attention to the site. There's surely many exceptional people on it but most of them know better than to attract unwanted attention.
Some of the haters quietly celebrated on the forum and elsewhere. Since I found out about all the drama around this I have been lurking the forums more and I've started to realize all the prolific posters are trannies. (And I've slowly come to understand why so many usernames seem female-presenting) Specifically there are threads "Post Your Picture" and a thread about tinder dates. The picture thread is quite unfortunate, and the weirdest part is the male users who will reply with heart eyes or say "sexy" or something. The males on the site are generally slacker pothead types, and I don't know if they say these things out of goodwill or they actually want to fuck the dead-eyed lanky man in programming socks and a five 'o clock shadow.
The tinder thread has gripping stories of a 3-month transitioned "lesbian" "woman" who brags about how all her tinder dates tell her such things as "trans girls are the hottest", "it's impossible not to fall in love with you on the first meeting", etc. One girl even wanted an LTR but this beautiful 3-months-on-HRT girl just isn't ready to settle down, and her excuse is specifically because she's only been a woman for three months! "How can you expect me to settle down when I've only been a girl for three months" (I'm thinking coombrain) The other trannies in the thread try to take it in stride and not to reveal their seething jealousy since all they're getting are ugly old men.
The most recent saga is another NEET tranny (most people on this site are NEETS, or at least work some IT job that allows them to consoom all day) who wrote a blog post about her experience in a mental health facility for suicidal ideation. She says she went to this facility and met a specialgender who wants to write a book about LGBT rights and a Vaush-obsessed twitter leftist/ star wars sperg. At first they hit it off but somehow she managed to scare off even THESE exceptional individuals, possibly due to discussing kinks. The post ends detailing how she is going to order more of a certain preservative off Amazon so she can kill herself (she has ordered this product before and posted about it before).
She also browses and argues on 4chan.org/g/ where users talk about her and her embarrassing sperging. Recently on 4chan she (or an impersonator
) posted screenshots of her cancelling her order of special Amazon suicide pills to spite the 4chan users (https://desuarchive.org/g/thread/81805367/#q81825721) . She also was bragging about all the private messages she's received (including monetary offerings) since her newest blogpost/suicide threatpost. She's been a meme on /g/ for a while. She enjoys the attention and even used to have screenshots on her profile which contained all the shit-talking about her she received on /g/ but she deleted that (brief moment of lucidity?). She still has multiple paragraphs explaining why she uses some anime waifu as her avatar though! TLDR it's her female spirit animal and this character is heroic or something.In the past she's been involved in fighting to remove all nazi movies and music from various sites, and getting pronouns added to forum user titles. The latter was almost won but at the last-minute she accidentally slipped up and revealed how she would use this option to derail threads if any normal user accidentally misgendered her.
There's more but this is already terribly formatted and probably not very interesting. I don't want to give too many details because I'd rather not draw attention to the site. There's surely many exceptional people on it but most of them know better than to attract unwanted attention.
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This is going to be a bit powerlevely and I apologize in advance but it's necessary for the full milky context. Also not gonna use real names cause while this guy was pretty cringey I have no ill will towards him ultimately. Some of it is gonna read like a "shit that never happened"/"and then everyone clapped" post but I swear on pain of trooning out, I'll only tell it as it happened.
Had a few over the years but there was one in secondary/high school who we'll call "Jim". Jim was an exceptional individual of the fedora'd "I don't have swag I have class" variety. As in he would actually wear a fedora to school every day.
Our school had a uniform but for the final two years before graduation boys could choose to either continue wearing the uniform or wear their own suits instead, which most guys did. Most guys would pick and wear suits that would be fairly typical of someone working an office job, professional, but not too stuffy or out there. Jim would wear corderoy trousers with suspenders and a tweed jacket with leather elbow patches that he would wear draped across his shoulders like a cape, instead of just wearing it like a normal fucking jacket. And of course, the fedora was an ever present part of the ensemble.
Jim's self image (delusion) was that of a kind of 19th century literary figure, if they had weebs in the 19th century. He tried to come across as refined and worldly despite being a reclusive teenager with little life experience. Imagine someone who's trying to be Oscar Wilde but not a faggot. To complete his "eccentric creative genius aesthetic" Jim had a small bongo drum that he would carry around with him frequently. I still have no clue what he was really going for with that one. Best guess is because our year had a lot of musicians in it and was considered probably the most musically gifted year in our school Jim thought carrying an instrument would somehow lend him some social credibility, even though he wasn't really a musician at all, didn't even take music as a subject, he just carried this bongo around.
Jim was a resentful little sperg. There wasn't a strict social hierarchy based on popularity in our school but from what hints of it there was, Jim was at the bottom. Jim had a pronounced dislike of guys in our year who he perceived to be more popular than him, even when they were relatively nice to him. But there was one person in particular Jim hated above all others, a guy we'll call Luke. Luke was a bit of a dick, I'd even been mildly bullied by him in our earlier years, but he was charismatic, talented, relatively smart if a bit full of himself and got on well with women, much to the envy of the loveshy Jim. One year we were putting on a play, I won't say which one, but it was a Shakespeare play. Jim desperately wanted the role of one character who was a king/powerful figure type, seemingly because it would help feed his refined gentleman power fantasy. Luke got the role instead. Incensed by this, Jim went on a tismy as fuck rant on his deviantart about how Luke was an uncouth, arrogant, chauvinist moron and how HE deserved the roll in the school play instead. Not long after, word reached Luke who then publicly called him out in front of everyone. This led to some minor drama where the school got involved and got Jim to delete the post as well as get their respective parents involved, even though Luke wasn't really all that bothered, just a sperg talking shit online. During these confrontations Jim visibly seethed with rage, and while raising his voice and dramatically pointing at Luke a la Phoenix Wright OBJECTION! to tell him what an ass he was, Jim was ultimately still an awkward coward, who wouldn't even raise his head and look Luke in the eye as he said these things.
Finally we get to the LoveQuest Battle saga, where I come in. In our class there was a girl we'll call Amy. Our boy Jim, being an awkward, loveshy teen with zero romantic experience, had a massive crush on Amy, and everyone knew it. He crushed on her to a harmless but still borderline creepy/obsessive degree where he just wouldn't take the hint she wasn't interested. Amy and I were very good friends, we hung out almost exclusively with each other over our other classmates and this got to the point where rumors had begun to spread that she and I were dating. Even the teachers had begun to speculate this. We never were, we were just friends, in fact she felt she was probably a lesbian, but just didn't come out cause she was still figuring out her sexuality. The problem with these rumors going unconfirmed or undebunked for so long however, was that in Jim's weird little head, he had made me into his de facto romantic rival.
And when I say rival I mean melodramatic, tismy as fuck, anime rival. To Jim, I was the Vegeta to his Goku, the L to his Light, the Sasuke to his Naruto. The Liquid Chris-chan to his Solid Chris-chan. And like all anime rivalry's there must be an epic clash. I'm not proud of it, but being a bit of a fucking tismy spergy weeb myself as a teenager, I have to admit I did lean into it a little bit if only for the dramatic fun of it.
We were on a school charity trip out of the country, I won't say where, but it was a very hot, dry climate and the area we were staying in was a poor (were talking third world poor) arid area miles from the nearest city, that for all intents and purposes was a wasteland, some sparse trees here and there and failed attempts at farmland. There had been a build up in creepy behavior from Jim towards Amy for a while, to the point she was actively avoiding him, not going anywhere without me, ect. This culminated in him giving her a ring as a gift and her asking me to speak to him to get him to back off. I told him I wanted to talk and we went for a stroll through the "fields" (barren, dry, cracked plots of land) nearby. I told Jim what was going on with Amy had gone on long enough, that she had told me to put an end to it, and he needed to get a grip. Jim, visibly annoyed, started going on a dramatic "Oh it's easy for YOU to say. You're lucky enough to spend all your time with her!" type rant, wildly gesticulating with his arms the whole time. (Pretty sure he was also carrying the bongo as we walked, yes he brought it with him on our trip to this fucking third world country) We argued back and forth for a little bit before I finally went "What's it gonna take to get you to get it through your head and back off?" This, was the dramatic cue Jim was waiting for. It was then that he laid down his trusty bongo, turned to face me, and picked up a wooden pole that looked like it had once been part of a makeshift fence for the field we were standing in, wielding it like a staff. I don't remember his exact words when doing this, given it was about 10 years ago now but I'm sure it was along the lines of "Let's find out." Cue the Three Days Grace.mp3 cringe fight music.
Now, as I have said, I was a bit of an autistic weeb myself, and as much as I wanted this whole thing to be behind us and for him to stop being so fucking weird and creeping on my friend, my fucking retarded ass loved the melodrama too much and gave in. He was basically inviting me to beat the shit out of him with a stick, and being a dumb, insecure teen wanting my own sort of "badass moment" I picked up a shorter pole for myself, and raised it ready to fight Jim for m'ladys honor. To this day I still thank any gods who will listen that none of our classmates were there to watch this awkward spectacle.
To be brief, it was a shit show. Jim maybe scraped me a few times here and there but he was awkwardly wielding this big long pole against someone with a shorter, easier to manage pole, who also did fencing (Olympic sword fighting) and was relatively good at it for my age. I'm sure in Jim's mind however, this was the final climactic battle he'd always dreamed of ending the arc on, even if it was completly one sided against him. I'm sure he had this overly romantic image of two noble warriors clashing in this desert like landscape, kicking up dust and clashing as we were always meant to, when it reality, it was one sperg beating up an even bigger sperg with a stick. I hit/stabbed Jim a couple times, never going FULL FORCE, but enough for him to at least feel it and push him back till he awkwardly tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground, at which point, possibly out of humility, possibly out of realizing just how embarassing the whole situation was, Jim conceded defeat, and that was about it. He got up, we shook hands, he was still a little awkward and creepy around Amy after that but I think the fact she asked one of her guy friends to get him to leave her alone that ended in a physical (albeit extremely lame) fight kinda made him finally get the message and leave her alone. Word had reached our classmates that the fight had taken place, but again, thank fuck nobody saw it. And so the anime concluded.
If any of my classmates ever see this post, I don't expect my identity, or anyone elses in the story for that matter to remain hidden for long, given the really specific details, but I mean hey, if you can't own up to being a sperg, you don't really have much right to make fun of them. So I guess the real question is, was Jim my personal lolcow? Or was I the lolcow all along?
Our school had a uniform but for the final two years before graduation boys could choose to either continue wearing the uniform or wear their own suits instead, which most guys did. Most guys would pick and wear suits that would be fairly typical of someone working an office job, professional, but not too stuffy or out there. Jim would wear corderoy trousers with suspenders and a tweed jacket with leather elbow patches that he would wear draped across his shoulders like a cape, instead of just wearing it like a normal fucking jacket. And of course, the fedora was an ever present part of the ensemble.
Jim's self image (delusion) was that of a kind of 19th century literary figure, if they had weebs in the 19th century. He tried to come across as refined and worldly despite being a reclusive teenager with little life experience. Imagine someone who's trying to be Oscar Wilde but not a faggot. To complete his "eccentric creative genius aesthetic" Jim had a small bongo drum that he would carry around with him frequently. I still have no clue what he was really going for with that one. Best guess is because our year had a lot of musicians in it and was considered probably the most musically gifted year in our school Jim thought carrying an instrument would somehow lend him some social credibility, even though he wasn't really a musician at all, didn't even take music as a subject, he just carried this bongo around.
Jim was a resentful little sperg. There wasn't a strict social hierarchy based on popularity in our school but from what hints of it there was, Jim was at the bottom. Jim had a pronounced dislike of guys in our year who he perceived to be more popular than him, even when they were relatively nice to him. But there was one person in particular Jim hated above all others, a guy we'll call Luke. Luke was a bit of a dick, I'd even been mildly bullied by him in our earlier years, but he was charismatic, talented, relatively smart if a bit full of himself and got on well with women, much to the envy of the loveshy Jim. One year we were putting on a play, I won't say which one, but it was a Shakespeare play. Jim desperately wanted the role of one character who was a king/powerful figure type, seemingly because it would help feed his refined gentleman power fantasy. Luke got the role instead. Incensed by this, Jim went on a tismy as fuck rant on his deviantart about how Luke was an uncouth, arrogant, chauvinist moron and how HE deserved the roll in the school play instead. Not long after, word reached Luke who then publicly called him out in front of everyone. This led to some minor drama where the school got involved and got Jim to delete the post as well as get their respective parents involved, even though Luke wasn't really all that bothered, just a sperg talking shit online. During these confrontations Jim visibly seethed with rage, and while raising his voice and dramatically pointing at Luke a la Phoenix Wright OBJECTION! to tell him what an ass he was, Jim was ultimately still an awkward coward, who wouldn't even raise his head and look Luke in the eye as he said these things.
Finally we get to the Love
And when I say rival I mean melodramatic, tismy as fuck, anime rival. To Jim, I was the Vegeta to his Goku, the L to his Light, the Sasuke to his Naruto. The Liquid Chris-chan to his Solid Chris-chan. And like all anime rivalry's there must be an epic clash. I'm not proud of it, but being a bit of a fucking tismy spergy weeb myself as a teenager, I have to admit I did lean into it a little bit if only for the dramatic fun of it.
We were on a school charity trip out of the country, I won't say where, but it was a very hot, dry climate and the area we were staying in was a poor (were talking third world poor) arid area miles from the nearest city, that for all intents and purposes was a wasteland, some sparse trees here and there and failed attempts at farmland. There had been a build up in creepy behavior from Jim towards Amy for a while, to the point she was actively avoiding him, not going anywhere without me, ect. This culminated in him giving her a ring as a gift and her asking me to speak to him to get him to back off. I told him I wanted to talk and we went for a stroll through the "fields" (barren, dry, cracked plots of land) nearby. I told Jim what was going on with Amy had gone on long enough, that she had told me to put an end to it, and he needed to get a grip. Jim, visibly annoyed, started going on a dramatic "Oh it's easy for YOU to say. You're lucky enough to spend all your time with her!" type rant, wildly gesticulating with his arms the whole time. (Pretty sure he was also carrying the bongo as we walked, yes he brought it with him on our trip to this fucking third world country) We argued back and forth for a little bit before I finally went "What's it gonna take to get you to get it through your head and back off?" This, was the dramatic cue Jim was waiting for. It was then that he laid down his trusty bongo, turned to face me, and picked up a wooden pole that looked like it had once been part of a makeshift fence for the field we were standing in, wielding it like a staff. I don't remember his exact words when doing this, given it was about 10 years ago now but I'm sure it was along the lines of "Let's find out." Cue the Three Days Grace.mp3 cringe fight music.
Now, as I have said, I was a bit of an autistic weeb myself, and as much as I wanted this whole thing to be behind us and for him to stop being so fucking weird and creeping on my friend, my fucking retarded ass loved the melodrama too much and gave in. He was basically inviting me to beat the shit out of him with a stick, and being a dumb, insecure teen wanting my own sort of "badass moment" I picked up a shorter pole for myself, and raised it ready to fight Jim for m'ladys honor. To this day I still thank any gods who will listen that none of our classmates were there to watch this awkward spectacle.
To be brief, it was a shit show. Jim maybe scraped me a few times here and there but he was awkwardly wielding this big long pole against someone with a shorter, easier to manage pole, who also did fencing (Olympic sword fighting) and was relatively good at it for my age. I'm sure in Jim's mind however, this was the final climactic battle he'd always dreamed of ending the arc on, even if it was completly one sided against him. I'm sure he had this overly romantic image of two noble warriors clashing in this desert like landscape, kicking up dust and clashing as we were always meant to, when it reality, it was one sperg beating up an even bigger sperg with a stick. I hit/stabbed Jim a couple times, never going FULL FORCE, but enough for him to at least feel it and push him back till he awkwardly tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground, at which point, possibly out of humility, possibly out of realizing just how embarassing the whole situation was, Jim conceded defeat, and that was about it. He got up, we shook hands, he was still a little awkward and creepy around Amy after that but I think the fact she asked one of her guy friends to get him to leave her alone that ended in a physical (albeit extremely lame) fight kinda made him finally get the message and leave her alone. Word had reached our classmates that the fight had taken place, but again, thank fuck nobody saw it. And so the anime concluded.
If any of my classmates ever see this post, I don't expect my identity, or anyone elses in the story for that matter to remain hidden for long, given the really specific details, but I mean hey, if you can't own up to being a sperg, you don't really have much right to make fun of them. So I guess the real question is, was Jim my personal lolcow? Or was I the lolcow all along?
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I needed this read. Thank you so much for sharing.
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I'm glad my embarassing formative years could provide some entertainment
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Scary Sherry 
shes basically a crazy homeless lady who thinks she's a cop and tries to chase people out of public spaces. also she talks to birds
shes basically a crazy homeless lady who thinks she's a cop and tries to chase people out of public spaces. also she talks to birds
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1. I need stories.Scary Sherry
2. Allentown, PA? Because of course it's PA.
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yes allentown pa lmao
She used to come into my job and try to befriend me (she was homeless so she smelled) and anyone else who would look her way, the way she talks is the typical low 'retard voice' yknow so it was pretty hard to understand her.
She likes to pick up things off the ground/ throw away trash/ collect coins and YELL at anyone who litters because she genuinely thinks shes a public servant, like not in a karen way, like that's her life because she's crazy. somehow she got a neon vest and a fake cop badge; when cops are around she always talks to them and bothers them.
The high school students whistle at her like jokingly (everyone knows who she is) cause she has a huge fat ass.
I have no idea how old she is. anywhere from 40s to 60s. her teeth are mangled, her hair is unbrushed. i dont think she has a family or any carers but she needs them.
There was a rumor that she was raped at a homeless camp and that 'drove her crazy' but i dont think thats true. nobody really knows her backstory, at least that i could find out.
I've seen her on Hamilton street making tweeting noises and yelling at birds.
i havent been to allentown in a while so this is all i remember
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It can happen, but this is at the very bottom of the barrel when it comes to being targeted for raped. Plus, she doesn't sounds like the type who can make a lot of enemies.
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yea i know it is possible and probable that she was raped because of how homeless women can be treated generally i just meant i dont think that was the cause of her 'craziness'
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I have another personal lolcow from school
When I was in year 7 me and my other friend would hang with this severely autistic kid who was in year 9. He would spend all fucking lunch time smashing the green button that opened the sliding glass door.
"SpergAnon," I said "what if I told you that each time you pressed that 100 black people died?"
stops
looks at ground
looks at me
starts smashing the button even faster & harder, this time counting as he does it
When I was in year 7 me and my other friend would hang with this severely autistic kid who was in year 9. He would spend all fucking lunch time smashing the green button that opened the sliding glass door.
"SpergAnon," I said "what if I told you that each time you pressed that 100 black people died?"
stops
looks at ground
looks at me
starts smashing the button even faster & harder, this time counting as he does it
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I have a friend, I love him I really really do, but he's like a falling object with undecided gravity, he can fall in any direction without intent, so to say. Ask him to go get the soccer ball and he loses his pants and falls over his feet trying to jog, feed him booze and drugs and he will still show up at work after sleeping 30 minutes. Leave him alone in a bar for a second to get drinks and now he's suddenly a competent jazz guitarist in the house band and looks at me in the way of 'I don't know how this happened, I just...' , then I go home to sleep and the next thing I hear is that he can no longer enter Canada. We live in Europe. He's on Wikipedia, these details are not known though. Not a famous person or anything like that, a lot of people have wikipedia pages.
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Canada is kind of infamous for refusing entry to anyone convicted of DUIs.
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Oh god it's a dumber story than that.
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I have no regrets
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currently AI dungeon.