The "Dark Side" Thread - Page 3

Intro: Our 1st grade teacher was a bit of a lazy Nazi
Setting: We all had popsicle sticks with our names on them that we had to put in cups to show to her that we were in class that day.
The Act: There was this one kid in our class named Steven and everyone hated his fuckin guts, for no reason whatsoever. One day I took his popsicle stick out of his cup. The teacher always double checks (and in retrospect, the whole thing was pretty damn pointless). He got sent to the principle's office for lying and talking back to the teacher. Why did I do it? I have no idea.
Conclusion: I'm a bastard.

Probably the worst thing i've done was back in 7th . I hadnt started getting any manly facialhair, just the pre-teen "moustache" and I hadnt shaved it off for a couple of days so it was starting to show again. However I told my friend not to mention it to people and the first thing he did was tell some cute girls about and they started giggling. 5 minutes later when the class ended I let him get a headstart to the lockers and then walked up to him, smashed his face into the locker and broke his nose.

i got a kid expelled from my highschool, this kid was a real prick, started fights with kids he didn't know, he did drugs regulary. He cuaght in a fight with one of my friends which was the real truning point. I stole his english text book, and studied his hand writing, and forged a letter threatening and insulting one of the teachers So naturally this warranted a talk with a cop and the principal, and a locker search. this kid was so stupid that he kept a small stash, and this lead to his expulsion.

When I was maybe 9-10 or so, one of the neighbourhood kids who lived across our little complexes parking space (maybe 20 feet between our complexes) would often pick on my littlest brother. My mom went over to talk to his dad about it after a period of time, but the kid only lived with his father, who was a raging alcoholic and general psycho, and the father basically told my mom off. I was pissed off because I obviously couldn't be around to watch over my youngest brother, so I began to fuck with my neighbour and vandalize his property in some attempt to retaliate along with my older brother. We would threaten his kid, egg his house, etc to name a few. One day my older brother came home with a slingshot he borrowed from his friend at school, and we planned to sneak out the back window in the middle night and fire these massive marbles, probably the diameter of toonies, at the window in his front door. This slingshot was really fucking hefty. It had an arm brace and everything for maximum power and accuracy. My brother was pretty reluctant to do it, so he said I have to do it if we do, so I agreed. We headed outside, I loaded the slingshot, and fired at his window, hitting it with a perfect shot mid-way between our complexes. I have never heard such a loud shatter in my life. I immediately turned around and booked it back to our house upon seeing this, opened the front door and tried to close it as quietly as possible without waking the rest of the family. We had a window in our front door as well, and once I closed the door I peeked up through the window, only to see the psycho father bolting out the door, running through the orchard next to our complexes, trying to find us and chase us down screaming. He was waiting at the top of his steps inside the door that night, because the previous couple nights we had been fucking around with him as well. I must have been 1/10 of a second away from being caught and beaten to death by the guy. One of the scariest moments of my life.

That, coupled with us deciding it was a brilliant idea to wipe our feces all over his jet-ski one day, caused them to moved away. MISSION COMPLETE

I used to download many torrents at once and when my mom asked me why the internet was so slow I would tell her that it was the ISP's fault and she would call to complain all the time. They even sent a technician to "fix" it a few times and I did not stop.