>Be me. >At least 14 years old. >Definately before high school. >Visinting Disneyland for Holloween. >First time there so family and I spent a lot of time visiting every last inch of the park. >Eventually it's night, family and I had spent all day walking around to pass time. >Somehow there's not a single bench where the parade would be. At least not one that was empty. >Feet hurt, like really fucking hurt. >I come up with a decent idea. >I would take a baby stroller and roll it around with me pretending like I was just using it to carry my stuff. > At the parade and I'm using it as a chair while everyone else without one suffers. >I remember the parade being so boring that I was trying to sleep through it. I don't know why it just felt unlively. >For some reason, I assume a performer, dressed as a skeleton in a grey suit turned to me and pointed at me. No fucking clue why. They don't remember them dancing or anything like that, just marching. That woke me the fuck up.
I know that isn't an astonishing green text so I'll share another one. Give me a moment.
>Be me. >First year of middle school. First week in fact. >Late to class. >Previous class was gym/P.E. >I end up in class in the schools gym >uniform, it was against dress code, despite it litterally following all of the dress code rules to the letter. >Teacher sees this. >"Alright user, since it's your first week I'll let this pass. I'll let give you time to leave so you can change clothes." >Outside classroom now. >The closest bathroom was on the other side of school if I remember correctly. >Only had five minutes to go to a bathoom change, and get back. >Would of taken me ten to run to the closest bathroom, change, and run back. >That wasn't a option. I had to do something drastic. >Begin to take of gym shirt. Switched it out for regular shirt. >That's only half the job though. >Begin taking off shoes. >I hear my teacher. >"What's going on out there?"
Ian Sanchez
>Shit! Gotta make this quick. >I get down to both shoes. I >I hear nothing. I think I'm in the clear. >No one is outside, no one sees me. >I begin to draw down my pants, but I realize too late that I accidentally pulled town my underwear too. >Teacher opens door and sees my bare ass and slams the door shut. >To try and make things quick I tried to shove my regular pants over the gym shorts. >Walk back into the classroom. >Teacher looks like he saw a ghost. >I sit back down. >We never talk about this incident ever again. >I go on to do pretty well in that class. >History goes on to become my favorite subject. >I'm pretty sure he didn't write me up at all now that I think about. >Hey Teach, I doubt you're actually on this website, but if you somehow are, well, I miss you. Thank you for being a cool guy and sorry for flashing you when we first met.
Liam Price
Should I add one more story to the pile?
Caleb Wood
yes
Tyler Kelly
Alright, on the way! Give me a moment. I wasn't exactly planning on writing three stories tonight! This better all get archived, recorded or something.
Nolan Perry
>Be me. >Early middle school >Notice a guy sitting alone on a bench. >I sit next to him. >What's wrong? >I think he said something along the lines of "Fuck off you little shit." >"Hey, what the heck dude? I just want to talk." >"You do?" >"Sure. Why not be friends?" >"Okay." >"Turns out, he had depression. Couldn't really reach out to people. >For a while I think we were our only friends. >Now, let me tell you about this guy, let's call him Robert. It's what he would have wanted. >Robert's great great great grandfather was a confederate soilder. Supposedly one who didn't own slaves. >Because of this, this guy was very republican, very southern, and was not afraid to use the N-Word. >He was the first person I met at that school who openly hated Furries, thus, he and I got along perfectly. Plus I was also right-leaning so that helped. >We both also shared a love for history and would make up all kinds of crazy what-if scenarios for the civil war. >What if aliens invaded? >What if the civil war escilated to a wolrld war? >What if the soldiers and (insert some kind of superpower here, for example, making all of the soldiers stand users.) >What if Batman existed back then, etc, >This all culminated into a game we made together we called "Battles and Beyonetes." >Give me a moment to post how it's played.
Sebastian Scott
>Get a sheet of paper, preferably one with the U.S. map printed on it. >Sellect up to three states. Depending on if you played north or south, you had to pick three states from either the north or south. >Each state has a recourse. Some states like New York, for example, had the "City" recourse, meaning you were to choose New York you already start with more than enough people for an army. >A state like Virginia had things like the white house, meaning that if one started with that state they had public support, increasing the enemies chance of losing soldiers to whoever had the capital. >But this wouldn't be like any other battle. We were bored, so we decided to mix things up. >For this game, we both customized our armies to add whatever we wanted...
