Jan 27, 2016

Just make sure your revenge against them is artistic and not personal.

 

Jan 28, 2016

There's a difference between depressing and self-deprecating.

Great quote yeh.

 

Jan 28, 2016

self deprecating is funny. I didn't find this funny at all

 

Jan 28, 2016

Since when is self-deprecating only used for humor? This is a rant thread, of course it's not for you to laugh at. How arrogant & callous (and f----- up) are you to come into a thread like this and complain that you aren't laughing at my mishaps at school.

 

Jan 28, 2016

u love being a victim huh

 

Jan 29, 2016

no u

 

Jan 29, 2016

Lol if it makes you feel any better in high school back when I was idk 9th or 10th I came from gym didn't have any deo or cologne on and got roasted in my next period for smelling funky as h---

 

Jan 31, 2016

Nah, I actually hate victimization bs. I eschewed that path at an early age as ultimately fruitless, after being dismissed for seeking help. I adopted a strict no snitching policy thereafter and proceeded to take matters into my own hands if I'm wronged.

In the 6th grade before I started reading manga, I was still going through a short lived anime phase. There was this little clique of outcasts that were all into Attack on Titan, Sword Art Online, Persona, Umineko, and other similar anime/visual novels at my school, and being the loner who was desperate to fit in at the time, I ordered a Mikasa figurine off the internet along with Junko from Dangan Ronpa to show off, thinking they would let me in on their little covert club.

I no longer own them, but here’s pics of the models for anyone curious though




On the day I brought them to school, in one of the classes I shared with a few kids from that social group, I placed the figurines at each side of my desk thinking I finally found my niche. I was getting kind of tingly inside; it made me wonder, “Is this what it’s like to be accepted into a social group?”. This brunette girl that sat next to me in that class, however, might’ve been irked by our constant “anime talk”, so she decided to play games with me I assume.

Over the course of the class, she kept doing s--- like yawning loudly and stretching her arms out so as to knock them over or she’d rummage through her backpack pretending she was looking for something, eventually she’d start scavenging it and she’d always throw her bag upwards in a way that knocked my figurines over. She insisted that it was an accident, but knowing her, I highly doubt that. When I asked to be excused, as soon as I started urinating, I remembered that I left Mikasa and Junko unattended on my desk. I ran back, and saw Mikasa was missing and Junko was left to guard my desk alone as if she was in a solitary shift. I started freaking out & asked my peers if they knew Mikasa’s whereabouts. They all shrugged non-chalantly; I started to wonder if it was all one big practical joke, before my teacher yelled at me to take a seat and confiscated Junko since I was being a distraction to the class. Humiliated, I was just in a daze for the rest of the class till the bell rang, and I noticed Mikasa was in my bookbag. Obviously someone placed her there to screw with me, but I knew my anime friends realized how grave an offense it is to mess with someone else’s figurine. I deduced that it had to be HER, so I quickly started plotting my revenge unbeknownst to her & her friends. I approached the teacher after class telling him how this girl has been messing with me and my figurines & how she was the most likely culprit for placing Mikasa in my bookbag, only to be approached with an air of condescension telling me how, “Nobody likes a tattle-tale, and you shouldn’t have brought these toys to school in the first place. Now your parents have to come pick up BOTH your toys.”

I was seething in quiet rage for the duration of the lunch period and realized that, authority figures are rarely helpful unless you have t-ts or provide the goods. It’s a dog eat dog world and if you don’t have charm then you need to be able to fend for yourself, whatever the case snitching is out of the question.

Over the course of the next week I preyed on her like a wolf. Her mannerisms, the things she'd do, the places she’d most feel comfortable in, the people she’d conversate with, I was trying to figure out a way to get back at her without having to resort to physical violence. Eventually I figured out what, at the time, I thought was the "perfect" scheme but it was rather innocuous looking back at it.

On the days where I managed to cloak my way into sitting at the same lunch table as her, I noticed that she always eats her chicken sandwiches from the cafeteria with two packets of ketchup. So on the next Thursday (chicken sandwich day), as soon as the bell ran and our Lunch period started, I sprinted to the cafeteria and even sprained my ankle on the way there, but it was worth it at the time, or at least I thought it was. Once I made it to the line where we can grab condiments, I put my hand into my big hoodie sleeve to make sure no one saw what I was doing, and grabbed as many ketchup packets as I could carry in one hand while still trying to keep my hand wrapped in my sleeve so no one would say anything. Luckily I managed to scoop up the entire bowl of ketchup (there wasn’t that much to begin with luckily), and just lifted my arm upwards, causing the stray packets to fall backwards into the inside of my hoodie.

After I ate lunch and threw most of them away, I waited outside of the cafeteria on the bench across the exit with my hood on. I waited probably a good 30 minutes, wasting most of the whole lunch period, because I thought this was worth it. When I saw her and her "clique" exit the cafeteria, she looked seriously miffed as if I just crashed her birthday party. I couldn’t tell if it was cause she had no ketchup or if it was from a different matter, either way I’ve marked my territory and did a victory lap around her by throwing a packet of ketchup at her feet. She simply didn't even acknowledge my presence, granted I had my hood up so she might not have recognized me, but at the time I figured she was just too fearful to face defeat. I just know that she stopped messing with Mikasa & Junko shortly thereafter, as if she retreated from a full-blown war, and I could see her waving the white flags already.

 

Jan 31, 2016

you lost me here i dont know this word

 

Jan 31, 2016

I read the first paragraph and its just u bitching about s--- so im not gonna read that trash, keep playing the victim card aint gonna get u far

 

Jan 31, 2016

Ok, I'm sorry you feel that way.

 

Jan 31, 2016

if u were sorry u would stop

 

Jan 31, 2016

As you grow up you'll realise plotting revenges is a waste of time.

 

Jan 31, 2016

 

Jan 31, 2016

not true at all. revenge is sweet and now that i'm in my twenties i'm finally starting to plot my revenge on all of those that did me wrong in elementary. if anything, drax, i'd say keep a note of the names of everyone who did you wrong in your formative years and f--- them up royal for it later in life. i'm ruining peoples lives i haven't seen in 15 years right now as i type this and it's better than sex.

 

Jan 31, 2016

f---ing Nori looking through my post history

 

Jan 31, 2016

 

Jan 31, 2016

OP u might want to watch this for further assistance when making forum posts. have fun.

 

Jan 31, 2016

ta plottings for kissless virgins n future neets ur supposed to k--- whoever offends u imo

 

Jan 31, 2016