why didnt anyone take me seriously :fear: Im dead serious..
1:Kthx> Hey Cower ill let you play the next game if you can name me five medieval weapons.
1:Cower> Sword
1:Kthx> ok
1:Cower> Axe
1:Kthx> WAIT, YOU GOT IT
1:Cower> ?
1:Kthx> GET OFF THE CHAT
Here is some advice on the topic of creative writing for online forums:
The story has to fit with the personality you try to portray or at least fit with what people believe your true personality to be like.
If you are going to lie about something it helps to have similar expiriences to draw upen. Editing the truth is much better than complete fabrication.
Never waste your time trying to get away with a lie when your audience already considers you a liar.
Try not to stack more than 1-2 lies per topic. It's much easier to focus all your effort on one lie than trying to defend a dozen. If you spend enough time convincing people of a single lie you get the added benefit of eventually convincing yourself.
Never ask for advice that even completely anonamous people would be too embarassed to ask.
Don't create a lie that contradicts previous statements.
I weep for future of evil CEO's every where if this is the best you can do.
hopefully one of wards stupid friends got into his account and i can ban them for this...
edit: nope, dammit.
This was my reaction. Turns out this is Ward's connection. So either someone hijacked his PC while he was taking a dump, or he really did just confirm for us everything we already knew about him.
Recently I have been diagnosed with mental retardation, which doctor said came upon my constant state of depression. I'm depressed for several reasons. First of all, I can't get a girl. I'm only 4'9 and I'm pretty ugly. I tried to get sexy girls interested in me, but every time I got rejected because I'm so short and ugly. There was this really fat girl in love with me, but I'm not interested in fat girls, I only want good looking ones. Guys in school pick on me. Every time I try to answer questions, they throw papers in my back and make fun of me. Every time I try to talk to a girl, she looks back at her friends and they all laugh at me. I cannot get a job because I'm too scared of interviews and scared of meeting new people - should I get hired. My addiction is Subspace. I am unable to stop playing this game, because this is the only realm where I'm able to take my anger out on people from my harsh reality. I love to float around in my spaceship for over 15 hours per day and call people ez trash. I put up fake pictures on Trench Wars gallery to make myself look better. My only friends in this world are Izor, Racka, Kthx, rly_dumb, and Slangin Rock. I came here to ask for your help guys. I am unable to live this type of life any longer and I am asking for your suggestion on what to do. (suicide or cutting wrists is not an option ) And I really need a girlfriend to give me my first hug, and maybe actually a kiss.
Depression doesn't lead to mental retardation. That was your first mistake. All this shows is that you're pretty bad at writing fake posts.
Guys I have a confession too... My days and nights have been real hard for me. I eat a lot of food when I'm depressed, and I'm depressed because I'm fat. I don't know what to do, it's really killing me on the inside. I tried looking for love, but my chronic masturbation keeps me from leaving the house. I had a girlfriend once but she left me for my best friend who treats me like shit and only uses me for the inheritance I got from deceased grandfather who really was my only friend. My grades have been so bad, and money has been coming short being that everyone has stolen it, so I find different ways of getting income like sucking a guy named Ricardo off on the corner of third and fifth ave. My father disowned me, my sister ignores me, then all of a sudden my mom got scared, she said "You're moving with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything I could say that this cab was rare but I thought "Nah, forget it, Yo holmes, to Bel-Air!" I pulled up to the house about seven or eight and I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo holmes, smell ya later!" I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne as the prince of Bel-Air. I really feel for your pain Ward.
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