Someone's Stalking Me on Team Liquid - Page 4

On December 03 2011 07:15 3FFA wrote:

He gets it
edit: @ Bibbit's song.
1) A quick suggestion from a choir member- Work on your pronunciation at the start.
2) What is the meaning of this? o.o
3) So, when is the wedding date?
edit2:
4) Now we know your name lol...

On December 03 2011 08:23 Torenhire wrote:
Those aren't annoying PMs

Here's a few gems from my inbox..






Here's a good one. I open up to see this.


Just so we're clear, this PM is in MASSIVE letters. I can't even zoom out and see more than 2 lines...

On December 03 2011 05:55 3FFA wrote:

Why does my comedy always get bm from you and only you? And no... I'm not "like 12" =/

On December 03 2011 05:47 p4NDemik wrote:
i hope you guys meet at some point irl to make this as awkward as possible.

On December 03 2011 08:30 Bibbit wrote:


1) I'm not one to take advice from randoms who claim to have credentials (dumb ones at that, I've also been in a choir and its not an accomplishment) but its not a song I have practiced anyway, just the first one I could think of that seemed vaguely relevant.
2) It means we're breaking up and we aren't going out anymore
3) See #2
4) It's not a secret, I'll be surprised if I've mentioned it here less than 4 times.

ty for the concern though

On December 03 2011 13:11 Bibbit wrote:
He's 12 or something so I'd be arrested. T_T

On December 03 2011 13:30 VeNoM HaZ Skill wrote:
Such a somber ending, so I'll write my own.


Bibbit, having banned 3FFA from his blog, considered to be free to carry on his pre-3FFA life. He went to the same old places, he played the old same games, watched the same movies. But no matter what he did, there was a faint pain in the back of his mind, gradually growing, slowly but surely. At first he brushed it off, nothing more than a coincidence, just a side effect of the seasonal shift. But as the days passed on and the daylight waned, Bibbit found himself in more intense pain with every passing day. It all seemed to be too much...

[3 Months later]

Seeking to find an end to his mental torment, he scheduled with an appointment with the town's top psychiatrist. After many hours over the course of many weeks, the psychiatrist diagnosed Bibbit with a severe case of depression. Every 4 hours, he took a pill. Yes, it did numb the pain, but it could never stop it from worsening; he could still feel it, slowly encroaching on what was left of his sanity. Our hero seemed to be spending every all his time at the bar, trying to drink away his sorrows. Friends and family, all concerned, called Bibbit. But it was futile, he was lost inside of his own mind, a swirling vortex of suffering.

He looked over the city, his vision hazy, leaning against the railing of his penthouse balcony. The lights seemed to play the saddest of symphonies. In one of his few moments of clarity he knew the doctor was wrong: it wasn't clinical depression, it was a broken heart. He knew what had to be done. He moved as fast as he could to his computer, logging onto TL, he spammed PM's to 3FFA (how ironic). In his frenzy of clicking he managed to notice that the last time 3FFA had posted was months ago. A singular curse word escaped his lips in frustration. He skulked to his personal wet-bar and grabbed he bottle of whiskey, and started to drink. A few hours later a knocking on his door woke him up...

Listen to this for effect: Music

He pulled himself upright and made his way the the door. There were no questions asked or spy holes peeped, he just opened the door.

On December 03 2011 13:30 VeNoM HaZ Skill wrote:
Such a somber ending, so I'll write my own.


Bibbit, having banned 3FFA from his blog, considered to be free to carry on his pre-3FFA life. He went to the same old places, he played the old same games, watched the same movies. But no matter what he did, there was a faint pain in the back of his mind, gradually growing, slowly but surely. At first he brushed it off, nothing more than a coincidence, just a side effect of the seasonal shift. But as the days passed on and the daylight waned, Bibbit found himself in more intense pain with every passing day. It all seemed to be too much...

[3 Months later]

Seeking to find an end to his mental torment, he scheduled with an appointment with the town's top psychiatrist. After many hours over the course of many weeks, the psychiatrist diagnosed Bibbit with a severe case of depression. Every 4 hours, he took a pill. Yes, it did numb the pain, but it could never stop it from worsening; he could still feel it, slowly encroaching on what was left of his sanity. Our hero seemed to be spending every all his time at the bar, trying to drink away his sorrows. Friends and family, all concerned, called Bibbit. But it was futile, he was lost inside of his own mind, a swirling vortex of suffering.

He looked over the city, his vision hazy, leaning against the railing of his penthouse balcony. The lights seemed to play the saddest of symphonies. In one of his few moments of clarity he knew the doctor was wrong: it wasn't clinical depression, it was a broken heart. He knew what had to be done. He moved as fast as he could to his computer, logging onto TL, he spammed PM's to 3FFA (how ironic). In his frenzy of clicking he managed to notice that the last time 3FFA had posted was months ago. A singular curse word escaped his lips in frustration. He skulked to his personal wet-bar and grabbed he bottle of whiskey, and started to drink. A few hours later a knocking on his door woke him up...

Listen to this for effect: Music

He pulled himself upright and made his way the the door. There were no questions asked or spy holes peeped, he just opened the door. In front of him stood the man who had haunted not only his dreams, but his every waking moment for the past weeks. Minutes passed before either of them said a word, until the tension became unbearable.

"I missed you.." Bibbit admitted.
"Then why did you try to get rid of me in the first place?" 3FFA cried.

*Thunder cracked and it began to rain, but the noise seemed to be removed from this world*

"I didn't know that this was how it things were going to be."
"Well maybe you should've thought about that before you removed me from your life."
"Just shut up!" Bibbit roared, "You have no right to tell me what I did wrong you started this!"
"Why did even call me here?" 3FFA choked back the tears that flooded his eyes.
"I don't know anymore," Bibbit replied as he closed the door. The last thing he saw through the spy hole was 3FFA getting into the elevator.

He walked back to where he was laying earlier and picked up the empty whiskey bottle off the bed. As he inverted the bottle and watched the last drop of whiskey fall to the floor he realized what he had done. He sprinted to the stairs, descending them with the speed of a thousand cheetahs. His mind was racing, he knew that 3FFA could be getting into the cab at any moment. He made his way through the lobby, seemingly taking hours to cover such a short distance. Scanning the pouring rain, he only saw the passing cars, until he noticed the lone figure standing next to the lamp post. As he approached the lone figure, he was certain it was him, soaking wet and obviously freezing cold. Bibbit offered him his jacket, and taking the silence as yes, he draped it over 3FFA's shoulders. 3FFA still made no attempt at communication.

"I'm sorry, for everything. I never thought this would happen all those months ago, or I never would've done this." Bibbit admitted, staring at his feet, and fumbling his words for the first time in a long time. "And this isn't the way I want it to end 3FFA, I need you."

He looked up and to his surprise 3FFA was staring into hos eyes. Even though he was still wearing his secondary jacket, he had never felt more naked.

"I know."

They embraced, tears streaming down from both their eyes. And even though it was -12 degrees outside, the fires of their bromance kept Bibbit's skin hot to the touch. They then went back inside and promptly consummated their bromance by playing mass amounts of BW and watching Full House reruns.

The end.