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