Nothing Less Than Randomness #1~YearbooksSince three weeks ago, I've really understood why yearbooks are so funny. The reason is that I've got the yearbook of twenty years ago from my principal because I'm going to write a column about the history of my school in the new schoolpaper.Nothing Less Than Randomness #1~Yearbooks7 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It will be the first edition and it will be published next week, so I hope that everyone will like it!
Of course it is funny to see how the school was looking like twenty years ago but the most funny things are the pictures. Not the pictures of the students - I don't know any of them - but the pictures of the teachers!!!
So I spent a whole afternoon laughing and looking to that pictures. Some teachers haven't changed at
LeaderboardsAlex is better than me at everything. And as I watch my body erupt in a shower of lumpy gore around an exploding rocket, I am never more aware of the fact.Leaderboards5 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I swear, loudly and angrily, and take a sip of Coke. I hear him laugh from a few seats up: brash, confident, mocking. He knows it, too.
I put the can down and tap impatiently at the mouse, desperately trying to get into battle as quickly as possible. Numbers on-screen tick down in seconds which feel like minutes. I'm losing time and he's getting even further ahead. I click harder, faster, as if to speed up the countdown until my respawn. I swear again, this time I'd-
A whoosh and a zoom and a flood of mind-cleansing adrenaline as my avatar is thrust back into the battle arena. I hit the ground sprinting and gun down Doug before he can claim the Rocket Launcher, grab the weapon for myself, and instantly swerve from side to side to avoid a rush of incoming plasma. I take in the room in less than a heartbeat, skip around the swi
The Diaries of an Internet-goer: Ch. 1I've found during my time online that sometimes things get out of hand and serious in many places I've taken the time to be a part of or observe. I don't know why exactly, it just happens it seems. Arguments, disagreements, backstabbings, friends throwing away friends for someone who isn't worth it. It's made me realize I enjoy my life outside of the computer much more than online.The Diaries of an Internet-goer: Ch. 13 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Let me start with one instance.
Some years ago, I was a part of this awesome forum on Fanfiction.net called The Fate. I used to be really good friends with the admin named Storm. It was a fun place, and it got me away from just RPing cat characters. I had fun, we all did.
The admin ended up making a few bad choices, picked fights with a group from another forum and brought the drama to The Fate. People targeted her because she made a big deal about things that were harmless. In turn, I and others were often caught in between because Storm couldn't stop dragging things on.
Day 1219th May, Monday/ Brad-? (approx: 0 km-TOTAL: 385 km)Day 1214 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once I woke up in the morning, I went to the store, bought some food for the entire day to chew on and went down straight to work. I typed all-day long and once I had everything saved on the DESKTOP, I started posting my stories on the Web. Of course, the old computer kept freezing once in a while, but nothing too annoying. However, once I reached day 5 of my journey, the unthinkable happened: the computer wouldn't load Windows no matter how many times I restarted it so I couldn't post all what I typed. I was really mad and depressed that I worked so much and I couldn't post it all. Of course, I had to book a room for another night and by doing so, I only remained with 40 lei. This definitely gives me a deja-vu feeling when I first went away from home towards Bistrita with the same amount of money. But this time, I won't give up so easily like the last time; I'm too determined to reach as far as possible, even if it mea
Post-It Notes to 14-Year-Old MeTaped to an unmade bed:Post-It Notes to 14-Year-Old Me5 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Hey. It's future you. I left you some post-it notes. I think I'm supposed to do this with a big letter, but knowing your attitude you'll probably chuck it in the trash after the first paragraph. I'll stick with post-its; they're flexible. Seriously, you should see where I stuck some of them – and you will find them. I know everything you do and why you're doing it. I know all. Fear me.
Um, scratch the fear part. I'm supposed to be giving you advice. Please listen to me – you're a big girl and you'll save yourself a lot of damage in the future. But I guess even if you ignore me, the internet will get a good laugh at your expense.
Yes, this how small your handwriting gets, because I stuck all this on a single post-it. You'll make your future math teachers cry.
Taped to the shower head:
Please use this. I mean please use it more than once a week. When people ask you how often you bathe, they're not necessarily making fun of you. When your
DogsSo I love the /r/NoSleep community. I have never posted anything because I've never had anything to tell, until now. I have no idea what happened that night but everything I tell you is 100% true as I saw it. I want some community feedback to maybe answer some of my questions.Dogs19 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
So it was the end of the summer, August 15th to be exact, before my freshman year at the University of Nevada Reno. My girlfriend, and two best friends were driving around all day in my 2004 Subaru forester. It was about 6:00 P.M. when we decided we should head up to Boca Reservoir to go skinny dipping. Boca is about halfway between Reno and Truckee on I-80. So we start the drive and we take the exit up to Boca reservoir. We get to Boca and realize that there are people all over the place and that we don't really want to nude up in front of all of them. Now, the nice thing about Boca is Stampede Reservoir is about 15 minutes up the road from Boca, this difference however means Stampede doesn't see many people. We