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Halloween Tales of Terror
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Halloween Tales of Terror

So I was in the chat telling stories and I thought there should be a scary stories thread since it is October.

Once upon a time there was a scenie weenie named Jake. He loved four things; Blood on the dance floor, his BMW his parents bought him, easy scene chicks and cocaine. Jake was an overprivileged brat who got everything he wanted. He thought he was real hot shit when he strutted around the high school like he owned it.

He did a lot of drugs but cause his parents got him good lawyers he never went to jail and got his record cleared through a gateway program. He called himself the scene chick wrangler of Elbow Drive and looked down on all the other kids. He made fun of the homeless when he went downtown and threw change and hot coffee at them for laughs.

One day when he was outside of the mall for a smoke he laughed right in the face of homeless man. You smell like fucking shit and your teeth are nasty as fuck he shouted. The man said you could be just like me one day watch it. "Nah man won't happen" as he walked away.

After a night of snorting coke and fucking bitches he got in his car doing 180 klicks and smacked into a lamppost. Jake was never one to follow the rules so he wasn't wearing a seat belt cause he was just that tough. He was thrown through the windshield and was sprawled out on the sidewalk. He woke up in a dark room and he couldn't see anything but a heard a voice saying something. "Tell me jake have you always treated others kindly" boomed the voice. "I dont have to say shit without a lawyer, I want a fucking phone call". Well this isn't jail your dead.

"Dead" whined Jake like a little 5 year old rather than a young man of 16. That's not cool I'm only 16 why do I have to go now? It is your time said the voice, now tell me have you treated others kindly. "Well your honor I consider myself a victim of society and would really like to treat others better I would be willing to accept a court appointed therapist if you would just let me live please." Well this isn't court but I'm going to let a guy you met decide. Above Jake appeared the homeless man he laughed at, 'Roy do you think this kid is sorry", no not really said he homeless man.

Well your going back, but not with the life you had. Jake was reincarnated into a very poor family and had to struggle throughout life just to survive.

The End.
(This post was last modified: 10-06-2014 05:00 PM by Evan92.)
10-06-2014 04:57 PM
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RE: Halloween Tales of Terror

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Hello, traveler.

This is an ancient account I have not used in a long time. My views have changed much in the intervening months and years.

Nonetheless, I refuse to clean it up. Pretending that I've held my current views since the beginning of time is what we in the industry call a lie. Asking people to do so contributes to moralistic self-loathing. "See, those people have nothing damning! I do! I'm truly vile!"

Because you can never be a good person with a single blemish on the moral record, I thought that simply entertaining some thoughts made me irredeemable. Though I don't care for his writing style, William Faulkner presents a good counterexample. He went from being a typical Southern racist to supporting the civil rights movement. These days we'd yell at him for that, probably.

People are allowed to change their views.

Nevertheless, this period of my life has informed some of how I am today. In good ways and bad ways. To purge it would be to do a disservice to history. Perhaps it will not make anyone sympathetic, but it may help someone understand.

If, after reading all this, you still decide to use the post above as evidence that I am evil today, ask yourself if you have never disagreed with the moral code you now follow. In all likelihood you did, at some point. If some questions are verboten, and the answer is "how dare you ask that," don't expect your ideological opponents to ever change their minds.
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RE: Halloween Tales of Terror

The rich boys are scared

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Halloween Tales of Terror

* This may be offensive to some but what the fuck have a laugh.
Watch the 80s movie motel hell as well.

Motel Patel

Once upon a time in place far away called Abbotsford BC there lived a man named Hartinder who owned a rundown motel and curry shop with his wife Baljeet. Their curry was the best in all of the lower mainland and they owed it to their secret family recipe passed down through generations. The occupants of the motel were mostly downtrodden whites whom were lazy drug addicts like the ones on east hastings. Hartinder hated them becuase they had all the opportunities in the world yet they squandered them. "Good for nothing white boys" he would scream at his 5 daughters as they did there 12 hours of homework a night. "They will never be CPA or engineer"!

Hartinder had a dark secret however, from time to time he would lure in lowlives and trap in a back room of his motel. Then we would cut out their vocal cords and bury them with their heads sticking out in has garden out back. Even worse is he would eventually grind them up in his curry and sell it to other addicts the next day. One night a man came in higher than Kurt Cobain himself looking for a place to crash after his heroin high came down. Hartinder quickly tried to knock him out with a flower vase but failed and he ran away.

The police came and discovered Hartinder's dirty secret and he was arrested. Just when you think its safe its not. This is Canada not Texas or Florida. Hartinder was given 3 weeks in a psych institute and the police were ordered to undergo cultural awareness training for the white privilege. They say you can still smell the sweet odour of butter junkie wafting through the streets of Abbotsford.
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