Ugh...Another Birthday...The Big One

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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.
 
Oh wow....well....so what do you do for kicks?
 
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. :/
 
o.o Could have sworn I posted something here.
 
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.residentialtreatmentcenterabuse.com/teen-transport-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.
 
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.
 
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.
 
brabbit1987 said:
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.
 
KimbaStarshine said:
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.

Entirely agree. Real kidnappings happen and there have in fact been facilities that do experiments on people and abuses them. Some places have even been closed down due to that. I can believe something like that because it happens. What doesn't happen is all the above. XD
 
No worries. :)

I came here to show parts of myself that I'm not comfortable with putting on my loved ones in full doses, and parts that I can't tell people in my town about. The internet's a great place for that because I can't actually get my feelings hurt by strangers. Happy to educate though; if you got questions don't be afraid to ask. :)
 
Oooh; I just saw a cool classic looking set of the complete Calvin and Hobbes comic strip series! ...If they have it at Barnes and Noble on my birthday that could be a good idea. Mom always asks so I've been trying to think in advance because the last few birthdays and christmas's I had no idea what I wanted/was busy with other stuff......yeah, may as well go out and say it: I used to genuinely be a superhero/RLSH, but my identity was exposed in the newspaper; dude never said he was a reporter and I was busy babysitting a bunch of little kids for the fire chief because I work VFD during the winter months since there's no forest fires. I'm kinda addicted to running in while everyone else is running out, all anyone has to do now is google this "John Hamilton is Hero Man"; it'll probably be the very first link. Great picture of me though....I haven't put on the tights and cape in a while though; I pissed off some of the local Russian Mafia presence which pretty much runs/owns the interior parts of Alaska; hey were trying to rope in a brother firefighter whom I grew up with and was good friends with but who was kinda too stupid for his own good; I constantly had to watch out for him on the fireline too; one time damn near blew my face off with the forester nozzle on the engines hydraulic system. Dude was a hazard and eventually got fired but I couldn't just let him become Russian jail bait so I went to talk with them and....well it went downhill and well nunchucks were kinda involved as well as the front bumper of my moms car on the way out. Saw them later at a Fill The Boot event me and the other guys down at the station were doing for the MDA/MUscular Dystrophy Association, and was scared they'd recognize me but asked if they wanted to help "fill the boot for muscular dystrophy?" as if they were any other citizens that had been walking by; they might suspect something if I skipped them after asking everyone who came before them. Hilariously a few of them actually did help fill the boot with some cash and I gave them all stickers that said "I helped firefighters fight muscular dystrophy!" like I gave to all the others who pitched in haha; donate, get a sticker. Great for the kids. I was kinda amazed that they didn't recognize me, but I guess I look different when I'm wearing shiny blue tights with slicked back hair and a little yellow cape billowing in the wind as I kung fu'd their asses a week prior to them filling the boot for muscular dystrophy lmao. Plus I was wearing my firefighter uniform at the time and was in a group of other firefighters wearing the exact same uniform; I blended right in. I blend in even better when I'm working for the DOF because not only are we all dressed alike but we're all covered in ash and soot....good way to keep a secret identity, but yep...had to blow up in my face sooner or later. Gonna miss it. So yeah; haha, earlier when I posted "Maybe I'll become a SUPERHERO" in a joking manner....well, I wasn't joking; already been there, done that. I still miss it though; there's nothing quite like flying off into the face of danger, laughing at death in the face in a cape and skin tight clothing with an emblazonned chest lol; first time I ever saved anyone as Hero Man I was hooked; line and sinker. :)

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You can google RLSH too. I used to be known as 204-RLSH....different costume; it was just the grey sweats with my number on it that we had to wear back at the School; all I did was add a latex domino mask glued to my face so that it couldn't be pulled down over my eyes in combat. Had a couple different masks; one was more like robins mask and the other was more like a green lantern mask; with the Batman pointy nose bridge thingy; both masks were black. There's probably pics of 204 in the Google Images tab.

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....Heh; wonder if I have Multiple Personality Disorder? XD Wouldn't be surprised.
 
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