The "Dark Side" Thread - Page 7

I think a lot of people in this thread deserve to die, and if i saw them on the street i would kill them if i thought i could get away with it.

Talked my little brother into eating his own poop. Thinking about it ... I can talk a lot of people into doing a lot of things. :O

See this is why i hate poor people. Parents cannot watch their kids so they are outside wrecking havoc.

I'm guilty of insecticide as well.
Think it began with flying insects. When I was in middle school, I snuck up behind a large housefly once with a flyswatter and hit it, but being the incredibly uncoordinated kid I was back then, I trapped it by the wing. I stared at it for a few seconds before I grabbed its wings and found two pairs of tweezers.
Proceeded to grasp each of the wings with the tweezers and plucked one side off. Then watched it try to fly around for a few seconds before I got bored and plucked the other wing off.

Then I grabbed a lighter and burned off its legs (some of the abdomen got burned as well) until it only had one and watched it crawl around. I should've stopped at this point, but I kept going.

Grabbed a very thin sewing needle and proceeded to stab it through its eye (I told myself that flies have a lot of eyes anyways, so it wasn't going to matter) and left it there.

At this point, it was beginning to die (surprised it hadn't already), so I just tossed it in the microwave (the needle was still in the eye). Not sure if it died before I turned the microwave on or sometime during the heating, but that was that.

Then it moved onto roaches. Whenever I catch one, either toss one in a spider web, decapitate it and then bisect the body or hold it when I place a single drop of dishwashing detergent on the counter, then stick its head into the detergent and force it to consume of it. Once, trapped one in the sink by its leg and left it underwater to see how long it would take for it to drown. Took like over 15 minutes.

Now, I just use the old fashioned Raid can.

Once in high school (I graduated from my insecticide habits by this point), I was in class in the corner when some girl who always teased me (not in a flirting way; in a fucking annoying way) whined about how her life sucked.

So I take a pair of scissors lying in the cabinet behind me and tell her, "look. It's not a razor, but you'll just have to do us a favor and improvise."

I'm surprised she didn't take the scissors and stab me on the spot. She broke down and starting crying hard, getting me detention (which was a remarkably light punishment, in my opinion)

Or maybe the dark thing is still comparing her life and emotional wellbeing to that of the insects I killed.

general youthful bullishness = understandable
juvenile theft = some fun
criminal minds = intriguing
miniature killer = most curious
hurting animals = NOT COOL AT ALL!

I used to shoplift a lot in middle school for food/random stuff like batteries (don't really know why, I think it was the most expensive shoplift-able thing there). I got caught once and I felt really bad. Never did it again, although now I instinctively look for security cameras whenever I go to a store.

I have pee'd in a friend bed, he never knew about this

When I was on holiday I for some reason got it in my head I wanted to stand on a bird. Ofcourse all the adult ones were too agile but I managed to stand on a baby one and i heard something break, it was still alive afterwards and walked away. Probably died later tho..

A girl in class was texting then rapidly turned around and hit me (I know her kind of well, but nothing close to ever seeing her outside of school). I asked her why she did that and she said, "oh, I'm sorry, Ryan (another kid in the class) just sent me a mean text and I thought he was sitting behind be." I said it was fine and she turned back around. Ten seconds later I couldn't resist the urge to hit her back, and I smacked her on the back side of the head. I think I hit her harder than I wanted to, because it made a rather loud sound, and the few people who saw it gave me a O_O face. She didn't say anything, and it never came up again.

Oh, and I once lit a spider on fire with an electronic fly swatter. I didn't think it was bad, but there seems to be a lot of insect related stories here.

When I was 12 or 13, an annoying girl poured my juice box into my lap so I slapped her across the face Sean Connery style and got suspended from school.

Convinced my girlfriend to have sex even though she said she was too tired, she did not enjoy it and I feel very bad about it even if she turned out to be a complete bitch later on.

Was at an antifascist protest, blocking a nazi-march when suddenly a skinhead jumps us, we push him out of the way and even though he couldnt do anything anymore since he was pushed aside and showed no sign of jumping us again I just went up to him and punched his nose in. Well, he sort of deserved it.

When I was young we stole stuff from and simply threw left it to rot in the 'treehouse' we had build decently deep in the forest. We build some go-karts and bikes and other stuff with them, but it was mostly for the thrill. I feel pretty bad about it, but back then we were fucking ninja.

Some guy asked me for some advice because his marriage was on the rocks. Sat down and gave him advice for an hour or so. On what type of flowers to buy her, attitude changes, etc.
I slept with his wife a week later.
He found out and raged. Said i had no morals and my advice was crap.
I said, my advice worked when I used it.

Me and a few friends were always playing around in unoccupied buildings. There was this really huge, old two story restaurant near a lake where we lived which incidentally had just been bought by a new owner who planned to reopen it. We decided that it'd be lots of fun to see how well the stuff that was lying around inside it would burn. Turned out it burned pretty well. It set the whole building aflame. We immediately ran away, but returned later to watch. The inferno was amazing. We saw some distressed neighbours bucketing water in an attempt to do something to put it out before the fire service arrived and we froze at the thought of someone getting a hold of us/knowing that we did it. But seeing the distressed people futilely attempting to put it out was somehow extremely satisfying and funny.

We also accidentally started sort of a small wildfire at the outer districts of the city once. Fire grows astonishingly fast in fields of dry, wild fields of tall grass with the help of a little wind. It got really huge and we saw tons of fire trucks going there on our way back.