The "Dark Side" Thread - Page 9

When I was a kid I was a pretty big nerd, playing videogames and whatever. I knew a girl who also was a huge nerd and we used to play like every day after school and during breaks. Anyway, since my home classroom was far away from hers, we didn't spend time together in school, I hanged with the "cool" crowd instead. One day she told me she had a crush on me and I shot her down. We stopped hanging around and I would talk shit about her with these "cool" people I hanged with in school >_>

When I was like 12-13 I had a friend who was as big of a nerd as I was. Anyway, we used to hang like everyday (these careless times were great ) and one day when we were supposed to hang out he told me he couldn't, so I was like alright, tomorrow maybe. I went out with some other friends instead. In the evening when I was walking wherever with these other people I saw this guy hanging with some other guys, instead of asking him why he was hanging with them or whatever, I just ran straight up to him and punched him in the face. Since I was friends with the "cool" kids I talked shit about him with them after that, giving my own version of what happened. The nicest guy had turned into a lying son of a bitch because I was spreading lies and was mad at him.

I punched him in the face a couple more times after the first incident for no particular reason, but the cool kids sure thought I was awesome.

So my father was the default badass dad who worked physical jobs and stuff. He died of cancer a couple of years ago, and this one time, like 3 weeks before he died, we were sitting together watching TV and not really talking about anything. Suddenly he says "I'm scared" and his eyes were full of tears. I didn't know what to say, I just sat there silent. After that we always had this awkward silence whenever we were together until he died.

I don't know if that classifies as "dark" or whatever, but I felt like shit for awhile and I still do sometimes. I loved him very much and in retrospect he would've been so happy if I could've just comforted him or something, I didn't get to tell him I love him and such either :/

My grandfather had a summer home where I used to stay a few weeks every summer when I was a kid. One summer I was playing outside and found a small mouse and managed to step on its tail and let the cat play with it for a while until I stepped on it and it died .

From what I remember I was about 7 years old and playing at the school playground with this friend of mine. For some reason or another (I forget if I even had one) I picked up this HUGE rock (well huge in my small hands) and threw it at my friends head. Lots of blood and crying, huge reapercussions. At least I gave the kid a donald duck pocket.

Never telling a single soul as long as I live.

I am your father

Junior year of college, I dated this girl for 7 months, but kind of stopped liking her for the last 4 months of the relationship. I hit on other girls while I was still dating her but didn't wanna break up with her because she let me have sex with her. Dating her was miserable though, I didn't enjoy spending time with her at all, and she would wait at my place while she cleaned and cooked, after I told her I was "studying" at school when in fact, I was either out with other girls or playing poker at underground clubs.

When I finally broke up with her, she cried and refused to leave my place because she was convinced I still loved her. She kept saying "I don't believe it. Say you love me and I'll go." Eventually I got sick of it, got all her stuff and threw it into the hallway, and literally dragged her out kicking and screaming. After that, whenever she texted or called me, I would pick up with the sole intent of making her feel bad. When I bumped into her at parties and she wanted to talk, I would look her in the eyes and say, "Sorry, there's nothing to talk about. Go away."

Boy, I'm an asshole.

From grades 3-6 I took part in with all the kids verbally bullying a girl who went to my elementary school. She was that one kid in the school who everyone disliked for no reason. People would make her cry, and then make fun of her for crying. I never really did anything as bad as most...I antagonized her sometimes, and even took part a couple of times in pranking her house (ringing her door bell and running away until her crazy dad chased us down the street). Last time I saw her she was wearing all leather/denim, chains, had a shaved head, and had a dog collar. I know the torment she suffered through most of her childhood resulted in the many issues she had in highschool. Where she is today I don't know...Kids can be so cruel.

I used to get drunk with friends when we were around 14 years old and we kicked a lot of side mirrors off of parked cars. Pretty pointless IMO i would rage if someone would kick mine off.

Like many of you, I ended up beating up one of the nerds in our school in 4th grade. Actually felt bad about this, and have never started a fight with someone smaller then me since.

I've always liked spiders, they just seem baddass, and when I was a kid I had no fear of them whatsoever. I used to grab them off their webs, and throw them at other people and kids cause I'd get a kick out of their reactions, especially young adults. Still catch bugs and throw them in spiders' webs to watch them get eaten, also catch spiders and throw them in each others' webs to watch them fight sometimes.

Screwed around with a girl who was engaged when I was in Boston. Her fiance found out, and their wedding was canceled and her relationship ruined, this was with her high school sweetheart. I wouldn't consider this super bad, except for the fact I really disliked the girl; just really enjoyed her body, and I know her fiance actually loved her.

When I was a little younger I used to live throwing any insects i could into one of those bug zappers just to see what would happen to each one, and to hear the "ZAP"

Our cat dragged a rat into our living room. A big fat ugly one. So big in fact that our cat got scared and ran away once the rat started fighting.

My mom didn't dare to enter the room anymore. I had to take care of this situation.

I went to the garage and got a broom, a hammer, and a shovel. I knew I was going to kill this rat. I wouldn't know how yet though. And it's easier said than done. Those beasts are fast and strong. And our living room was full of furniture.

I tried to chase the rat out from under the cupboards, sofa, piano, etc where it was hiding. But the damn thing was so freaking fast and under the next piece of furniture before I could swing at it.

It just had run to the desk, and I heard movement from inside the desk. I opened the drawers one by one. When I opened the last one, the rat's hideous blank tail swirled right in front of my. I immediately packed it, but the slippery stinking tentacle immediately slid through my hand, and the beast once again escaped.

I went back to the garage to get a pair of flat pliers, with which I hoped to be able to grab the greasy beast the next time.

After another round of chasing the ugly thing through the room I saw it escape from the sofa on to and under a pillow that was laying on the ground. I took a leap forward and stomped real hard on pillow, trapping the screeching rat under my foot. The rats head, ugly mouth and wild eyes stuck out under the pillow, while I was standing firmly on it's rear or tail. It was time.

I pummeled the rat with the broom handle, again and again. The beast screamed and struggled, surprisingly forceful for a creature that size. I hit it on the head again and again, but it wouldn't stop struggling and screaming.

I reached to my back pocket and produced the pliers. While it's wild eyes where looking at me in fear, rage, and desperation, I lowered the pliers around the rat's snout, and squeezed.

With a dry creaking it's snout was squished to a sludge of blood and bone. The rat screeching became a wet rattling.

But it wouldn't stop fighting.

With my second advance I fixed the pliers around the rats eyes. It was difficult. I had to squeeze with all my strength until the beast's skull finally cracked, and it's features became the same sludge it's snout already was. From one moment to the next, it's body went limb.

It's over, I said to my mom, as I carried the remains out.

To this day I am shocked at the merciless and brutal killing I was able to execute so coldly in these last seconds of the creature's life.

a friend and i used to mix house sets at a shitty club on wednesdays for extra cash and free booze. These 2 girls kinda became our groupies and would be there every week to bug us. One was cute but completely fucked upstairs (she wanted me) and the other was rosey-o'donnel-on-a-diet-like (she wanted my friend) and they were step sisters.

anyway long story short, the one who wanted my friend didnt get the idea that my friend wasnt interested so he asked me to get rid of her. In my drunken state i told her that my friend had a gf (he didnt) so she naturally burst into tears and ran to the bathroom where nobody could see her.

I followed her to try make her feel a bit better, (im a nice guy and i was drunk) without fear and with bear goggles set to night vision i went into the cubicle where she was sobbing.

My stupid mouth and her horny vulnerability led to me removing her undies and playing with things and eventually doing the nasty from behind.

She was really loud. And her moaning attracted attention. Her sister. The one who wanted me took a peak over the wall from the cubicle next door and then waited outside for us to finish.

When we came out, her step sister goldberg speared her and they began beating the shit out of each other. In my drunken state, all i could think about was a beer for my now dry throat.

So i just walked away while they beat each other.

For the rest of the night, my friends kept saying that i smelled funny. Like socks that were worn everyday for a week and laughed so hard.

I felt shit. And i didnt want anyone to know what happened with the hippo in the bathroom. So i went to the car to see what was up. I took off my shoes but smelled nothing.

After 10 mins of searching i realised...

It was my hands that reeked...

And where my hands had been

I'm usually not a bad person, but there was once a pair of headphones I wanted, and some kid at the party I was attending had left the exact pair I wanted unattended on my friends bed (for some reason) and I stole them. He was really sad, looked for them everywhere, and I felt bad for months. But never got myself to give em back to him, they broke and I didn't want to ruin my reputation.

When I was younger one of my friends had lost his mother at young age, I would always use that against him when he picked on me. Pretty ruthless actually.

Until I was about 15 I was a real choleric and I would go totally batshit-crazy when provoked. That includes berserker-like charges across rooms to hit someone, throwing whatever was handy, etc...

When I was ~13 I always bought candy, etc... and shared it in class. I had a (verbal) fight with a girl, minutes later she wanted some of the candy. I didn't give her any, so she wanted to twist it out of my hand. She nearly broke my finger so I gave her the candy: I pushed her away and threw it into her face. She had a swelling for 2 weeks.

I skipped work a few times by pretending to have exams

I wasted nearly a years worth of money on transformers

I marine/scv rushed a zerg on close spawns lost temple after he fast expanded

By the time I was 13 in the mid 90s a lot of black and some white trash families moved there. Mostly because of Bill Clintons shitty housing act. They basically trashed the place. Would not help us clean their own mess or destruction. Empty lots became dump sites, the rec center was rendered unusable. Anything of value left outside was stolen. Walking on the street alone was asking to be harassed.

Whenever me or my best friend got harassed we got even. Here are some of our antics in order of darkness.
-Cutting the brake cables on the newcomer kids bikes. It was very hilly and I know for sure some of them got hurt because of it.
-Watched my friend beat up a white kid at a sleepover at his own house and stole his money. This upset me because we knew him for a long time. He was being paid by a high school black kid/wannabe-thug to say who had the most nintendo equipment or expensive toys so it could be stolen.
-We tied that same high school kid to a tree on the edge of the woods at the rec center and left him with a bag of dirty diapers we got from their dump pile at his feet, we also pissed on him. Thug life nicca, gettin done like that by two middle schoolers, real hard core.

There were a few other incidents but none as bad as the kid we tied up. Strangely I never got into a direct fight because of all this.

Many of the families that had lived there for a decade or two moved within 2 years, including mine.