Tard Stories
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Bout to Greentext some Tard OC
The Saga of Blub
>My first experience with the tardarino named Blub
> This story takes place way back in 4th grade
> On my first day of soccer practice
> Blub had downs
> Like superhardcoredowns.exe
> For some fucking reason my school allowed him to play soccer with us thinking it would integrate him into society better
> But were they in for a surprise
> They had all of our faggot asses lined up, doing some bull shit drill
> And the tard of the town, Blub, sauntered up behind me
> I was like, 'ok whatever no big deal'
> thing is, I'd never met or seen his violent and pure strength before
> then, out of the corner of my eye, a soccer ball comes out of nowhere
> I hit the deck but, Blub wasn't so quick
> I hear a snarl
> it resonated deep within my skull and fear slowly crept into my soul
>the Tard prowess was awakening as his ancestors lent him their strength
>>25224751
Go on OP I'm listening.
OC is always good.
> B.O rolled off of his hulking shoulders like waves of dark energy
> the tard was powering up
> I look over my shoulder as I pick myself off the ground,
> his shoulders are heaving up and down
> spittle is dripping off his pimply face as rage fills his gaze
>Sweat forming on his brow was causing the band-aid that was always on his forehead to slowly peel off.
> his body of straight muscle tenses up, ready to charge
>the poor little fag I was thought I could escape his clutches
> and I tried
> scrambling to distance myself was a valiant effort, but not enough
> he pounced catching my right ribs in the hardest fucking punch I've ever seen dealt
> the sheer power of the blow awed me as I was thrown back to the ground
> I rose to my feet once more
> only to feel his hot and wet breath caress the nape of my neck
> my jersey was suddenly gripped by a vice-like claw
>tugging on my clothing, he let the entirety of his body go limp
> all 110 pounds on a 4th graders back was too much and I fought to stay upright, but to no avail
> my knees buckled,
(when people talk about dead weight, it's no joke)
> my unmuscular knees couldn't handle the pressure and my left knee hyperextended bringing us both crashing to the ground.
> Blub was screeching covering up my faggot sobs as the pain in my ribs and leg immobilised me
> The wranglers soon arrived, but it was too little too late.
> Blub had accomplished his goal of revenge
> The two of them could barely drag him off of me
> He kicked and screamed, hitting one of the Wranglers in the cheek
> but they managed to put him in a full body lock till he stopped tweaking out
> I had to go to the hospital
>turns out that I had two fractured ribs and a torn ACL
> Never underestimate the pure strength a tard can possess
P.S They put Blub in some special tard lockdown facility never to be seen again. :?)
Bump a dump
OP Here,
Have another OC story about some vigilante called... The Pisser. Happened at my school way back when.
should i post???
>>25225202
post em plox
>>25225202
Posterino por favorino roboto kun
The Vigilante Pisser
>This all began back in my Junior year of high school
> go to shitty backwood school in the sticks,
> Most kids go piss n shit in the regular bathrooms
> but there is this handicap bathroom that the teachers practically reserved for themselves due to the lack of handicaps
> Its usually pretty clean cause only teachers ever used it
> but one day, my old art teacher walked in there during lunch, and we could hear her screaming bloody murder all the way from the cafeteria
> sounded like she walked in on someone who killed themselves
> I walk over to see what was the matter and I take a look into the single bathroom.
> It was disgusting
> Stale urine coated the walls
>it was dripping down the mirror
>he shat in the sink
> he went as far as to soak the toilet paper roll and fill up the tampon bin.
> the floor had a sickly yellow colour and was stickier than honey.
> the smell was worse than rotting skunk (live in the middle of nowhere)
But this was only the beginning, and the teachers were going to retaliate. After all, this private bathroom was their holy sanctum, their temple. Justice demanded retribution.
>As I said, this was only the beginning
> This was holy ground to the teachers, the one place where they could have much privacy
>even though it was meant for disabled people, it was used as their own personal shitter, and the pisser thought this was an immoral deed.
The people that really lost were the janitors, who had to clean up after this.
> the art teacher felt mentally scarred, so the Pissers plan was working.
> Since it was a bathroom, there were no security cameras for legal purposes, and it was a singular bathroom with a thick wooden door and lock, so when the Pisser was doing his deed there was no way he'd be caught.
> Every day, at increasingly random times, the bathroom would be discovered to be ransacked, shat smeared on the walls, piss everywhere.
> Pure teenage Angst had been embodied.
> These abstract works of art continued for two months
> Until the vigilante, was caught in the act.
> By the Principle
Y'all want me to post the rest?
If i do it will be in a bit cause I have to eat with my family...
>>25226102
>Y'all want me to post the rest?
Yes. Once you've started a story, just finish instead of stopping every two minutes to ask permission.
>>25226133
>stopping every two minutes to ask permission like banging a feminist?
>>25226209
>implying every two minutes is enough
>implying it doesn't become rape the instant the idea of withdrawing consent appears in her mind, with no time to pull out
>>25226033
>principle
I'll end it like this. The kid that was the Pisser, was a complete fucking robot. Absolute outcast that was the definition of antisocial. Not only was he a fuckup around girls, and trash at socializing, but was also a weeaboo. It was a sad day, watching the kid get walked out of school in handcuffs. Many people including myself would never have thought that he had done it. He was just that one quiet kid, not particularly a douche, just really laid back. He never returned. After that, I heard a librarian gossiping about how he was thrown into a mental hospital and was receiving regular therapy. His parents started to disown him, thinking of him like a feral creature, no longer regarding him as their son. His life was ruined, and the night before he was sent away, he messaged me, talking of being an hero at the school. But dreams like his will be remembered by myself and my peers as his own smelly way of going against our school. It was the perfect was to destroy your own life. And my sides forever shall orbit Pluto, due to his valiant sacrifice.
>>25226033
>The principal is your PAL
What happened to the kid? Was it a retard?
>>25227276
Plot twist: The pisser was you.
>>25228089
Nice job, you figured it out ;)
Sneaky Beaky
