@C : You must be new here. We haven't a more self centered and attention seeking person on these forums past tiff. He she is constantly talking about he she's body and how hot it is, along with reassuring him herself that he she's smart and "the perfect woman".
Clearly a case of someone who wants to be accepted as something more than they are and use BS on forums to fill some kind of hole in said persons life.
Edit: Well said, Bob
Actually what people should take from this, especially anyone new here, is that you miss absolutely no opportunity to talk shit about me. I see it every single time, you're always there, talking shit. Every single time, it's always you there talking shit, it doesn't even matter what it was.
You've got a real problem. The saddest part is that we use to be friends. I wonder what happened that made you so damned spiteful...
I am. Because people link me here. Had they not, I probably wouldnt have posted.
That aside. Yes, we were friends before. I'm surprused you remember. Those were cool times. I enjoyed them. I like to think I'm not spiteful. I just call bullshit when I sees it. You were manageable back then and were able to hold a conversation without going off the deep end with your crazy sciences and OMG FUTASEVERYWHERE.
People have opened up here and then backed what they said. 99% of what you claim nowadays seems completely unrealistic for anyone out there and you expect us all to just take it at face value. It's easy to build a persona up on the internet.
Think of it like the werewolf game. We all think you're a wolf and you haven't given us any valid reason to think otherwise. think
You just don't get it, do you?
I don't want attention. I don't want to give proof. I don't even want to be known.
To be honest, I should have just kept my mouth shut from the beginning and never shared even the slightest crumbs about my life. Nobody cared back then.
I'm a very paranoid person and that I even revealed my birthday here is pretty terrifying to be honest. That I never even intended to post here at all originally is why I even used my actual name as a username and the only reason I even did that much is because it's such a common first name that it'd actually be far less traceable than a unique username. You could easily google something like "shabutie" or "Tatsujin" but Tiffany? 67.4 million results - good luck.
The problem with using your actual name and revealing your profession and location is that it makes it incredibly easy for someone to find you. If I were to ever upload a picture here it'd be laughably easy to find me. What's more, I really can't imagine what "proof" any of you morons expect someone to provide in regards to any of this. What proof would you yourself be willing to provide to strangers on the internet for nothing more than their own satisfaction and a grave breach of your own personal security and privacy? We have professionals from all walks of life here and personally I'd never ask any of them for any kind of proof of their credentials. It's an invasion of privacy and none of my god damned business.
Delving into it further, there's a ridiculous double standard when it comes to the assumed right that anyone that is a girl should have to provide proof of their gender and if they aren't ass ugly that necessity is only escalated to a point of ridiculousness. There is literally no man, even a male underwear model, that would ever be asked to provide proof of their claim. On the flip side, even if someone were to claim they were a fat and ugly girl they would in fact have it expected of them. It's a stupid sexist double standard and there's a few things about our society I despise and that's one of them. It's one of the sole reasons many girls never even reveal that they are in fact girls because they know they'll be hounded by the same idiocy and expectations. The only girls that really thrive in this kind of culture are the carefree idiots and attention whores.
I wasn't always this paranoid. At one point I never had a home alarm, I didn't have locks on the doors inside my home, and half the time I didn't lock or even close my doors to the outside. I posted my pictures on the net too back then. Stalkers are one thing, but after a home invasion you can't ever really think so laxly about security ever again. Now I have a home security system, I always lock my door, I have locks on my doors inside my home, and I even go so far as have my bedroom door barred from the inside. I sleep with a glock 27 under my pillow, and I sure as hell don't post my pictures on the internet anymore. To be honest, I look at real life picture threads now and all I can see is a grievous breach of everyone's security that posted inside and how easily it would be for someone to find them. I actually had someone tell me
the city I live in, just from a few pictures I'd posted, and that was without any kind of signs or anything... just a picture by the side of some obscure building that nobody should have known. I hadn't even revealed the state I lived in, and that was just the beginning. To be honest, it's good that I got paranoid though because if I didn't sleep with a glock 27 under my pillow before I ever had a home invasion I'd be dead right now. I suppose I have psycho stalkers to thank for that, as absurd as that statement is, or even the thought of it.
So no, I won't ever post a picture, I won't ever provide any kind of proof regarding literally anything about myself, and I really don't care if you think this is just another colorful story to add to my collection of fairytales because it's the absolute truth. To be honest, I wouldn't even expect you to believe it because once someone delves so deep into skepticism and suspicion as you, it makes roots and buries them deep. Even something as simple as saying I went out for a strawberry milkshake would likely sound like some kind of underhanded plot or scheme, somehow a lie for who knows what end. So I suppose in saying that what I'm really getting at is that my explanation isn't really for you, it's for anyone still with enough reason left in them to at least try and understand the circumstances and how they might react in kind.
@Tiff:
Yes, we really think you put someone into a coma for just words. Let me fetch that point here:
I'll even be calm if you rile me up, to a point, but once you pass that point I don't experience what you'd call anger... I think you'd have to call it blind rage.
The last time someone actually pushed me that far I ended up putting them in a coma for a couple weeks, not to mention a whole slew of broken bones. I damn near killed them... They kind of had it coming, talking completely untrue shit just to be a total bitch about my best friend that'd literally just committed suicide in front of me.
You point to us where there was any mention of anything else than words. That conveys pretty perfectly that you beat her up because you were pissed off at her talking. You even mention that again later in the same paragraph: "She just wouldn't shut up."
Then there's this:
They were all troublemakers, with rap sheets a mile long. And me? Well, I'm squeaky clean, popular, and even went to very prestigious schools, practically a pillar of the community. The cops wouldn't even believe them that one tiny little cute girl did that to all of them and without any witnesses they couldn't do jack shit.
You know there is nothing positive in this, right? This looks like you got off on something you shouldn't have and they suffered because of favoritism and prejudice.
Ever thought if you act the same way offline as you do online? If you do, perhaps you're not as liked as you might think. Or perhaps, just perhaps, you act like a douchebag online. Remember the tiff that used to run murdergame? That tiff was awesome.
It's funny how everyone keeps going back to "that" Tiff. But let me tell you a little secret...
I literally wasn't any different than I am now. The only difference is that I never said jack shit about myself and as a result you didn't feel as if you were entitled to private personal information that is really none of your god damned business.
The thing I really don't think you understand is that when I act like a total bitch here it's not because I'm just a shitty person... It's defending myself. You can try to blame me for that all you want, but in the end it's you and people like you that are at fault.
Nobody in real life asks me to provide proof of my profession. Nobody in real life asks me to provide proof of how I look, obviously, and to be perfectly honest... Nobody asks of proof for fuck all in real life, because this is a phenomena limited to some kind of cesspool mentality that has become the internet. The one where girls don't exist, where nobody is successful, the one where it's cool for guys to be complete pricks to girls and treat them like shit. It's a culture of douchebags and I do hate it. I hate memes, I hate shorthand, I hate the complete and utter loss of respect people have for one another, and what this garbage has made everyone become. Very few people are as such gigantic douchebags as they are on the net. Those guys that tell girls on the internet "tits or gtfo" and shit like "get back in the kitchen" and shit, most of them would never
dare say such drivel to a girl in the flesh. I suspect most would probably be too much of a coward to even talk to a girl, well alone spout some shit like that.
If you really think I was so wonderful back then, why don't you go back and look at the end of my last murder game and see just what I thought about everyone here, even then. It's nothing less than sheer and complete disappointment. It's not just here either... I'm getting so sick of stupid incompetent people that feel entitled well beyond their values.
My best friend didn't kill herself in front of me because she was some emo teen. She was abducted, beaten, raped, and mutilated by some selfish prick that found out they had some nasty as fuck STD's and were going to die so who gives a fuck what they do because it didn't matter anymore... She was cute, adorable, and the best person I ever knew. And I don't just mean she was funny, always brightened everyone's day, or the most incredible friend anyone could ever ask for. She was a good person... She helped people, she actually gave a shit about everyone.
Everyone. And the one thing she wanted out of life? The die hard romanticist fairytale... She wanted to lose her virginity to her true love after marrying him, to have a white picket fence, and little rug rats running around. That's it.... She was a fucking virgin, man. She was so pretty too... she could have gotten it on with any guy she wanted, but it was important to her. And all in terrible night of some bastard's horrible judgment it was all taken away from her. Her dreams, her looks, her future, everything. Honestly, I say that I would never kill myself but she was the strongest person that I knew and I'm not sure that in her situation that I wouldn't have done the same... god, it was so horrible....
So maybe it's been one shitty thing after the other that I've witnessed in my life that has made me lose trust in people, that made me paranoid, and that made me start to really begin to hate some of the scum on this planet...
Do you know why I went into Genetics? I mean, the
real reason? It wasn't because I was so conceited I thought I deserved to live forever... It was because I knew if I'd had the knowledge back then that I do now maybe I could have saved my friend... I could have given her some kind of hope that I would find a cure for her, that her life wasn't over... and maybe I really could have saved her, and not just words. It's things like these that mold our lives, single events that afterwords we are forever changed. There have only been a few but they change you irreversibly forever. You can never go back to how you were before no matter how much you try.
I never wanted to be a Geneticist before, you know... I really didn't. I wanted to be a writer, though I suppose you shouldn't find that hard to believe. A writer and an artist. I wanted to write and produce movies; I even had some grand plans, but... Well, I guess it doesn't matter. I've went on for long enough now simply out of my own indulgence. I suppose I really should stop sharing anything about myself though. It doesn't really benefit anyone, certainly not me. That, I think, is likely the most amusing thing that I can take from any of this... Everyone assumes I say anything about myself just to build myself up or something, but the sad reality is that by sharing anything about myself all I do is create hostility and an air of suspicion. I'd actually be far better off if I
did lie out my ass about everything, because at least then the shit I say would sound believable. It's kinda funny how lies would be much easier to believe than the truth... I guess that's just human nature. People want to believe what they expect and they refuse to believe what disagrees with their own ideals.
