a new game...

it's called bullshit... you tell a story and the person below you calls bullshit or not (if they think your story is fake they call bullshit...)

my clan in moh:aa, a FPS from over 5 years ago, invented the word 'pwned'. durring a clan match a player in the rival clan was a real shit talker but had no bite, thus he talked alot but got owned alot... one time after a kill he exclaimed 'pwned' (accidental mis-type of owned) only to be killed by his own grenade 1 second later... and to mock him we began saying pwned everytime we got a kill...

Im calling bullshit. I am pretty sure thats the story on how it got started, but I dont think it was your clan. And I thought it was another game.. counterstrike or something.


When I was in first and second grade, my elementary school bathroom had no stall walls. It was just a row of urinals on one side, and a row of toilets on the wall on the other side. I always avoided shitting there for this reason. Well... one day I just couldnt do it, and was forced to shit there. Of course, according to Murphy and his fucked up law, a group of about 6 or so older kids(this is Southeast D.C., mind you, the murder capital of the world at the time) walked in. Of course I was the first thing they saw, a little white kid shitting his brains out, and they thought it was the funniest fuckin thing in the world. The fact that there was no toilet paper probably struck them as an additional bit of comedy. So yeah, there was no toilet paper, and I had to pull my pants up and deal with it. One of the most miserable days of my life.

sounds pretty true i smell no bullshit

when i was about 13 we were playing football in the street
and some guys came out of nowhere and shot this kid in the stomach
the guys left running and everyone kept playing
when the paramedics showed up a few minutes later
they cut off his shirt and hi sstomach had a lil black hole [not much blood]
he wasnt dying or anything he was just laying there moaning
it was strange cuz no one really cared

It's within the realms of possibility I suppose.

Interlude: How is this game supposed to work are you supposed to write the story and then control C and reload?

....One time, when I was a young lad, I set fire to my local library accidentally. No, OK it was sort of accidental, I dropped a doobie on the floor, I thought I had stinguished, and it set fire to the entire works of Shakespeare.

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Originally Posted by GraziLovesMary

Im calling bullshit. I am pretty sure thats the story on how it got started, but I dont think it was your clan. And I thought it was another game.. counterstrike or something.


When I was in first and second grade, my elementary school bathroom had no stall walls. It was just a row of urinals on one side, and a row of toilets on the wall on the other side. I always avoided shitting there for this reason. Well... one day I just couldnt do it, and was forced to shit there. Of course, according to Murphy and his fucked up law, a group of about 6 or so older kids(this is Southeast D.C., mind you, the murder capital of the world at the time) walked in. Of course I was the first thing they saw, a little white kid shitting his brains out, and they thought it was the funniest fuckin thing in the world. The fact that there was no toilet paper probably struck them as an additional bit of comedy. So yeah, there was no toilet paper, and I had to pull my pants up and deal with it. One of the most miserable days of my life.

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Let me assure you, there is nothing funny about going up to a nice, clean, unsuspectin' urinal, 'kay, droppin' your pants then turnin' around, squattin' over that urinal, 'kay, maybe... maybe pullin' your buttcheeks apart with your hands, m'kay, and then layin' out a big fudge dragon for all the world to see. I call bullshit.