The "Dark Side" Thread

Gongryong is the direct result of me doing an identical iteration of his "darker"

I have donwloaded material that most likley have been copyrighted and I help bring the industry that produce that to its knees.

lol, jk

When I was a teenager, I saw a fat girl waldling down the street. I threw some ketchup packets at her and yelled LOSE SOME WEIGHT FATASS!

In highschool, I killed my teacher's fish. I put an entire bottle of ink in the tank. Guahaha

Back in highschool(see a pattern?), I would drive down a city street with my friends at night, throwing rocks and anything hard at all of the parked cars. Many windows were broken, and many dents had been made.

yes, yes they are

My PvT was once better than my PvZ

Oh, I thought you were going to say you fought with ichigo just for lulz

When i was a little kid i would start slapping and punching the PC monitor out of rage (when i lost a game or something). Then someday my dad taught me that the monitor in the computer was only for transmitting image, and the actual computer was the CPU box. Then i started kicking the CPU instead of punching the monitor.

I got so mad at losing repetitively in diplomacy 7.7 that I stabbed a plastic sword into my A drive, then ripped it out of my computer with my bare hands out the front of the case

im actually afraid to post any of the awful things I've done cuz I don't wanna get banned lol. I've had such a clean post history so far...

EDIT: ok - so when I was a teenager I took a bunch of mushrooms, went to see a movie, and projectile vomited on the lady in front of me. Turns out she was with her husband, who was a cop. I got away scotch free. Although I was in another universe, my brother dragged me out of there, as my saggy shorts wound up around my ankles. You can imagine the spectacle.

when I was a kid my father accidentally dug out some baby moles. He put them in a box and gave them to me. Once he walked out I tried to feed them to my dog, who wasn't willing to have any. I dipped those babies in butter and watched my dog awkwardly swallow them one by one

sorry

I killed my neighbors cat a few years ago because it made too much noise and I thought it gave me weird stares. He doesn't know.

4B pencil

9B pencil

I once, for no apperant reason, yelled "BOO!" to a random couple with a pram. They were frightened and the baby started to cry.I did not apologize, and I just kept on walking like nothing had happend

When I was like 13yo, there was one kid in town who was a real ass! He lied to everyone, stole things from everyone etc. and still people liked him because they didnt see how bad this guy was. Secretly I made plans how to catch him when he was alone (he always walked around with friends so noone would touch him) and beat him very badly. i didnt do it however, because gladly I realized that he wasnt worth getting into trouble. I just avoided him from there on.
My thought about what I could have done with himwere pretty dark...

my ex girlfriend drove me so mad i spanked my fridge door till it open a big hole in it. my fists were bleeding and for some reason i kept laughing after that for 5min.

I got involved with a girl from work who has now a) relapsed into fairly severe depression and b) has made it pretty clear she's no longer interested in a relationship and just wants to fuck. Even though I can see clearly that's a bad idea and would feel like I was taking advantage of her, and I care about her wellbeing and want to continue to be her friend, I can't help wanting to do it really badly. Still fighting the good fight and doing what I think is the right thing but fucking hell it's been too long and it's hard to turn down sex with a beautiful girl even if she is fucked up right now.

I pantsed a retarded kid and made him cry in front of the whole class.

Pretty mean but not that bad I guess.

I got really drunk and picked my cat up and brought him to the bathroom, there I pissed on him while laughing my ass off. He fucked me up pretty good.

It was about 4:00 am and I was on a walking trail next to a lake. I was sitting inside of a lakehouse smoking hash with a few friends when I saw a friend walking up the trail. I knew that he was coming, i was about 5 minutes ahead of him, so I got up and said "watch this guys" and ran at him as fast as I could and screamed something at him as if I was going to hurt him bad. Half way through my sprint he started running at me, so I slowed down a bit. He comes up about arms length and throws a flying knee and hits me in the chest and starts swinging at me wildly, so I lent back and punched him so hard he fell to his knees. The I kicked him in the face. When he got up I kneed him in the ribs until my friends took me off of him. He broke my nose and I broke his ribs haha. And I'd fucking do it again!

Wanted to kill all the animal-abusers in this thread.

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.

When I was in elementary school I had this female classmate who was kind of annoying, and one day I stood up in front of her, face to face, and yelled SHUT UUUP!!! (CALLATEEE!!!). Then she ran away crying.

There was this insanely ugly girl who had a huge crush on me, and when she told me so we had this conversation:
SHE: Hey you know I like you, so?
ME: I don't like you, sorry.
SHE: Is it because I'm ugly?
HE: Yes, yes it is.

When I get really pissed off, I go into bnet fastest games and proxy cannon behind newbs mineral patch. When they rage I spam "PROTOSS" over and over again :/

In primary school my cousin and I would go around stealing kids' yugioh cards (they were the fad back then). One time some kid younger than me who knew me was playing a match with another kid and he had a legit blue eyes white dragon. I told me cousin to distract everyone and then I put it inside my sock. The kid who knew me started freaking out and some kid pointed at me and said I took it. The kid said "Phil wouldn't take it! He's my friend!" I felt so bad LOL

I was fooling around on an xbox live halo match, and two guys got really mad and just complained about me the whole game. So then at the start of the next game with these same people, I get a "X has sent you a message" from someone else in the game. I figured it was another guy complaining/insulting me, so I went and shot him a bunch. Later that day, I come on and check my messages and his message was something like "Don't listen to those jerks" and I'm like aww I can't believe I shot him!!

SORRY GUY!

you know for the longest time i always hated news. He black-pmed me a couple of times politely noting how ignorant I was. I checked his posts a lot and a few of them were pretty bad. seeing what he did to those moles..... ugh. living in certain places doesn't justify it, so

I always saw news as the fat guy who sits behind his computer drinking beer on south park, never realizing that a) he had no life ad b) that the people he was fucking with hated his guts, and that they had a life too.

I get on xbox live at my friends house and while we play I day[j] scream into his headset and yell how noobish they are, even as they kill me. Being horrible console nerds they get über mad and hardcore rage.

Got wasted with a few buddies of mine when I was in highschool. Went to a theater in downtown toronto where we used to work to go see a movie(think it was transporter 2 or 3-don't remember too well). Got there really early and the theater was completely empty. I tell my buddy I'm gonna go take a leak but he's like "fuck that just do it here man no one will see" so all 4 of us just pissed all over a ton of seats. I mean I literally was shuffling down a full aisle and then back up another until I was completely drained. That movie wasn't funny at all but me and my friends laughed our asses off the whole fucking way through the movie. I mean we could see people dressed up out on a first date sitting in a piss-stained seat wondering wtf that smell was. It was fkin hilarious. In hindsight though it was a pretty shitty thing to do. Ah well.

Back in 2nd grade me and my friend were throwing the ball off the wall and stuff and this guy with no friends comes up and asks if he can play. I told him no and then said if you give me 5 bucks (and 5 bucks was fcking huge in 2nd grade) and the kid got his lunch money and gave it to me. My mom made me give it back though. D:

When I was a kid we had these little plastic guys that we collected and played with, "Gogos". Some might remember those. There were different kinds, and you had to buy them in the store. Just like Pokémon cards or w/e. Sometimes you would get these silver and gold Gogos in your packs, and they were like worth 10x regular ones. Well what I did was basically paint many of my regular Gogos with silver/gold paint, so they'd look rare. Then I traded them with a shitload of normal Gogos and got the biggest collection at my school. I was such a bamf back then!

While I never did anything that even shock me, I do enjoy watching “shock” videos. So I guess that’s “dark” enough for me.

Wacked a cricket bat into my brother's balls for no good reason(though we use to fight a lot when we were younger)
He practically tried to kill me for it thou - He's fine, no permanent damage
Happened when I was around 12 he was 14.

This kid back in the 7th grade used to bully me to no end. After some threats from him to shoot my mom with a paintball gun, I went and made fun of his mother (who died of cancer the year before...I knew too). The kid broke down and cried. I almost got suspended for that...

I once threw wet toilet paper to our new subsitute teacher while he whas facing the board.

A friend and I got so drunk we drank ourselves into a coma. I whas found onconscious with my pants down in the toilet. My friends brother later told me also also puked over my friends face.

When I whas in high school I had a flat tire on my bike. The kid I whas often picking on offered me a ride on the back of his bike. Probably because he wanted to be friends with me. He brought me close to my house which whas a 45min. bike trip but a few meters before coming to my door I told him I could handle it from here and he should leave. I had picked up my bike that evening with the car and fixed the tire. The next day after school I whas biking home with a classmate while the kid I often whas picking on whas riding behind me. I probably thaught he whas annoying so I ran him into bushes. His face whas all scratched and he looked at me with the saddest face and asked... why !? I replied... because im an ashhole.

When I was 17 I walked into an electronics store and robbed something I didn't need just so I'd get caught. I knew that if I was caught they wouldn't charge me because I was underage and had no criminal record. The police showed up at my house and I acted like a total jackass to them and they still didn't do anything.
I suppose all went according to plan.

Some girl was giving me serious shit in middle school, and she had bad acne, so I was like, "you know what I'll get on that, but before I do why don't you use some fucking soap in the shower" or something similar

I used to date this girl, she was Asian and had extremely wealthy parents (inexplicably infatuated with me). She would buy me things and I used her for sex and then when I wanted to leave the city I just did without thinking about her at all. I must have given her a lot of trust issues. D:

When I was around 14 I used to physically (violence) and verbally abuse my 8 year old brother because I thought my mother loved him more. I stopped after his jaw started bleeding : (

I stole a copy of his report card, three days before they were released, and copied it. the day before they were released, an employee "accidentally"left it lying around. the entire school knew that this kid had a report card with nothing higher than a C, and a big fat "summer school recommended box, checked" He went home crying that day, and he dropped out of school.

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.

When I was in elementary school there was this kid that everyone hated (at least it seemed like it). Anyway one April Fool's day a friend and I took a water bottle and filled it with toilet water, gave it to him, and watched him drink the whole thing.

My childhood friend had those glow sticks that you break up the crystals inside and they glow for several hours. I stole several of them when he went into the other room to get us juice.

I hurt my dog's leg with a stick pretty badly when i was about 10, she couldn't walk normally for a while. I don't know why i did this, our dogs were my best friends and i grew up with them. The damage wasn't permanent, but I never hurt her again. Maybe i was frustrated because we had to move back to the city permanently and we couldn't keep any dogs there.

When I was in 3rd grade, I girl was making a birthday card for her friend. She had worked on it for a really long time. Later we had to go to some meeting in the gym or something, and she was taking forever to get in line, being the last one and whatnot. I got over to her card, take a permanent marker, and scribble over the whole thing completely covering it. Teacher yelled at me, but that's pretty much it...felt really bad though because she started to cry. It was so weird because I'm not a mean guy at all, and it just happened..I kind of just snapped.

when I was a kid I usually push other kids from our stairs, man I can still remember them rolling down that stairs like they were balls and I still remember smiling like an asshole, I suppose it's good I'm not a sociopath after 20 years.

Also, we had a classmate back in highschool that we would pay 3 dollars (130 pesos) to turn him into a living punching bag for 10 seconds, I'm the dude that counted while the jocks give him a fucking beating

When I was 11 and my grandfather died I practiced crying the day before his funeral cause I didn't really care about him dying. My grandmother died recently and I felt relieved she was finally dead because now I don't have to call her on birthdays and have awkward conversations with her. Both my grandparents were pretty nice to me and helped raise me until I was 7. I think if my parents died I wouldn't feel bad at all, only relieved and feeling like I'm free of a burden. There's not a single person in my life that I think of as irreplaceable. It would suck if my closest friends died because that's a few less people to have fun with, but I know I can always make new friends. I don't think I've ever really cared about another human being aside from his or her utility to me.

Back in Highschool as a freshman, I sprayed a kid with down syndrome in the face with water, in the hallway. Lots of kids laughed while he just cried. I literally felt like shit when I realized how fucked up this was. Feelsbadman.

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.

In preschool a kid asked me where the bathroom was and I told him it was on that hill in the playground. He took a pee in front of the entire school

At the beginning of sophmore year of college I "hit and quit" a friend because she was obsessed with me and I was a virgin. She moved to SanFran at the beginning of the semester. A couple months later I "stole" my other good friend's love interest while he was in NY. I was in a pretty shitty place at the time and anything seemed to fly. Still feel bad about how it all went down.

One time I made a giant dong out of salt on this girl's lawn. It was hilarious.

I punched a girl in the face...
but...
She was chasing and trying to hit my younger brother, who was maybe 8/9 at the time, she was 12 (I was 13) but she was the same height as me (bout 5,10) and probably 2x of my body weight... big girl(no exaggeration). So she's chasing him and grabs him and at that point i ran up on her and punted her as hard as i could in the ass with with my foot, so she let go of my brother, and grabbed at me, ripping my T-shirt from the collar, at which point I struck her square in the face, sending her staggering off, before she ran off back to her house.
I was protecting my younger bro however, and as an older brother, I feel I was perfectly within my rights to do so.

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.

On my brother's 8th birthday he got a brand new Looney Tunes bike, it was so cool looking. A friend walked over and for whatever reason I stuck a tack through both tires. I don't know why I did it, but I always feel bad about it to this day.

When I was 11, my brother 10 we moved into a condo and our neighbor was a complete bitch. There were some stray cats around and my mom let my brother and I leave some food/milk out there. The woman put glue in the milk, so my brother and I bombed her front door with eggs and flour. I guess I don't regret this, she did a lot of other things but I won't go into that here.

I used to go the a Pokemon card league at a book store every Saturday and there wsa this really, really spoiled kid. He used to flaunt his rare cards his mom bought him on eBay and all the japenese cards that weren't in the US yet. My friend and I stole his tin can of cards and left them in the bathroom sink. I shouldn't have done this.

I used to draft Magic: the Gathering at a local comics shop. A single booster of MTG consists of 15 cards: 1 rare, 3 uncommons, and 11 commons. A draft is where each person brings 3 boosters, opens one, picks a card out, and passes it down in a rotation until all the cards everyone brought have been distributed. In a finished draft deck, your total cards will consist of 45... If 8 people draft, the total amount of cards in your groups pool will be 360 cards: 24 rares, 72 uncommons, and 264 commons.

I cheated many times using this knowledge. I'd build my finished draft deck quickly, and go to the bathroom with my cards in a backpack (where I keep my collection). From my collection, I would swap out some of the more powerful commons there for some of the weaker picks I had made during the draft, basically taking the randomness out of what your deck can become. I would make first place in these tournaments (typically 20-30 people) maybe 80% of the times I went.

One particular time, this Asian dude, the former top dog (before I showed up), got so mad after I beat him in the first (of three) round with my near impossibly well-drafted deck, that he requested a card check. The judge, his close friend, was VERY thorough in auditing my deck. They smelled cheater, and they smelled right. I had been doing this for months, and there was no hole they could find in it. Another judge, out of policy, had been checking the asian guy's deck, and found a minor discrepancy of one extra card than he should have had. If I had so wished, they said I could get him disqualified and win first place.

The guy was a douche to a lot of people openly. I wanted to make him look bad. I declined the penalty win and went on to beat him in the following game easily. In the end, no one liked him, and no one had ever caught me cheating.

I eventually had an epiphany that the wins I was experiencing weren't really that fulfilling. I stopped the cheating, and started really ENJOYING the game. I dropped to maybe 50% of the tournaments ending in me as the legitimate first place. I eventually lost interest in MTG when I got into WoW then Starcraft 2. Every once in a while, I'll play a draft online.

I took a sick pleasure in knowing that Asian kid and his judge friend *KNEW IN HIS HEART BEYOND A SHADOW OF A DOUBT* that I was going to win that illegitimately, but couldn't do a damned thing about it.

I also eat fast food about 3x a week. That alone is dark. For me it's like a craving, before lunch I absolutely have to have it. Finally when I start eating the meal I'm reminded of how horrible it is. Lots of half-eaten burgers and cups of fries get trashed by me because I completely lose my appetite halfway through the meal.

On the bright side I have an ectomorph frame and never gain a lb. I don't work out regularly. At best I jog a 5k once a week and do my pushups, pullups every other day. That isn't a real workout it's barely enough to keep my guilt for not truly being in shape at bay. When people comment on how in shape I am and ask what I do I exaggerate greatly to feed my ego.

Punched a kid who was bullying me (He was asking for it.) i gave him a bloodnose and a kick in the nuts, It got me 10pages of handheld writing with the good old pen. (After the teacher was complaining about "Not being used to it" I said "Yeah whatever, I do somthing and i get punishment, While the other guys piss you off and nothing is done about it."

I kicked a football in someones window and ran away, Never got found. Window got refunded. I'm too much of a pussy to tell anyone.

Er... Nothing comes in my mind.

Back in highschool I held a piece of metal under a flame until it was red hot and pushed it into my arm a bunch of times. Insomnia, depression, isolation, and obessing over a girl you could have had but shot down because she was your best friend's ex can make a teenager do crazy things. One time I did it with a screw driver. I still have 3 dime sized scars on my arm and a bunch of smaller ones.

In a huge argument with my parents, I kicked down a door at my dad in a fit of rage

I was racing my friend on a bike when I was about 12 and took out this old guy going around a bush. He had a bit of trouble getting up, and I booked it home after saying sorry. And now that I'm older I know about how easy it is for an old person to break a hip. Since that, I've been much more careful on my bike.

To the people that have killed or tortured animals, I feel they deserve the same treatment as they did to the poor defenseless innocent animals. Especially cats, when I read the thing about the cat with a rope around its neck tied up and going down an elevator, I felt really bad. I have heard stories of little kids that take eyes of cats and collect them. If I find them, I would not feel bad at all to take their eyes out, too.
I usually don't get aggressive, I'm not an aggressive person, but animal cruelty is my weakness. Its because they are defenseless for god's sake, pick on someone your own size.

Oh I don't know I think I have something personal with cats, that's the creature that sets me mad. probably because I used to have a pet cat and it was like my best friend, but he died a couple of years ago. I actually don't like dogs because when I was small dogs used to surround me and chase me and bite me and I feel I now have some phobia for dogs.

oops i think I got side-tracked xD

I used to grow up with many other kids near an industrial side. one day we where playing at a small hall of a chemical company when everything was closed because we knew it got insolvent. we went totally crazy. 3 little boys smashing doors and windows, destroying the office just everything. then we found some chemicals, brang them to the hall put some chairs and stuff into the middle of the hall and BURNED it because someone of us got a lighter.
3 minutes later we where crying because the fire in the hall got realy big, bigger as ourselfes. Luckily i found a big big carpet and we managed to kill the fire with that. we have been REALY luck.

anyway we left the fieldof the small company totally destroyed and burned. one day later my grandma was reading the newspaper and telling me that a lot some riot-boys around my home destroyed the company-building making it impossible for the owner to have a healthy insolvent-procedure. "imagine how bad thoose boys are" whe was telling me. i felt realy bad. the next weeks i was stunned when the phone or the door was ringing in my home. but the police never visited my parents. somehow we kept this successfully hidden.

in schooltime we had a boy in our class who was just a little bit strange. at first we made him our friend. he had a computer and he invited us to be with him there. after a while we realized that he could not counter-argue our small jokes about him. how he looks, how he act. it turned out that we where making jokes about him every day. and everyday a bit harder and more evil. we where laughing about his hair, we where joking that he is not washed, that he smells and so on. that aliens are living in his hair, controlling him, thats why he is not washing bla bla..
sometimes he was at home - sick. the sick-days at home got more. until the day our teacher told us that he wont come back anytime soon.
he told us that our "friend" is in therapy, that he is not beeing able to go to school anymore because he is too much afraid of going there. he was good at mathematics, i dont know what happend exactly after that, but i saw him a few years ago and he looked very shocked as he saw me on the street. anyway it does not looked like that he made something out of his life. it was clear that our jokes about him made strong impact on his career and his life.

My neighborhood about 10 years ago used to be so cool. Every day after school all the guys would hang out and play video games and sports. There was about 7 of us within 3 years of age and we were almost inseparable. Well the street over from us was the exact same way and we HATED eachother. We'd play games of road hockey that would always end up in a 7 on 7 kid brawl within 15 minutes, we'd have water gun fights that always resulted in pinning kids down and hitting them with power washers.

There was this one time when they knocked down our awesome tree fort so we took the youngest kid hostage, tied him to a tree and left him there. The poor kid was there for 5 hours until his parents got home from work and started worrying where he was and eventually found him

Dated a girl in highschool for 2 years only for her body. She was probably one of the most stupid, annoying, bitchy girls i've ever known but we had sex pretty often so i didn't break up with her until the end of senior year, and never told her that i secretly had come to despise her

In 8th grade, I had an english teacher that was really short. The class was always fun and she was a fairly dedicated teacher. One day, for some reason (probably because I was the class clown) I decided to walk right up to her in front of the entire class and look over her head yelling "MRS.(name here), WHERE ARE YOU? I DON'T SEE YOU!" or some equally stupid thing. Everyone laughed and she kicked me out of the class for 30 minutes.

Back in my golden Xbox Live years I somehow found some really cool players on Halo 2. I was 14 or so at the time and I got to know them pretty well. We would spend countless hours on Halo 2 doing stupid shit like betraying people, inviting people to our custom games and pitting one person against us in custom games. Games would go on for as long as the person stayed in the game, but we made sure to only invite the people that get really mad. Lots of luls were had.

Anyway... One day, we're playing matchmaking and we find this huge nerd that just lost to us 50-49 after we turtled for 5 minutes once the game hit 49-42 (us at 42). Words cannot describe how mad he was. He started threatening us and the whole nine yards. One of his friends invited us to their party and we kept trash talking him for 45 minutes straight. The guy eventually put the party on invite-only, but we kept getting in because one of his friends kept inviting us. We just called him terrible, made fun of his mother, sister, family and everyone else. His screaming was ridiculous. He was screaming at us while we just sat there and left. Eventually, he stopped talking and we were like "wtf?" One of his friends told us he left to go get a glass of water because he started coughing up blood from all the screaming. He never found out how we kept getting into the party either. Good times...

Unfortunately, I was a complete retard when I was a kid and I allowed my hamster to starve to death. My mother used to feed it, Harry was his name. At one point she said 'if you don't stop playing that damn computer and feed your hamster he will die because I will now stop feeding him'. I am so ashamed that I literally didn't care, I was bored of the hamster because he was always sleeping in the day. The guilt still stabs at me like a thousand daggers.

doing 4 gate

3 gate stargate with a voidray into 4 gate

3 gate stargate with a voidray into 4 gate pulling all probes all-in

"why so mad?"

When we were like 8-9yo we went to this soccer tournament and one guy, who was actually better than me just made a huuuge mistake and made lose the tournament. So I took his lunch and hid it. The entire team knew except him and our coach. Turned out they went looking for it for more than 3 hrs after we left, since he had some really important papers there. They never found it. And I never came clean. Nobody ratted me out.

So 2 years ago I worked in this kindergarten. They had 5 rooms: 2 for babies (½-2), 2 for children (age 2-6) and 1 for "special" kids. So, I actually qualified to work with the special kids and got tons of compliments on my effort. However when my contract was about to expire and they wouldn't rehire I started telling the "special" kids all sorts of stories that would actually mess then up for some time. I heard one of them were still afraid of my dragon - like 15months after I quit that job >.<

Got really pissed off with my little sister when I was 12. Took a rubber maid lid and whacked her across the face. Gave her a bloody nose.

Got pissed off with my older brother when I was 9. Got onto his ps2 and deleted his entire FF9 data from his card.

Got pissed off with my other older brother last year. Downloaded a bunch of porn to bog down his computer. Then told him to delete system 32 to fix it.

One time while getting a blowjob from my ex, I told her I'd tell her when I was about to cum. I didn't and she freaked out while I blew my load and ended up getting it on her face and shirt. It's okay, she was a bitch though.