Life Story In A Nut Shell
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Umpteenth
OG
born 1995 of august in gainesville texas
when i was 2 my mom dressed me up for a pumpkin for halloween
i was ****ing adorable
i dont remember anyhting until i was 5
i was in kindergarden, got in trouble everyday.
went in band in 6th grade, played the trombone like a ****ing animal
quit band 6th grade.
i moved to a small school in 7th grade. we played 6 man football
saw my first boobies in 8th (IRL not on computer fags)
9th grade year, lost virginity
and my house burned down last febuary
10th grade failing spanish still..
when i was 2 my mom dressed me up for a pumpkin for halloween
i was ****ing adorable
i dont remember anyhting until i was 5
i was in kindergarden, got in trouble everyday.
went in band in 6th grade, played the trombone like a ****ing animal
quit band 6th grade.
i moved to a small school in 7th grade. we played 6 man football
saw my first boobies in 8th (IRL not on computer fags)
9th grade year, lost virginity
and my house burned down last febuary
10th grade failing spanish still..
iaccidentallytwink
Guild Master
Zuty said:
What why? I don't think they're breaking any rules... why would you edit them out just because someone's feelings were offended indirectly?
iaccidentallytwink
Guild Master
UmpteenthTwink said:
4th year of Spanish ONE, Senior.
Come at me.
Cloud
X O
Pterodactyl dropped me over chimney, crashed into roofing. Splinters and blood everywhere. Rolled off side into yard. No one was home at the time, cooked in sun in yard for a solid 4 hours. Neck was too punctured to make sound. By 8pm man comes out side in boxers. Spews white wet liquid into yard. Sees me, jumps back a bit. Left over white wet liquid on thumb. Brushes thumb over forehead leaving liquid trail. Whispers "Simba" and punts me into the clouds. All I saw were clouds. Cloud.
So yeah I guess that's how I got my name.
So yeah I guess that's how I got my name.
Cheruhbim
Legend
I grew up in a wealthy family and a supportive family; living with both my father and mother. I was an only child and have always been until recently. Since I was young I was taught at a private academy. I accelerated fast enough to surpass all others near my age in knowledge. When I was 5 I remember being tutored in chemistry and trigonometry. I learned many languages and was fluent in the top 5 used languages of the world. When I was 10 I finished my studying of science, arithmetic, language, history, and Biblical studies. Since I was 10 I explored the Internet. I became addicted to finding out everything. I was presented with an oppurtunity to learn and I took it. Having intellegiant debates with other individuals made me want to progress in my wisdom. I studied the Internet and every article I could find until I was 13. Three years of non-stop schooling and I was done. I decided I knew everything that was available to me on the Internet. At 14 I enrolled at Harvard. Obviously I was popular as I was the youngest student there. I studied more math and science in college. I wanted to become a bio-chemist in the medical field. Six years go by I graduate Harvard with my masters at age 20. It was then time to put my plan into action. In college a met someone who played a game called World of Warcraft. Being me, I studied every game guide, forum post, any information I could get my hands on. Out of college at age 20 my parents granted me with $20 million. I spent a year creating an accoutrements, leveling every class to 80, and discovering every aspect of the game. I was profound in the game; I knew everything there was to know. One my 21st birthday I created my twink Priest. Using what I have learned for schooling I was able to create the best twink. Theorycrafting, gearing, tweaking my twink everyday. Half a year Cataclysm was released and my twink was fully geared. I used my intellect to help me decipher situations while in-game and figure out what the best move would be. Slowly I became the best Priest 19 twink. Two months into being addicted I went to the store to get groceries. While walking back to my car at 11pm I was jumped. They got my in my lower neck first paralyzingly me in shock. Because I was wise I knew what had happened and that I would be incapable of moving for atleast 10 seconds. They stabbed the mid-section of my calves. I fell to my knees in pain attempting to press the emergency button on my watch. I was too late, they pulled out a sword and sliced off my arms. I was helpless and for the first time in my life I was scared. My whole life was about becoming the best I could at academics, I was never exposed to the real world. Peaking at 5'10 and 125 pounds. I was as strong as a blade of grass. I may look sharp at first, but I am just a push-over. Anyways, I knelt on the pavement of the dark parking lot, trapped to make a move. They took everything I had; they took my car. They tracked down my parents and killed them, they burned their house and mine. They had taken me in trunk the whole way. All I knew was that I was being driven around by a man my height, yet much bigger. After many hours we came to a definite stop. I could tell by tracking in my head each turn he took that we were by an alley. He took me out of the trunk and finished off my legs. He told me that he knew who I was. He told me that I was not good at something I should be good at. I questioned him with a few hard breaths. He told me that I never developed the artistic part of my brain. I was all analytical and that I had not creativity at all. I felt challenged. Had someone achieved my level and even greater? It wasn't possible; I was the best of the world. I spent my whole life trying to be the best and I wasn't about to give up. I accepted his request. I was going to prove to him that I can be creative. And thus I created this story and sent it to by finding him on Facebook. He had my last name. Who was he? His profile had nothing on it beside of his gender and age; 21. Same age as me, and supposedly my brother, how did I not know of him? I would find this out soon enough, I knew I had to send him the message. So I sent him this story that you are reading and he approved. He just replied saying it is fine and gave me another challenge. I continued finishing his challenges day after day and he kept replying "It is fine" or "It is decent". A year passed by and I was tired of it. I had spent all day every day completing his tasks and I still had questions about him. Then I realized that I had created him up in my mind to prove to myself that I had creativity and was an artist. He was a figment of my imagination and nothing more. Self-approvement took over my life and almost killed me, don't let it happen to you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Freshprince
Legend
Barbarous said:
hey kwl mate i saw you post that on 4chan message boards a while back small world huh