Stories as told by Uncle John
#1
Well, shoutbox is f
So in the meantime, write a story
Any story
And I'll post a vocaroo, it'll be me doing a dramatic reading of said story
Get creative
Best one gets 10 rep, runner up gets 5
ONLY THE FIRST 10 STORIES ARE ELIGIBLE TO WIN
THE CONTESTANTS

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#2
The life of Timothy:

      RaidForums has finally gotten tired of  Timothy! The whole community decides to surround poor Timothy with puffs of flames, spewing from their mouths. The Dox has been made, and soon, his whole family shall be endangered. Soon, the whole web shall have his information, even his most embarrassing secrets. Timothy, with all hope lost in this devastating world, finds himself on top of a ten story high building, looking down at the world below. He closes his eyes, feeling the wind waving through his face. He wonders what he has done to deserve this, and takes one more deep breath of air. Slowly, leans back, and lets gravity do the work. Wait, what's that you say? What is happening? Well, let's go back to the beginning.

     This is the story of a teenager by the name of  Timothy. He may not look like anyone special, which is correct, since he is an average Normie. Some may even call him, not a, but THE new fag on most places he joins. Timothy, being the fucking Normie he is, walks to school as usual. The day is the same old routine with just going to his classes, never talking to anyone. He just sits tight in the back, hoping no one shall notice him. It's during lunch time which he fears. He feels as if the whole school is against him for no reason. Everyone laughs, makes fun of him, and calls him weird due to his oversize forehead. While crying, he dashes towards the bathroom door, locks it, and pulls out his small razor blade. At this point, everyone has forced him to believe it's his own fault that this happens to him. He scrapes the blades against his arms, causing blood to gash out. Smears the blood all over his face. Looks into the mirror. "You should have never existed," he says to himself. Once he heard pounding at the door, he quickly washes the blood from his face, and walks outside. It was the janitor. Seems like school had been over for a while, and no one noticed. Timothy goes straight home.

   As soon as Timothy arrives home, he gets on his laptop. Goes on ROBLOX to an Online Dating game just to have that sensation that someone cares for him. He knows the girls are way too young here, but he does not care. After couple hours of this, he tries to take his frustrations from school, and turn it into something productive. By productive, I mean, just trolling random people on ROBLOX. It is what basic new fags like himself do: go onto games, and just say the most random crap he can think of. Sometimes it may involve  making harsh comments directly towards the user, far more than just trolling. Calling them out, saying their mothers don't' love them, etc. One day his trolling "friend" told him about twitch raiding. Where people go on streams, and basically do the same thing, yet there are far more trolls they can do. After couple weeks of doing the Normie songrequest trolling and shit, Timothy decided how he had to step up his game. He searched up on Google: "Twitch Raids". He saw couple results come up, but there was one that he kek'ed the most. Some people got a kid to bake their Xbox in a microwave. Timothy thought this was fake at first, but found out it was legit. In the description of the video, he saw it was from a website called: Raidforums.com. Timothy thought this might be good, and decided to sign up. However, he did not know how this action would lead to his downfall.  

   He struggled in making a decent username for himself. He wished to chose one in which would be easily recognizable to all.  After some thought, he decided to name himself RBLXTRollz1337. He thought it would be nice to introduce himself to this new community. The Grand Master Elder, Predator was the first to reply to this thread. He told Timothy to please make sure to read the rules, yet this warning was dismissed. Timothy heard of this streamer that was a complete joke on twitch. Her name is BrittneyVenti. Timothy had seen some videos of this raid, and thought it was the most brilliant idea that the community raids her. He posts the stream on the Shoutbox, however, the members quickly  tell him it was this thing called...bait? Some even called him a Rftechpony, and the mods deleted his post. Timothy, unaware of what was going on, decides to post it again. Same result happens, but Timothy thinks it was just a glitch with the chat. As he posted the same link the third time, his account had been banned.  Unaware of the multi accounting rule, he makes another account. No one seems suspicious since his last one got banned quite fast, before anyone really knew who he was. He decided to try to raid anyways. 

  Timothy got on the BrittneyVenti stream, and saw people post some *do not use url shorteners* links. Being the Rftechpony he is, he clicked one which contained a funny picture of Adolf Hitler. He thought this so funny, he had to share it with the rest of the community. He posted the link up in the Shout Box, and people clicked it and kek'ed as well, but it turned out to be an IP logger. Couple members of the site got ddos'ed, and blamed Timothy for this. Some mods were even calling out Timothy. Timothy thought they just liked to pick on new fags, so made a fail attempt at roasting the mods. He thought they would be funny, but they weren't. After several of these stunts later, the community began getting pretty furious with Timothy. He thought people liked him, and people asked him for his skype. Timothy being the new fag again, gave it out very easily. His facebook and email was connected through this skype. The members kek'ed how easy it was to make a decent DOX out of Timothy. They began sending unusual mails to his house. In one case, someone had sent a severed cat head with a note reading: "You really screwed up, Timothy. You are now our toy." Members sent hookers, pizzas, even pedophiles to Timothy's house.

  After two days, Timothy's parents began to notice what was happening. He could not keep this secret hidden any longer, and told his parents the whole situation. Instead of helping, they just yelled at Timothy, and smacked him in the face. Weeks went by, and same things happened day after day. Timothy began losing hope in this world. The raids on his house did not seem to be calming down anytime soon. He decided to go on a little walk around the town to clear his head. He began to getting bad thoughts. Remembering school life, home life, web life, and just thought enough was enough. Walked inside a tall building, and took the elevator to the roof.....and this is where we left off.
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#3
there was a man, a man named john.
john was living a simple life, poland 1932. All was well as he fought day by day to defend his home from the germans.
When the germans brought tanks to the vicinity his wife decided to abandon his home to move to the americas. He begged and pleaded with her day after day But she packed my suit case and sent him on his way. She gave him a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. he put my Walkman on and said, 'he might as well kick it'. First class, yo this is bad. Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like? Hmmmmm this might be alright.

do i win

edit: your microphone is pure cancer, like srsly its horrible.
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#4
Welcome to a land that we call the shoutbox! A land filled with Rftechponys, oldfags, godfags, and bluefags!
This is a cancerous place that may only be entered by the dankest, most jihadi people out there.
Legend says that no one has ever returned after hearing the rarest pepe in the wilderness

*insert REEEEEEEEEEEEEEE screech here*

There comes an end to a place such as the shoutbox, but only after countless trials of weeaboos and childporn.
Enjoy your night, fellow forumer, for it may be your last.

*insert John Cena here*
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#5
(09-19-2015, 08:00 AM)Gandalf Wrote:  there was a man, a man named john.
john was living a simple life, poland 1932. All was well as he fought day by day to defend his home from the germans.
When the germans brought tanks to the vicinity his wife decided to abandon his home to move to the americas. He begged and pleaded with her day after day But she packed my suit case and sent him on his way. She gave him a kiss and then she gave me my ticket. he put my Walkman on and said, 'he might as well kick it'. First class, yo this is bad. Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass. Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like? Hmmmmm this might be alright.

do i win

edit: your microphone is pure cancer, like srsly its horrible.
I'm aware, but poorfag
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#6
(09-19-2015, 08:04 AM)T1GFB32 Wrote:  'Clicks the link' Umm.... next time don't say the ( and the ) please.

EDIT: Your mic is horrible. And also, What the f is that quality please?
I just say it how it is. Like it or fuck off. Your choice
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#7
(09-19-2015, 08:34 AM)T1GFB32 Wrote:  Hey. Please delete mine.
Don't worry I fixed my mic Wink
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#8
(09-19-2015, 08:21 AM)MikeHawk Wrote:  Welcome to a land that we call the shoutbox! A land filled with Rftechponys, oldfags, godfags, and bluefags!
This is a cancerous place that may only be entered by the dankest, most jihadi people out there.
Legend says that no one has ever returned after hearing the rarest pepe in the wilderness

*insert REEEEEEEEEEEEEEE screech here*

There comes an end to a place such as the shoutbox, but only after countless trials of weeaboos and childporn.
Enjoy your night, fellow forumer, for it may be your last.

*insert John Cena here*

;-; pls
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#9
When i was 15 i discovered an old house.
It was a desolately placed house, dark and creepy, it was in what i would say only the most generous of places.
I sighed though for me, i needed some adventure.
And so being dumb, i accepted the adventure that awaited me within.
The moment i stepped into the house though, i had almost immediately regretted it, the time it had took me to find a way to get inside,
the hour i spent picking at the metal to open an area for me to squeeze into in order to achieve my goal....
I had never regretted something so fast.
Along the walls was blood, it was dripping from the top hems of the walls, long thick lines of mold surrounded the dripping magnolia,
scratches lined doors and couches.
I wanted to scream, i wanted to turn around and run. But i didn't. I stared for at least 3 minutes and then, i ran. But
the moment i turned around the opening was gone. Nothing. I panicked. Freaked almost, blood, splatters of puss and
mold from the rotting smell that seemed to reach to inches of this old house. 
Of course my act didn't last long cause something had wavered over me, a sincere type of kindness almost-
"You're going to be okay love"
And that's the last i could remember.
It wasn't until i woke up hours later i had even realized just how stupid i really was.
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#10
Done, I edited my last post containing my story. Sorry for it being a bit too long. I got kinda lazy near the ending. Smile
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#11
(09-19-2015, 09:03 AM)Mimi Wrote:  When i was 15 i discovered an old house.
It was a desolately placed house, dark and creepy, it was in what i would say only the most generous of places.
I sighed though for me, i needed some adventure.
And so being dumb, i accepted the adventure that awaited me within.
The moment i stepped into the house though, i had almost immediately regretted it, the time it had took me to find a way to get inside,
the hour i spent picking at the metal to open an area for me to squeeze into in order to achieve my goal....
I had never regretted something so fast.
Along the walls was blood, it was dripping from the top hems of the walls, long thick lines of mold surrounded the dripping magnolia,
scratches lined doors and couches.
I wanted to scream, i wanted to turn around and run. But i didn't. I stared for at least 3 minutes and then, i ran. But
the moment i turned around the opening was gone. Nothing. I panicked. Freaked almost, blood, splatters of puss and
mold from the rotting smell that seemed to reach to inches of this old house. 
Of course my act didn't last long cause something had wavered over me, a sincere type of kindness almost-
"You're going to be okay love"
And that's the last i could remember.
It wasn't until i woke up hours later i had even realized just how stupid i really was.
I wonder if your signature had anything to inspire you
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#12
(09-19-2015, 09:17 AM)Blood Lust Wrote:  
(09-19-2015, 09:03 AM)Mimi Wrote:  When i was 15 i discovered an old house.
It was a desolately placed house, dark and creepy, it was in what i would say only the most generous of places.
I sighed though for me, i needed some adventure.
And so being dumb, i accepted the adventure that awaited me within.
The moment i stepped into the house though, i had almost immediately regretted it, the time it had took me to find a way to get inside,
the hour i spent picking at the metal to open an area for me to squeeze into in order to achieve my goal....
I had never regretted something so fast.
Along the walls was blood, it was dripping from the top hems of the walls, long thick lines of mold surrounded the dripping magnolia,
scratches lined doors and couches.
I wanted to scream, i wanted to turn around and run. But i didn't. I stared for at least 3 minutes and then, i ran. But
the moment i turned around the opening was gone. Nothing. I panicked. Freaked almost, blood, splatters of puss and
mold from the rotting smell that seemed to reach to inches of this old house. 
Of course my act didn't last long cause something had wavered over me, a sincere type of kindness almost-
"You're going to be okay love"
And that's the last i could remember.
It wasn't until i woke up hours later i had even realized just how stupid i really was.
I wonder if your signature had anything to inspire you
Bitch please i'm the unknown comment anyway
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