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    JohnnyHamilton

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    In five days I will be turning 21 years old....crap. Anyone else here hate getting older??? XD Lol; I know; silly question. XD

    But at least I'll be able to drink legally; I've been partying and doing drugs since I first escaped from the mad science lab in Utah.....I thought it was what normal teenagers were supposed to do (I was sixteen when I entered the party scene).

    I wanted to blend in, I wanted to do stupid stuff and just have fun and feel like I was just a normal kid and not a total freak on every level....didn't really work out though. After a few fights at various parties, people started catching on that there was something very different about the twelve year old little boy who mysteriously disappeared all those years ago. Even when drunk I was a force of nature; highly trained, programmed to destroy. I started getting popular, which I didn't like because all I wanted to do was.....disappear. Again. Just sink into the shadows, or fly somewhere far far away where nobody knows me or knows what happened....but I know what would happen if I left my family. I wouldn't no where else to go but back to that godforsaken desert where it all began, and I'd be consumed with wrath, and I would turn into a monster and start killing all the mad scientists and evil business men who ruined my life, who just kept chipping away at me until I have no more sense of self; trying to turn me into nothing. And it terrifies me; this darkness in me. The only other urges I have that are strong than the ones for vengeance and killing, are the urges I've had my entire life long before Utah ever happened; the one thing which could save me from this abyss, that can re-design me into how I used to be, full of wonder and imagination and pure innocence, the one thing which can wash all the blood off my hands and caked to my skin and that can stop the screams of tortured children from echoing in my head like they echoed through the drain in the concrete floor of my brick cell that I was forced to relieve myself in, kept in total isolation and sensory deprivation for days at a time; you have no idea just how messed up that stuff can make people; let alone little kids.

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    Oh wow....well....so what do you do for kicks?

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    JohnnyHamilton

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    I'm a huge bookworm; I read a lot of books. Watch TV, play video games once in a blue moon. The usual stuff. I'd like to spend more time outdoors but I tend to hide myself away a lot. :/

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    Quote Originally Posted by JohnnyHamilton View Post
    That article doesn't say anything about children being ''kidnapped'' though. If you were sent by your family to such a program, it's fine to tell your story, but not to exaggerate.

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    MarchinBunny

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    o.o Could have sworn I posted something here.

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    JohnnyHamilton

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    I'm not exaggerating, Kimba.

    When I was twelve I had a temper tantrum at school. Nothing was broken. Nobody got hurt. But people had been lying in wait for me, waiting for me to do something that they could twist towards their own evil gains. They convinced the School Board somehow that I was a threat to myself and everyone around me. Probably wasn't hard. Some of my teachers were afraid of me because of my psychic abilities. Like when I was able to tell when something bad was going to happen, or when the teachers told stories of their own childhood and I would visualize/daydream in my head what they experienced. The first time I realized that the daydreams I was having weren't my own creation was when I'd zoned out and finished the daydream in my head without listening to the teacher before snapping out of it and the teacher's story matched what I had just seen in my head before she even finished. After that I'd like to quiz myself on accuracy and asked questions to the teachers; more often than not I was dead on and it creeped some of them out; one even sorta cracked and actually screamed at me, "STOP IT!" There were a few teachers though who marveled at it and saw me as "special". They tried to save me from the Men In Black (I'm not sure who they worked for, but they wore suits and smelled like government). It didn't work though; my childhood days were officially numbered. Some of the teachers went to my parents immediately to warn them, saying the best bet would be to get me out of the village and that there was a foster home over a hundred miles away that would be able to take care of me.

    It was a nice place; I lived there for a few months or so; maybe even a year. Kinda fuzzy. I remember feeling safe and cared for, like maybe the bad guys wouldn't find me. But they did.

    One night four black clad figures barged in my bedroom door while I was sleeping. I was on my feet and fighting pretty quick, but I was just a skinny little kid. I held them off for a while but eventually got subdued; one of them punched me in the face before throwing me down the stone steps of the front porch. I bounced back up just in time to have my arms pinned behind me by a fifth person; the Driver. I struggled hard but couldn't get free so I resorted to spitting blood in their faces, screaming bloody murder; all I had left to fight back with at that point. This prompted one to produce a black sack and throw it over my head. Just before everything went black I remember seeing a woman across the street whipping or cell phone out; I'd prayed she was calling the cops. At the time I thought I was definitely being kidnapped and that these people were bad guys; I had no idea any of this was actually legal at the time. For all I know though, the woman could have easily just been phoning in the "target acquired" message.

    Whole thing was a set up; my parents were conned by patsies and they are just as furious about everything as I am....maybe even moreso. There was never anything wrong with me; I didn't need to be locked up in a cage. It's just easier for mad scientists to experiment on us in that position because "nobody believes you when you're 'crazy'. "

    I later learned those black clad figures were what I now know as an Escort Unit; you can read about them here: http://www.residentialtreatmentcente...t-services.php

    So....damn straight I was kidnapped by mad scientists. No exaggeration whatso-friggin-ever. Some kids plyed with tonka trucks as kids; some got wired up to computers to play video games with their thoughts. Stuff happens, lol.

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    I'm sorry but... If that happened to you, then your parents or foster parents had to agree to it, or you were ordered there by a court of law.

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    MarchinBunny

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    I am sorry, but there is no way, no how, I could believe such a story. You want to know why?

    "psychic abilities"
    "Men In Black"
    "smelled like government"
    "four black clad figures"
    "screaming bloody murder"
    "target acquired"
    "mad scientists"
    "escaped"
    "drugs"
    "highly trained"
    "force of nature"
    "programmed to destroy"
    "darkness in me"

    It goes on and on.

    It reeks of BS. Who tells their traumatic story like this? This sounds like something straight out of a movie rather than being something that actually happened.
    You also claimed in your very first post you want to go very far away where no one knows you or knows what happened. Yet you are here telling us? So for some reason ... you want us to know. But no one else.

    Let me put it this way, I was and technically still am a pretty big roleplayer. I have played a ton of D&D, and other online games where we make stories like this for our characters. The issue with your story is it simply sounds extremely far fetched, it sounds exactly like one of those role play stories even down to the words you used to explain it. In fact, your story is very cliché.

    Almost as cliché as the "I lost my memory" background story.

    Edit: I am copying this post, cause I am pretty sure some how my last post was deleted. Don't want that to happen again.

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    Quote Originally Posted by brabbit1987 View Post
    I am sorry, but there is no way, no how, I could believe such a story. You want to know why?

    "psychic abilities"
    "Men In Black"
    "smelled like government"
    "four black clad figures"
    "screaming bloody murder"
    "target acquired"
    "mad scientists"
    "escaped"
    "drugs"
    "highly trained"
    "force of nature"
    "programmed to destroy"
    "darkness in me"

    It goes on and on.

    It reeks of BS. Who tells their traumatic story like this? This sounds like something straight out of a movie rather than being something that actually happened.
    You also claimed in your very first post you want to go very far away where no one knows you or knows what happened. Yet you are here telling us? So for some reason ... you want us to know. But no one else.

    Let me put it this way, I was and technically still am a pretty big roleplayer. I have played a ton of D&D, and other online games where we make stories like this for our characters. The issue with your story is it simply sounds extremely far fetched, it sounds exactly like one of those role play stories even down to the words you used to explain it. In fact, your story is very cliché.

    Almost just as cliché as the "I lost my memory" background story.

    Edit: I am copying this post, cause I am pretty sure some how my last post was deleted some how. Don't want that to happen again.
    This whole thing has been bugging so much that I've actually gone and done research on the place he claimed to be detained. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Provo_Canyon_School So far I believe that he was probably sent to this place for behavioral issues. Who knows, he could have been abused, as others claim. If he would have come here and told his story normally, it could be believable. But when you start saying you were kidnapped by mad scientists for being psychic and sent to a facility that has a superhuman under its control, that's where things go downhill fast. Honestly I'd believe a person more who claims they were abducted by aliens.

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