Russian Satanists Kill & Eat 4 Goth Kids

[Chapel]

is there a story behind pc?

He's my bitch.
That's his story.

[MysticSoul]

A story behind PC...   how much time you got? 

[forgotten soldier]

nice and short.
good story.

A story behind PC...   how much time you got? 

seriously, all night.

[MysticSoul]

Ah.. it's better to hear it from him.  He tells it so much better than I could.

[Chapel]

Ah.. it's better to hear it from him.  He tells it so much better than I could.

You're bluff failed! 

[MysticSoul]

Nuh uh !!!

[PureHolocaust]

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[PussyCrust]

My story? It's no different to anyone's, really...my mind is kind of patchy, I've blocked some stuff out, but here are the basics that I am willing to share...

When I was born, my parents separated, and my father took me and my brothers away for a few years. There was this big hunt for us and all that shit. It'd be in newspapers if you wanna check back to about 1991.

When I was about 5 or 6, I remember my uncle coming back to my mother's (this was obviously after we had been found and rescued from my psychotic father) drunk and screaming murder. I listened from my bedroom, terrified of what I knew was coming. Same as every other night. He was going to come in, and molest me. I sat there with a dead stare and let him do what he wanted to do, feeling so dirty inside. You can never get rid of that feeling...

When I was about 9 or 10, I remember I had this beautiful dog. I mean, this dog was perfect. I loved her so much. Anyway, one day, we're out. I'm riding my new red bicycle and she's running behind me, smiling up at me with those huge, perfect eyes. I notice something out of the corner of my eye, but before I realise what it is, I hear the loudest, most disgusting yelp I've ever heard. A car had run my dog over...I stood there, in shock, not knowing what to do...eventually, I picked her up and carried her all the way home. It was the longest I have ever walked. Took about 3 hours. By the time I got home, I was covered in blood and Sam was about to die. My father came out with his shotgun, thinking something terrible had happened to me, but when he saw me standing there, shaking, crying and covered in blood, he knew what had happened. He told me to look away, and as he pulled the trigger, I felt a part of me die inside. I was never the same after that happened.

I don't really remember much up until the point when I turned about 14, and my mother died. My poor mother, she was in agony for many years before she passed. She had bronchitis and many, many other things that I was not aware of until after she died. She was a wonderful person in that sense. Never wanted anyone to worry about her. So, she kept it all to herself, until her body couldn't take it anymore...and she was admitted into the hospital on May 21th, 2006. She stayed there until June 4th, when she died in her sleep from heart failure. My mother was one of the only people that got me. Understood me. And she was gone. I felt cold, empty....

Anyway, we won't go into any more details.

[Chapel]

You are utterly full of shit Kevin.

[PussyCrust]

OLOLOLOLOL

[MysticSoul]

[PussyCrust]

 



So, there you go, Forgotten Soldier. My life was way moar gr1m than yours.

[BlackMagic]

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STFU!

My story? It's no different to anyone's, really...my mind is kind of patchy, I've blocked some stuff out, but here are the basics that I am willing to share...

When I was born, my parents separated, and my father took me and my brothers away for a few years. There was this big hunt for us and all that shit. It'd be in newspapers if you wanna check back to about 1991.

When I was about 5 or 6, I remember my uncle coming back to my mother's (this was obviously after we had been found and rescued from my psychotic father) drunk and screaming murder. I listened from my bedroom, terrified of what I knew was coming. Same as every other night. He was going to come in, and molest me. I sat there with a dead stare and let him do what he wanted to do, feeling so dirty inside. You can never get rid of that feeling...

When I was about 9 or 10, I remember I had this beautiful dog. I mean, this dog was perfect. I loved her so much. Anyway, one day, we're out. I'm riding my new red bicycle and she's running behind me, smiling up at me with those huge, perfect eyes. I notice something out of the corner of my eye, but before I realise what it is, I hear the loudest, most disgusting yelp I've ever heard. A car had run my dog over...I stood there, in shock, not knowing what to do...eventually, I picked her up and carried her all the way home. It was the longest I have ever walked. Took about 3 hours. By the time I got home, I was covered in blood and Sam was about to die. My father came out with his shotgun, thinking something terrible had happened to me, but when he saw me standing there, shaking, crying and covered in blood, he knew what had happened. He told me to look away, and as he pulled the trigger, I felt a part of me die inside. I was never the same after that happened.

I don't really remember much up until the point when I turned about 14, and my mother died. My poor mother, she was in agony for many years before she passed. She had bronchitis and many, many other things that I was not aware of until after she died. She was a wonderful person in that sense. Never wanted anyone to worry about her. So, she kept it all to herself, until her body couldn't take it anymore...and she was admitted into the hospital on May 21th, 2006. She stayed there until June 4th, when she died in her sleep from heart failure. My mother was one of the only people that got me. Understood me. And she was gone. I felt cold, empty....

Anyway, we won't go into any more details.

More toilet reading to print out for my husband.

nice and short.
good story.

A story behind PC...   how much time you got? 

seriously, all night.

Hey, FS!

[forgotten soldier]

Hey, FS!

a BM.