I hate this girl (whoever the hell she is

So Yesterday I was out with my girlfriend, at the mall. The atmosphere was pretty lively and we were walking along steadily through the crowd of people. It was starting to get hot, so I took off my jacket. Big mistake.
I was wearing an 'I pwn noobs' shirt, though this was not really a big deal. My girlfriend had obviously never minded it, she actually thinks it's pretty funny since she sort of plays video games herself. So as I was saying, we were heading out towards the movie theater when suddenly I felt someone sneaking up behind us.
When I turned around, I was suddenly hugged by a mysterious girl in a purple sweater I'd never seen before. She had blond hair, and was considerably a few years older, probably a senior. Honestly she was pretty attractive herself.
"Who's this," my girlfriend suddenly blurted out.
"I-I don't know," I responded timidly, shaking my way away.
"Whaaat," the mysterious girl pronounced. "We've been going out for two months now, and you've been seeing someone else?"
At this point my girlfriend's face turned a little red, and she began power walking her way away towards us.
"Wait," I strongly called after her, but she kept walking.
I turned towards the mysterious blond girl.
"What the hell was that for?! And who are you?"
"That," she said forcefully as she pointed to my shirt. "You shouldn't be wearing a shirt like that, it brings up bad memories in some of us."
At this point I was in shock.
The mysterious blond girl turned away. Her last words to me were "have fun."


Thinking about it now, she might have been dumped by a guy who was way into gaming, anyways I don't know. All I know is that I couldn't find my girlfriend and she didn't answer her cell. When I came home she was on AIM, and I explained everything to her, thankfully she believes me.

Moral of the story: IDK.

But it doesn't end there, why I am posting this on gamefaqs.
It seems weird that the story continues but whatever. This is becoming weird.


Anyways, today after school I felt bored, so I took a drive to the same mall where the first event happened. This time however, I was not wearing my 'I pwn noobs' shirt, but a plain regular black shirt and jeans. At the time of going there my wallet was not very full, it had maybe sixty dollars in it.
I didn't actually plan to spend a lot of time there, just go quickly to gamestop, and see if they had command and conquer three which I'd been meaning to get. I kept a low profile, hoping not to meet the girl once again. Honestly guys, as much as it pains me I hate confrontations.
The complete opposite of what I had hoped for happened. The door to gamespot was wide open, and dozens of people were going in and out of the store. A certain familiar girl in a purple sweater was staring at the display idly, crouching down. Seriously I was surprised once again, totally not expecting it. The blond girl had pissed me off yesterday so I might as well go up to her and say SOMETHING.
"Why hello there, miss. I'm the guy you thoroughly pissed off yesterday." I said this almost briskfully. "Now I don't want to start any trouble, so could you please explain your actions kindly."
The blond haired girl glanced a bit towards me calmly, and went back on staring at the gamespot display.
She was ignoring me!! For that, I felt a little pity. Imagine being in her situation.
"Look, can we just talk about this," I said a little louder.
Suddenly she began to cry a little. First a tear, and then she buried her head.
"What did I do?" I had said this quickly and quietly, as people around us began watching.
There was something that always bothered my about watching people. I tapped the girl on the shoulder, and she looked up. I made a motion that seemed to say "let's go over there."
I started walking, and thankfully she followed, her head still in her hands. The food courts were around the corner, and I found an empty table.
We both sat at the two person table at each respective end. A thought crossed my mind that if my girlfriend were to find me here, she wouldn't really be my girlfriend no matter how much explaining I did.
"Look," I began. She took her head out of her hands, and used her fingers to wipe off the tears. "I just want to talk. What is your name."
The blond girl glared at me again. She seemed to glare for about 5 seconds before she opened her mouth again.
"Betty."
What an old fashioned name.
"So, umm, Betty. What was with yesterday? Why did you do that? I mean it took forever to explain to my girlfriend that I never knew you."
Betty's eyes become shiftier for a second.
"So your girlfriend is still with you?"
I blinked. "Yes, what did you think..?"
"Break up with her, as soon as possible."
"Why?! You can't just freakin tell me that out the blue and expect me to ****ing do it. Do you know her?"
"No."
"Then why?"
"Gamers are bad news."
Now, you guys may not know me but I am a ****ing hardcore gamer. Comments like these infuriate me.
"You can't just say that!" I said that one loudly.
Betty stood up and not even glancing at me started walking towards the west end of the mall.
"Wait," I stammered, and tried to follow her. It didn't take long to catch up.
"I just want to talk to you. Please."
I did want to talk to her. I wanted to convince to her that games weren't bad.
"Fine," she replied in a normal tone. "If you want to talk to me, come back here tomorrow."
As she was walking off she said this, once again.


Guess I have no choice right? I want to know what's up. WTF is up with with. I want to talk to this girl, and see why she doesn't like games.

I'll keep you guys updated.

Ok this is getting a little bit more strange. I have to hurry though because it’s getting a little late(still got an hour), and I have a date at 8 (were probably going to see Holloween if anyone cares.) I’m tired, but somehow I feel like I have an obligation to write this, to the few people who were wondering. A lot happened. I might as well start from the beginning.


When I woke up this morning I felt all groggy and ****. Like I just wanted to stay home, and I probably should have. First period, math, got an F on the test. Second period science, probably got an F on the test. So forth and so on, this wasn’t a day for me.
Then during lunch my friend Roberto came up to me, questioning me about Betty. He heard the first story, of course by my girlfriend. After a little thinking I decided to tell him the whole truth. (Hey if I can tell an entire forum of random people I don’t know, then I can certainly tell my best friend.)
He was awed about it, and asked if he could come along. Roberto is a gamer friends, just not a hardcore one. So after school around 4:20 we left my house and went to the mall.
Arriving at 4:30, we were a little early; we decided to walk around. I thought this might be a time to talk about the problem at hand.
“So what should we do once we meet up with this hater.”
Roberto laughed. “What the **** do you think? Question her.”
“It seems so weird. Somehow I feel like I’m cheating on my girlfriend while doing this.”
“Would you go out with Betty, you said her name was?”
I stopped and looked at my friend.
“No way in hell I’d go out with that *****.”
Now to all of you saying this is just a story and I’m going to fall in love with her. I ASSURE YOU, I WOULD NEVER GO OUT WITH HER, EVEN IF I BROKE UP WITH MY CURRENT GIRLFRIEND. Especially after what happened tonight.
Back on track. Basically we decided just to question her. She had to have been psycho to do that, and even more psycho just to stare at a gamestop display.
So after we finished eating and talking we went over to the same Gamestop, where I met her just yesterday. Betty wasn’t outside staring at the windows again so we went inside and looked at the games.
Myself, was looking at the wii games. I motioned my friend over to look at godfather blackhand edition.
“I heard it got good reviews.”
“Yeah, but everyone knows it’s not as good as the version on the 360.”
That’s my friend for, always a narcissist when it comes to games.
“I heard the wii version is better.”
Roberto started laughing again. “Xbox has the best shooters, all time.”
Suddenly right out of nowhere I heard a voice.
“Let’s get out of this store right now, it’s a pain in the ass being in it already.”
Looking behind me, who did I see, but Betty. In the same pink sweater as the last two days.
“Hello again, miss.”
I was trying to sound polite. The last day I basically assumed she was crazy, and some of my relatives are crazy, so I can relate to never pissing them off.
“This is my friend Roberto and–“
“Let’s get out of here,” she said feverishly, cutting me off. “NOW!”
We hurried out of the store. I’m sure some of the other few customers in the store might have thought she was a little kid mad that she couldn’t get her new game before they looked at her.
After we were outside, my friend went up to her.
“Hello Betty, my name is Roberto. How do you do?”
He held out his hand.
She stared at it a few seconds, analyzing it, or something.
“Your not much of a gamer,” Betty spoke finally shaking his hand.
“Hmm, and how could you tell,” he said with a smirk.
Betty didn’t answer this.
Instead she started walking towards the south end of the mall, and there was little we could do but follow her.
“So,” I started. “Do you hate pure pwnage(the website I got the shirt from), or just games in general?”
“Everything,” she spoke. “Games are the works of the devil.”
“Works of the devil huh,” Roberto repeated
Suddenly an idea spoke up in my mind.
“Do you know who you remind me of Betty?”
She stopped in her tracks and looked at me.
“Jack Thompson,” I said with ease.
What I had expected is that she would question who that was, and find it an insult. To my and Roberto’s surprise this is what she spoke.
“Oh my god, do you really think so!? That man is a god.” Betty jumped up and down. “You two are pretty nice afterall.”
Oh my god, this girl really is psycho, was what was going through my mind at this part.
“Uh...yeah.”
That was the only thing I could really respond with after what just happened.
“Sit down, both of you.” Roberto suddenly said to both of us.
We both did, and he did two. I was the one in the middle.
“Look, Betty I just want to make sure you never do this to me, or any gamers anymore.”
She smiled.
“I’m serious. This is where I usually hang out with friends, and I go here with my girlfriend all the time too.”
She looked happy again smiling. “I know you do. You come here usually twice a month on average, and you never leave without going into gamestop and Borders.”
The ****.
“Are you a freakin stalker or something,” I began.
“No,” she replied.
“Then how–“
”Now, now,” Roberto butted in. “Let’s not get off subject. Why do you hate gamers so much?”
Betty seemed to think for a second. Then she began to scratch her head.
“I dunno,” Betty bawled in that blondish tone. “They’re not going to be around much longer. So I don’t think I should hate them.”
“The ****,” I finally blurted. “Are you talking about?
“That,” Betty said standing up, and putting her hands behind her back. “Is a secret.”
After this she began a slow jog toward the north end of the mall, opposite of the area we were going.
“Yo bro,” Roberto said also standing up. “I’m going after her.”
I started to open my mouth.
“Why?!”
He merely started running, while yelling back. “SHE REALLY SEEMS PSYCHO I HAVE TO FIND HELP FOR HER. DON’T WORRY MAN I’LL TAKE THE BUS BACK.”
Roberto ran off and for some reason I can not fathom, I didn’t follow after him.
Over the last hour, which is the hour I’ve been home, I’ve tried calling Roberto’s cell phone multiple times.

He hasn’t picked up.

I really hope he’s ok.

This is getting so damn weird.

Well peace out.


Alright since my friend hasn't been picking up his phone I'm going to go to his house now (b4 the movie). This is a normal thing, so yeah.

tldr

>>1
>15:39

>>2
>15:41

Copypasta, GTFO.

I'll finish this story for you:

"So, will you go out with me" I asked her. "Sure", the girl in the purple sweater smiled, "You're cute, and you're a gamer."

That evening in the back of my car I removed her sweater. Her breasts bulged from a lavender lace bra. "Impressive stats!" was all I could think of saying. She giggled and took off her bra. I was getting seriously hard now. I leaned forward and kissed her. She smiled and kissed me back

OH MAN! DROP YOUR OLD GIRLFRIEND NOW! THIS CHICK IN THE PURPLE SWEATER IS SOOOO HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Now this is an interesting story. Keep copypasting, please.

lol
okay
as a girl (yes there ARE girls on the internet you buncha retards) here's my advice... here's what you do:
find that girl in the purple sweater, tell her you want to apologize and ask her for help shopping for something for your girlfriend to make up for that "cheating" incident.
then you lead her into a lingerie shop, and sneak a extra large furry thong in her purse or something and et voila, wait until she walks out of the store and the alarms will ring and your comeuppence will come.

>>3

>>7
wtf who let you out? GTFO of here and back to the kitchen

>>7
 hey bitch i want another pie get your fat ass in tha ktichen ,ho, and makeme one

>>7
Best advice only problem is finding the bitch in the first place, so unless she's a mall rat or you live in some hick town of 1000 people good luck with that shit.
Real advice now, your girlfriend seems like a bitch walking off on you like that. What you need to do is bitch slap that bitch so she knows not to disrespect you like that again, and someone needs to bitch slap you for letting that bitch in purple do that to you also. Your an emo fag faggot you got what you deserve.

oh fuck, skimmed over your shit and it seems your a fag.

KEEL THE UNHOLY BITCH

Bump.

Little morning update, concerning the fate of my dear friend Roberto. It seems this is really going somewhere a little more, preternatural. This has become more like a surreal little part in my life. Some people as I’ve seen are getting into this, and enjoy my writing style. By the end of this rather short blog post, I’ll clarify on a bunch of things.

Last night, I stayed up a little past three, so it’s no wonder I’m tired. Just celebrating the beginning of spring break, by pulling a gaming night on my wii until I nearly passed out for sleepiness. Weird since I have insomnia.
At around nine in the morning I was awoken from the middle of a dream to the super mario bros theme song. To my right on the floor beside my bed, my cell phone was ringing. I looked at the cap, reluctantly tired, and saw that it was Roberto. Hurriedly I opened the phone and was greeted by the unpleasant sound of his early morning voice.
“YO MAN, WHAT’S UP. I was just checkin my phone and there’s thirteen missed calls from you. I know you love me, but what the hell is up with that?”
I rubbed my eyes to make sure I wasn’t dreaming.
“Dude,” I said quickly suddenly feeling energy. “Where were you last night? I was so worried that I drove over to your house.”
“Whoa man,” Roberto replied in a more serious voice. “Calm down. Chill. I was just at a friends house for the night.”
“But then–“
”I didn’t pick up my phone because I left it at my place.”
I was so confused here. Once again I rubbed my eyes to make sure this wasn’t a dream.
“What happened yesterday at the mall after we parted ways?”
There was a five second pause, until I started talking again.
“You know with Betty running off like that.”
Still no answer after ten seconds.
Twenty seconds.
Thirty seconds.
A minute.
I could hear breathing.
Something faint.
I switched my phone to speaker so I could hear a little better. Still I couldn’t hear it. So I put my ear right into the phone. Still in a tone that was seemed intelligible, I did hear something being repeated over and over.
“Cough three times if you can hear this. Cough three times if you can hear this. Cough three times if you can hear this.”
It kept going on. I shivered a little, and put on my covers more. There was no choice.
I coughed three consecutive times.
Then I stuck my ear right back into the phone.
“For clarification cough just once more. For clarification cough just once more. For clarification cough just once more.”
Wasn’t much more I could do than that. So I did so, just as instructed. Then stuck my ear right in the place it’s been, concentrating all my senses on hearing this tiniest of a whisper.
“It’s not safe to talk about this on phone. Meet me outside our school tonight at 7. Cancel any plans you have with Venessa. Once you hear this message hang up the phone and do not call me again. It’s not safe to talk about this on phone. Meet me outside our school tonight at 7. Cancel any plans you have with Venessa. Once you hear this message hang up the phone and do not call me again. It’s not safe to talk about this on phone. Meet me outside our school tonight at 7. Cancel any plans you have with Venessa. Once you hear this message hang up the phone and do not call me again. “
Just to make sure I had this memorized I did listen to it three times, and hung up the phone promptly.


Now for a little Q and A to popular questions.

Q: So why are you posting this story on a the 4chan when it really could be a blog?
A: Well it sort of involves Gamefaqs because that’s how it all started. I like the community here and I wanna you know...post what happened to me. Right. I don't care about moving out to a different sit.

Q: What is your contact? Do you mind getting xfire’s from random people?
A: Sure, I’ll have a conversation. If anyone wants to discuss this with me one on one, please be my guest. (my xfire is actawesome. My aim is extremevgff.)

Q: What is your girlfriends, and yours real name? It might get confusing if you keep saying ‘I’, and ‘my girlfriend’ all the time.
A: My real name is Adrian(contrary to what my Faq says). My girlfriends name is Venessa.

Q: How did you and your girlfriend meet up?
A: Nothing dramatic or anything of the sort.. I was just friends for awhile, and one day three or four months ago I asked her out.

Q: Your writing is awfully, full of vocabulary, why?
A: Simple answer. I want to become a writer. So I describe everything that happened to me like in a first person narrative. Yes I have written novels, to future questions, and yes their story plot and characters are better than the ones in this story. If anyone wants to see one of my old unfinished novels just ask. Finally yes I hope to published in a few years.

And finally the last Q(Most commonly asked).

Q: Is this story really real?
A: Believe what you want to believe.

The story seems cool, keep us updated.

Of course.

Dude, you should totally nail her!
Your probably fucked either way.
Sorry man :(

someone's been busy bumping the emos up

Interesting story is FAAAAAAKKKEEE

Fat sweaty Betty!
I know you like spaghetti,
so tell me when you're ready..

Poast more, although it's fake

I believe it's happening, seems too real to be fake....but I think your friend is just shitting you.

If it were real, you'd have called the police.

This is too damn ridiculous. Way too damn ridiculous. Right now I feel like a combination of several emotions at once. Hate, intrigue, sadness, it doesn’t end there. The only real words that can describe the events I just witnessed are below.


I arrived at the school around 7, as instructed, by the nearly dead voice. Before tonight I had never actually been even near my school after hours. It was strange seeing nobody in front or around my school. Needless to say it wasn’t as hard finding a parking place as usual.
When I got out of my car, I looked around, and saw a faint light with smoke coming out of it. Rushing to the light, I found no other than my friend Roberto. Well he was wearing different clothes than the previous day, which is a good thing since it rules out my zombie theory.
“Hey Rob,” I said in a chocking voice. “I didn’t know you smoked!”
Roberto let out a few puffs before responding.
“I do when I’m under stress.”
“Under stress huh,” I responded becoming a little impatient already. Honestly, there was no plan of me beating around the bush. “About what.”
“Stuff,” he replied briefly.
“What kind of stuff.”
“You know–,” he said trailing off. “We got that big assignment due the first day back from spring break, and there’s the fact that I don’t have a date for the prom.”
“Interesting,” I said in a boring voice. “Now what about yesterday?”
“Yesterday,” Roberto started in a singsong voice. “All my troubles seemed so faaaar awaaaayy. Now it looks as though they’re here to stay. How I believe, in yesterday!”
This was not the same person I had known for the last five years. It either wasn’t him, or something big happened. There was only one other occurrence I can think of where I saw Roberto in a mood like this. That was after a death in his family.
“What the fuck happened yesterday,” I blurted out.
“Adrian, listen to me closely. I care about you, so that’s why I’m going to tell you the next few sentences, and your going to follow them for the rest of your life.”
I was bewildered, Roberto continued on.
“Don’t play games ever again. Never pick up a controller, and especially never play on the PC. Sell your games, as soon as possible over different media’s such as ebay.”
“There’s no way I could do such a thing,” I yelled out. “I think your crazy.”
“And so would the police, if I told them what happened last night.”
“Well,” I responded raising an eyebrow. “What really did happen yesterday?”
“Long story short, I was held at gunpoint. Made lot’s of threats. They told me tell you the things I had just told you, and one more thing.”
“What’s this then?”
“Delete the thread on the 4CHAN TEXT BOARDS, and your blog. Don’t know what it means, but I believe you do.”
“The hell...”
There were too many things going on in my mind at this point, but I asked one more thing.
“Why couldn’t you tell me on the phone?”
“I don’t know, I just followed their orders.”
Roberto started walking away.
“Hey where are you going?”
He turned back and looked at me.
“To get wasted.”
“But–your not 21.”
“I know. You wanna come.”
“No thanks,” I replied as I started to run towards my car.


As you can see I did not delete the post, or my blog which has the same stuff.

...........
Interesting Story is Dramatic.

Interesting Story is lonelygirl15 bullshit.

"Gamers are bad news." - KITAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!
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>>25
   4th wall broken lol

Mmmm... interesting

Link to the blog plzkthx

>>25
 “We got that big assignment due the first day back from spring break, and there’s the fact that I don’t have a date for the prom.”
“Delete the thread on the 4CHAN TEXT BOARDS, and your blog. Don’t know what it means, but I believe you do.”
they can see into to the future! o shi-

>>15
Dude if your really going two be a writer then you need to learn how to write you're grammars proper. Thx

http://niggers.on.nimhp.org/

<a href=http://niggers.on.nimp.org>LOL</a>

I know this is a fake story but it should be a manga. pretty good.

update bitch

>>33

"You're" is you are.

It's "your."

Your grammar is improper, sir!

>>1
UPDATE

PIHB

"She had blond hair, and was considerably a few years older, probably a senior."

>>41
and that's the sort of thing they probably considered "awfully, full of vocabulary"

http://www.purepwnage.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=51453&hl=

"A certain familiar girl in a purple sweater was staring at the display idly, crouching down." so she wore the same shirt for two days in a row?

Alright, that whole ordeal with Roberto was pretty strange the other day. Saturday night, I just kept thinking about it over, and over. Then when Sunday morning rolled by, I decided to call Roberto. See what his reaction is; yaknow?
Surprisingly, he picked up the phone. We talked for a little while, but it was as if he hadn’t remembered the talk from the previous night. What I think though, is that he either suppressed the memory (he’s actually done that before), or he is just playing dumb by forgetting. Probably the latter.
With Venessa, I also saw her yesterday. We didn’t do much but like walk down to the starbucks, get some coffee and talk for awhile. Thankfully my life was becoming more mellow. Until something happened today that is.

It was around 2:30, the time where I go and pick out which mail is mine. I snatched the mail lightly with one hand, there was around 10 letters, this was average. Then I took them to the kitchen table.
“Parents, brother, brother, parents..” I muttered to myself as I was sorting out everything. So far there wasn’t any mail for me, but only for other people in the house. It kept going this way until I got to the very bottom.
There, strangely was a regular white letter. Except the letter wasn’t so regular after all. On the corner there was no stamp, which meant that it hadn’t gone through the post office. There were several muddy smudge mark type things, which I carefully looked at before opening it. But by far the most strange of all, was that in the center of this letter, was the typed name “Actawesome.”
With shaky hands, I sat down, turned on the vibrant reading light, and opened the letter. The writing was typed in what looked like a business letter format. I couldn’t remember exactly since, it had been long since I learned about it. The only thing really missing was the return address on both the letter, and the envelope. If this was some idea of a prank then I couldn’t expect there to be a return address though. As I read though the letter, my heart started beating faster, and faster. Below I have copied the letter word, by word, so you can see just exactly how frightening it is.

Tuesday April 3rd 2007
Dear Adrian, or should I say Actawesome,

Recently our group has seen your activity on the web. We have seen you post such blog type posts about your most recent excursions, and most recently posting on nerdyblog.com..

Stop it. Doing this is against the law as you are writing about people without their permission. If this continues we do not know what form of action we will do.

Do not show this letter to the police, as it will show no fingerprints whatsoever. Also do not repost this letter anywhere. Burn it as soon as possible.

Again we kindly request that you stop this immediately.

Signed
L

I don’t know who L is (besides the character in death note), but yeah. I’m not scared of them. I’m not breaking any law.

Gotta jet, meeting some friends at the mall.

A series of unfourtunate occurences.

warning contains spoilers for episode 25 of the anime Death Note.

As the title implies, I have been seeing some a vast number of strange occurrences as of late. I’ve began to feel paranoid, and am calling my friends and girlfriend to meet up quite often more than I usually did. No you don’t understand, I don’t want to be alone. Lately I’ve just been tempted, much by the letter, and message Roberto gave me to just delete everything related to this blog.
Another thing, I haven’t been updating as frequently because I am mostly scared of being alone. This conspiracy is quite real, and quite terrifying to me. As I said in the previous paragraph, I have seen some strange occurrences that I suspect relate to this incident. Evidently though, nothing advancing the plot today. Here are all the weird things I have experienced in the last three days since I got the letter, in the order they happened.

Do you remember how the letter was signed by L, and I said I didn’t know any L but the on in the anime ‘Death Note.’ For those who don’t know, ‘Death Note,’ is an anime which focused mostly on a rivalry between two genius’s. The good one, is named L (we never know his real name.)Well the most recent episode came out two days ago, and it focused on L. Now this episode came out AFTER I got the letter.
As the episode became more, and more intense, first L’s secondhand man died. Then in one of the most shocking scenes, L tumbled over in a dramatic heap. He stares at his rivals face before dying. How freaky is that, when put with a connection with the letter. Youtube the scene if you feel fit to connect it. Episode 25 of Death Note, L’s death.
What I think, is that he signed the name L, just because the person who wrote that letter knew I would get the message because I watch that anime, and would be thinking about said characters death.

Well that’s occurrence numero uno. The second strange thing that happened to me, isn’t as intense. Yesterday I was just browsing the internet, checking up on screwattack, when suddenly I got a random IM.
First, I thought it was some random guy who read my story trying to freak me out; but no, this went deeper.

Session Start (Slightlypwnage36:Actawesome): Thu Apr 05 21:54:19 2007
[21:54] slightlypwnage36: Hello Adrian.
[21:54] slightlypwnage36: What’s shaking my home brother, who goes to ******* *** (high school name), and who is friends with Sean and Steve.
[21:54] slightlypwnage36: Just to prove I’m not a poser.
[21:59] actawesome: How do you know this?
[21:59] actawesome: Are you L?
[21:59] actawesome: Well if you are, then leave me the fuck alone.
[21:59] slightlypwnage36: Watashi wa, L desu. Yes I am L, and now that you know we mean business, you are going to delete everything. Correct? In fact we’d be pleased if you never went on the internet again.
[22:00] actawesome: …
[22:00] actawesome: Screw you.
[22:00] actawesome: Don’t make other accounts.
Session close Actawesome. Slightlypwnage36 blocked Thu Apr 05 22:00:59 2007

This is probably by far the one that could be the most coincidental. Don’t even know why I’m saying this one, probably because I’m doing that thing a lot of paranoid people do. Overanalyzing. Anyways, so yesterday afternoon Venessa and I were on the bus, going to eat at some restaurant that was a little ways away. I couldn’t drive my car that day because of various reasons set by my parents. Something I don’t want to get into.
Anyways the bus stopped, letting a mid aged couple, probably well into their 50’s into the bus. They sat right next to us on the other side. Venessa and I still talked, but they seemed to talk louder.
“He died didn’t he hon,” the lady said as she sat down.
“Yes, yes he did. The man and his girlfriend both died,” said the man raspily as he followed suit of his wife. “All for not deleting the files.”
“Tsk, tsk. I mean it was only some stupid computer files. If he had just deleted them, maybe then the loved ones wouldn’t have gotten hurt, and everything would have been fine.”
After hearing this my heart skipped a beat from the nervousness. The only thing I could do was make the connection between this couple and L. Before I could hear more, my left arm was punched lightly by someone next to me.
“This is our stop,” Venessa spoke as she made me stand up and hurry out.
“Oh yeah,” I seemed to mutter in slight disappointment that I couldn’t hear the end of the couples conversation.
Before exiting the bus however, I glanced right back at them, and they did likewise, seemingly to acknowledge the fact that they were from L. Perhaps this was also my imagination, from the paranoia.

Finally, last night I had a dream. A dream in which I vividly remember exactly everything that happened in it. Most people say this is unordinary, since they barely remember dreams, but this is the first dream I ever remembered in my life. Nothing seemed to make sense in it, as I assume most dreams don’t. Then again, I’m one to overanalyze things, and I find deep symbolism buried in it. Tell me what you think.

So there I was in my livingroom. Everything was there, the tv was playing something on court tv, the rocking chair was rocking (although nobody was in it), and the sofa looked comfy as always. I walked down the hall to my room.
“So this is your room,” my girlfriend called out before I even stepped through the door.
“Yeah,” I replied “A little on the messy side isn’t it?”
“Not at all”
“Yeah so everything is fine in here.”
“What about your computer, why is the screen smashed?”
I looked over to it, and lo and behold the screen was smashed.
“I don’t know, I’ll probably have to get another one.”
“Why am I dead?”
I looked to where she was just a moment ago, and she was there all right. There on the floor in a big pile of blood.
Somehow I didn’t seem to care. I thought about how I’d only been with her 3 months, and Venessa didn’t exactly mean the world to me. Looking back at this dream I seemed like a douche.
Anyways, suddenly I was walking through the fall, and varous members of my family were sprawled dead on the floor. Even those that hadn’t lived here. I made my way to the front door of the house. Through it was a small tiny balded man.
“Hello,” I said. “Do you know what’s wrong here?”
“You didn’t delete it, and everyone died because of you.”
“Why don’t I care then?:
“Because,” the balded man spoke in a dramatic pause. “This was a dream.”
I woke up panting.
[b]


Yup, it’s defenetly friday the thirteenth.
April 13th, 2007

As I am writing this, I am fighting back tears. One of my worst fears has happened to me, tonight. Though I had planned to keep this blog only about the conspiracy itself, I felt a need to post this on here. Sometime in the next few minutes as I am writing out the events that have already happened to me tonight, tears will break out, and I will have to take a step away from the computer. Don’t be alarmed if it seems some parts where written in different time intervals.

The beginning of the tragedy I have hinted at, only happened today. But for some reason I have the need to tell you a short of what had happened so far this week.
After some of the weird occurrences, on the week prior; I kept my head low. Spring break finally ended, and I returned to school. Finally after two days, I had felt as if this whole thing had been fiction. No more conspiracies, no more drama, regular school life. Well there was still all of the drama that incorporated school life, but that’s just regular.
Knowing the way my school works isn’t vital to understanding this whole ordeal. Though, it might be helpful since I may be talking about school talk more often now. I am in a senior, in a charter high school. My schedule usually goes 1st-nutrition-2nd-3rd-lunch-4th-5th-6h. Usually at nutrition I hang out with my ex-girlfriend, and at lunch I do too. That’s most of the time; other times I hang out with different crowds. Looks as if I’ll be having to do that more often.
So today at nutrition and lunch, nothing especially happened. Though I did notice my girlfriend having a different type of tension about me, and she questioned what I did in my free time a little more often than ever before. I probably should have seen the foreshadowing, because tonight is when she called me.

‘Do-do-do-dodo-do-do,’ the familiar happy mario ringtone sounded. Funnily enough I was in the middle of playing ‘Super Paper Mario’ on my wii, and paused it once the phone rang. Before picking it up however, I checked to see who it was. Yeah it was who you all expected, Venessa. The time cought my eye; 5:45. It seemed as I’d just gotten home from school.
“What’s up,” I said cooly; not sure if she’d heard all of since I opened up the phone while saying it. “We’re still meeting tonight at 8 right?”
There was a short pause. “I-I don’t know.”
My face churned, I suppose and became more serious. “What do you mean?”
“Your blog,” Venessa said, in a tone that seemed to get angrier each word. “You lied to me all this time. About so many things! How could you?”
Knowing me, I probably gasped, but my heart was beating too fast to notice. With a loss of words, 5 seconds later I began talking.
“ Who told you?”
“Is that REALLY all you care about? Who told me; so that you can confront them?”
“No-I-I care about you.”
“My ass you do. Maybe I could forgive you for seeing the ‘crazy blonde’ (this was a nickname we had both given her reminiscing the event) again, but no girl would forgive you for that dream you had and posted.”
“Look, I even said that I felt like a douche looking back at it.”
I heard a cute little sigh on the other end of the phone.
“The fact that you would post that; including information about me over the internet; disgusts me completely.”
“The truth of the matter; is that I never expected you would find out about it.”
“I hope you know; I feel as if I’ve been cheated on.”
“By who? My computer,” I said regaining some mental strength.
“A guy shouldn’t lie to their girlfriend. I always thought you were a nice guy.”
“So now you think I’m an asshole?”
“Yes I do, and people like Jake who tell people about these things aren’t assholes.”
“So Jake told you then?”
“No-no I never said that.” Suddenly a giggle burst out from the phone.
It WAS Jake. I know that Venessa is a horrible liar, and she tries to cover for things in such stupid ways; it makes her laugh.
“What now,” I proposed. “Are you going to break up with me?”
“That’s exactly what I was getting at, thanks.”
As if a wire cut through the phone, the call was terminated by her.
So ends my first girlfriend that’s actually lasted more than a month.
At this point I went over to my bed, and layed down. For the past hour, I have been contemplating whether or not to post this on the internet, when I realized it was my right too. I walked over to the computer and began posting the things you have just read. This incident relates to the plot people are guessing at, and it does fit with my life, as blogs usually do.
If you are reading this now Venessa, I am truly sorry. I know you won’t appreciate the apology though, so I’ll say no more.

The interesting thing about this entire horrible ordeal is that Jake told her. Jake is a super fat asshole at my school; who can only be compared to a bowling ball. His life goal; it always seemed, is to piss everyone. He knows this so if Jake is reading this, it’s nothing anyone doesn’t know already. Monday I’ll have to have a talk with him. As I’ve said much, much, earlier I am not a violent guy, but perhaps he’s come too far. First I’ll talk to him before engaging in a fight, which it probably won’t come too.

Someone’s lying.
April 24th, 2007

Sorry for the lack of updates as of late. This weekend was pretty crazy, and I’ve been loaded with schoolwork. Hell, I’m procrastinating my math work as we speak by not doing it. Not as much happened with the whole Jake thing as I would have liked. Take a look for yourself, below.

So as I explained in the last post, lunch is after third period, which for me is science class. It was boring as ever, but this is the only class I have Jake in my period. Luckily enough (now at least), Venessa was not in that class.
While talking is strictly prohibited by that teacher unless he says otherwise, he’s old and doesn’t notice when we pass notes. While that class is usually ample sleeptime for me, I took out my pen and started writing in my sub par handwriting a note to Jake. It read the following.

Jake meet me after class. I have to talk to you about something.

After sending this, I did not expect a reply. Instead, I merely thought he would know the subject that was being implied and not use his tiny, tiny brainpower to formulate a message towards me. A few moments later I did receive a reply.

About what? Your gay love to me? Sorry I’m straight.

It’s not like he was specifically pissing on me only, he would do that to anyone provided the chance came up.. That’s just what pure asshole’s are, I guess. Anyways I thought of making another note to pass, but decided not too. If Jake wasn’t going to wait, then I was just gonna go after him.
My mind at that point, drifted to other subjects regarding this recent chain of events. What does all this have to do with video gaming? What does Betty have to do with anything? Was Roberto just repressing a memory? Lately, I’d felt like someone was watching me. All of these things filled my mind, and they were impossible to dismiss no matter how hard I tried.
Soon enough the period ended, and to my surprise Jake was waiting at the door.
“This better be good, I have to go eat.” WELL that’s an understatement, he’s already fat as is.
“We have to talk,” I said in a devious tone. “Over there.”
I was pointing to where the lockers were located and no people were around. Was perfect if a fight broke out. That wasn’t in my game plan, as I reflected on the short walk there.
My game plan was, to start off the conversation very casually. Then when the time is right to bring up the subject, if he doesn’t bring it up first. All I want to know is how he got the address. Jake isn’t someone who uses the internet, or even plays games very much.
“So, did you hear about me breaking up with Venessa?”
“Yeah, I heard, and I aint interested in gay sex, sorry.”
“Well-“
”Are we done here,” Jake said already walking away.
He wasn’t but 2 feet away when instinct took over.
“I think you have something to do with it.”
So far this was not as planned. I hadn’t expected right at the beginning of the conversation just too blurt it out.
Jake stopped in his tracks, and turned around. “What?”
A student came running through the hall right next to us. Not every hall can be deserted 100% of the time.
“When she was breaking up with me, your name was blurted out. Probably an accident, I dunno.”
“And?”
“How did you find out about my website?”
Jake laughed. “So, did you come here to kick my ass?”
“Answer the fucking question,” surely my voice was being raised.
Another laugh escaped Jake’s throat. “If only you knew, four eyes. I broke you guys up on purpose. She wasn’t supposed to say though, bitch.”
“I said answer the FUCKING question.”
“Your dear friend Roberto.”
“What?” I blinked.
“Your best friend. The latino one.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“Roberto told me that if I tell Venessa the website where your blog is at, then she’ll get pissed at you and stop being your girlfriend. Worked like a charm.”
“I know my friend, and I don’t believe you.”
“Ask him, yourself.”
“Why would you want me to break up with Venessa in the first place?”
“A nerd like you doesn’t deserve a girl. Someone who spends all there time playing video games, should stay to videogames.”
Suddenly I walked up towards him. Hit him right in the face, with my right hand. “FUCK YOU.”
“Your punches are for pussy’s” was his only reply. Then he hit me back, in a place on my face where the bruise remains even so it’s been a week.
After that he said something along the lines of “now were even,” but in particular I didn’t care to get expelled because of a fight. So I didn’t throw another punch, and neither did he. Jake walked away, and my only thought was to find Roberto. What if that moron was right?
As I ran through the school, I had not found him in 3 usual places where he hangs out. Finally at the fourth place I found him next to these girls.
“Ey’ dude whats up,” he saw me out breath.
“Roberto, I need to talk too you, in private?”
“Ok,” he said non reluctantly as we walked a few steps away. “What about?”
“Did you, or did you not tell Jake about nerdyblog? Did you also tell him to tell Venessa?”
Roberto looked at me weird. “What are you talking about, what’s nerdyblog?”
“The website I have. Remember? Where I post everything about Betty.”
“Who’s Betty?”
“Dude your hopeless. Remember the girl that you chased after and then told me all this negative game stuff.”
“Can we talk about this later? I don’t know what your talking about, ok.”
Roberto walked away.

Tomorrow I’ll try speaking with him again and see how it goes. SOMEONE here is lying.

as fake as this is, its interesting as hell, i want to hear more

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B/e-climax coming soon?
The title explains it all.

Fuck, life has not been going good for me recently. Ever since I broke up with Venessa there seems to be a aura of uncertainty and darkness around me. I’ve been able to contemplate my thoughts better, sure, but I get that ever ominous feeling that someone is watching me. As with always, I’ve been trying to be with people, and have been more afraid to be alone than ever. I guess it doesn’t help I’m reading a Stephen King book right now, huh?
It isn’t even that feeling that mostly been bothering me as of late, it’s more of the way my life has been plummeting. A few events, as I’ll describe in the next few minutes make me think a climax is approaching. Whichever organization, or whatever the hell they are, that has been watching me, is about to make their stand against me. That much I can sense. I think what I am feeling is true fear for my life, something I can only confide on the internet and in my closest friends.


Yesterday, I saw spider-man 3 with a few friends at a nearby theater. This isn’t a movie blog, so I won’t rant about how good the movie was, or how it messed up Venom. Anyhoo, when I was coming back home everything was normal. I normally walked from the car to my door. I normally walked down the hall to where my room was. As much as I’d like to write about an ominous feeling I was having, it just wasn’t happening.
Everything was normal, except the computer was totally destroyed. The case, the monitor; everything. A huge hammer was lodged right in the center of my dell case. I couldn’t tell what destroyed the monitor, although it was probably the hammer. The monitor just had a huge crack in the center, from what looked like black junk spilling out.
“What the hell,” I yelled 5 seconds later, totally in shock.
I suspect nobody heard me, and I stood there for another 20 second in awe, before running to my brothers room. I slammed open the door; surprisingly it wasn’t locked.
“WHAT HAPPENED TO MY COMPUTER,” I yelled out before he could complain about me being in there.
“What are you talking about,” my brother called. “Did you get another virus.”
“No, it’s completely destroyed. Tell me what happened to it!”
“Dunno,” he said. “Are you fucking with me?”
“You were the only one here today, did something happen?”
“Not a thing,” he said quite calmly. My brother wouldn’t be so calm after he saw what happened to me PC.
I quickly led him to my room, where he saw the broken computer.
“Holy shit,” my brother yelled out finally. “This is like...wow.”
Completly speechless, as I was just a few minutes ago.
“What’s that,” I suddenly said noticing something that was in plain sight. There was a note on my keyboard this whole time, that I hadn’t noticed because of the shock.
I ran up to it and quickly read it. There were muddy handprints quite like before, but this time the letter was more on the short and brief size. Only having two sentences, the note was short and simple to it’s point..

This time is the real last straw. Do not tell the police on us, or we guarantee you will be sorry. -Betty

“What are we going to do,” my older brother stammered out.
“I’m calling the police.”
When things get so big that it involves breaking and entering, and smashing a computer worth thousands of dollars, then it get’s into the laws hands. Whether Betty likes it or not, I did call the police. They came over, and I filed a report. My parents came home much after that, and were surprised aswell.
While filing the report the policeman who was doing so came over to my whole family and asked us bunches of questions. I was the one with most of the answers. When he asked if I knew anyone who had a grudge against me, or anyone who was named Betty I did decline. Would suck if the world found out about my blog, eh? Including close family members like my brother and parents.
So now I’m computerless. I had to watch PP episode 13, write this blog post, and do other numerous functions on my friend’s computer. Sorry man.

In another news, Roberto still denies everything. I think he’s starting to think I’m going mad, who knew. Funnily enough I’m going to the mall where everything first started tomorrow to meet some of my friends, Roberto included. I doubt anything will happen, but I’m just telling you guys a heads up, just incase something does happen. Right now as I’m writing this a paranoid energy surrounds me, why can’t I get it through my head that nobody is probably watching me? Well, they probably are.

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Goodbye everyone

This is the final post I will give. Thank you to all the people who enjoyed all of the posts I have made. The whole thing ends quite humorously.
All of this, was a joke by Roberto and his friends. Ha-ha. Right from the beginning they planned everything. From me meeting Betty again at the mall, to the computer smashing.
There was never any evil organization. Hahahahahahah. That was all a complete joke. So don’t think that there’s like people who want to eradicate gaming. At the mall they sprung all of this on me. Funny guys they are, huh? I was mad at first but then I was fine with it. They even promised to buy a new computer.
So to all the people who I have communicated through with xfire, aim, pms, forums, and emails goodbye to all of you. I will never be seen on the internet ever again. I’ve decided to give up the internet and gaming. I suggest you guys do too.
Earlier I mentioned I would give my real name out and begin becoming an author. Screw that. I’ve decided to stop writing. It’s boring and a waste of time; much like gaming.

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I'm alive...for now
Posted May 19th 2007.

But I might not be for long. The past week I have had many tribulations I have forgotten about school, and josh, and everyone. The past week as some of you have known I have been captured if you bothered to read the 1337. I’m sorry for this post, and how the grammar might not be that good. I have no time to spell-check, no time to read over my stuff. They might be coming at any second and as of right now my fingers are writing like the wind. I will say as much as I can but if I hear even a footstep fuck this I’m quickly pressing publish and turning off this computer I’m on. There are just too many things I want to say!

So as I briefly mentioned before, on my way out from the mall in the parking lot where nobody was, I was knocked out suddenly. At least that’s what I think happened since that’s the last thing I could remember. The paranoia had gotten to me. Familiar hallways had become longer and longer. And even the simplest shadow got me jumpy the days before the capture. Slowly my mind had dismantled every security I had known and I was scared. As I result I had a horrible dream and woke up panting wherever the fuck I was. Wherever the fuck I was is right.
The walls were pink, there were teddy bears on the bed. There was a window but it was too small and too high up to actually climb through. It was a little girls room, how fucked up was that. I looked on the desk where the pink monitor was and saw a video camera. Next to it was some chicken on a plate, a drink, and a cell phone. A few moments latter the phone rang, the ring tone was some backstreet boys song.
“Hello Adrian,” Betty’s voice sounded to me.
“Where am I,” I said in an annoyed scared voice. “Why am I here?”
“You know why you’re here. You didn’t delete the blog. As a result you are going to end it now.”
“End it..” I said slowly. “You mean delete it? That will only mean people will try to find me. Besides someone I’m sure has it saved.”
“No,” said Betty in a cute tone. “I mean I want you to end it. End the story and type exactly as I say.”
“Or what?”
“Or I’ll kill you right now.”
Suddenly I heard a gunshot from the hall outside the room. I went over and tried the door, it was locked.
“My friend has a gun, and SHE isn’t that bad of aim. I say the word and she comes in there and blows your cute little face off. That also goes for if you turn off the camera or fail to follow instructions. This is a cover up.”
“Ok,” I said moving the mouse. “I’m doing it.”
I quickly logged into my nerdyblog and pure pwnage account and wrote exactly what she said, which was the last message on there.
“Can I write something else Betty?”
“It depends what it is, and only if you do a favor for me.”
“Sure, sure anything.”
I figured I would talk in the language only gamers could understand. I would make the 1337 seem unreasonable and like gibberish. But was Betty really that retarded? I guess so, since she believed every word that it spoke. After I submitted there was nothing I could do, but play the waiting game.
After that I sat down and Betty had said if I needed anything to call her. So after a few minutes of getting my head straight, I decided to call the police using the phone no signal. Then the phone rang.
“Did you forget my number swe–“
Holy shit I hear footsteps. Fuck and I was writing like the wind too. I have to go but note this wasn’t even 1/4th of the things I wanted to tell you. Right now I’m on the run from her…asl;ksdfl;sf’aldfaoskaks’dfkasdfkasffffffffffffffffffff,;l,;;;;;;;;;,fkasdla
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A great loss. May 24th

A great friend has been lost. The previous writer of this blog, Adrian(AKA Actawesome), is dead. This is Roberto, Adrian’s friend who was mentioned in the blog a lot. He died five days ago, and since then I’d been in mourning. I still am. In fact, I was there when he died, and this is an experience that will haunt me forever. I—I…believe that Adrian would have wanted his readers to know why he died. As of now, I don’t feel up to it to recount the experience on how he died. I was there though, perhaps my version will give a different insite into the story. For now, I’ll just copy and paste an article found in CNN. When I feel a little bit better, after the funeral maybe, I’ll come back one last time to tell my events.
Let us all remember Adrian, and please note that he was my best friend and one of the nicest people that you’ll ever meet. You’re the greatest man. ;_;. Post this on any forum you can. Let everyone know Adrian died for a great cause. In memory of the person who previously wrote this blog!

Los Angeles, California(CNN) — May 18th, 2007 –Seventeen year old Adrian Knils was found dead on the LA river earlier today. This young man had not returned home several days and was assumed kidnaped.

“Lately he had been getting into some strange things” said former girlfriend Venessa. “All in all he was a great person and will be missed.”

“Adrian was the greatest son a family can have” also quotes his parents. “We are extremely sad and had been looking everywhere to find our son. He was literally the whole world to us. We love him.

There were no other footprints, or evidence found at the crime. Forensic reports state that it was a suicide. Where he was the past 7 days remains a mystery. If you have any information please call us.

Adrian’s parents plan to hold a service for him on the 26th. It is public and if you knew him you are welcome to come and pay your respects.

None of the people outside had heard anything. All of his friends are extremely sad for Adrian, stating that he was not the type of person to commit a suicide.

Article by Adam Miller

nigger story

damn

Lame. Wasn't interesting or exciting.

>>57
dude it was the balls

lame and fake

Bah. With a story this bad, you should have died for real.

nobody ever reads more than a paragraph of words on the internet, it just isn't worth it

insert.."you gonna get raped" picture

>>61
truth
also, niggers

rofr

>>64
Jap