As you guys know I'm the family fuck up. let me tell you about christmas 2013 and how I ruined it for everyone in my immediately family
I can still remember waking up on Christmas Eve. I had slept late. Here I was laying in a puddle of sweat even though it was cold as shit. Here I was shitting my ass out and throwing up yellow stuff even though I had not even eaten. I was like a fish out of water flipping around in pain. You see I was withdrawing from fentanyl. I could not even stand up. i was desperate... for about 2 hours I just laid in my bed crying my eyes out alone at home. i remember i called all my family members and told them straight up if I could go to my great grandpas house for at least $20 to buy a fix. i begged. i cried, i pleaded. i told them it was christmas and to please at least just spot me $20 this time. they all said no. even my great grandpa. i asked if I had any presents i could trade for a fix and also was told there was no presents for me (tbh i haven't gotten presents since i was 16). my withdrawal was getting so bad it triggered a bit of a psychotic break. i remember hallucinating elfs were raping me and mocking me. i hallucinated God had damned me and the whole world was laughing at my plight.
eventually i got so pissed off it gave me a boost of energy. i quickly started looking for baggies of heroin or any other item that could contain traces of fentanyl and/or heroin. luckily after about a hour i managed to make a .05 shot of fent/heroin mixture. it calmed my nerves a bit but like i said i was withdrawing from fentanyl so i needed a pure hit of fentanyl. by this time it was already 5 o clock. i tried going to the pawn store to pawn shit but they were all closed. i tried to trade some games for a bag of fentanyl (we'll refer to it as china white from now on) but also nothing. hell i even tried to beg. but being a subhuman with hypo ecto dysplasia most people were just disgusted by me. i remember standing outside a circle K bawling my eyes out looking for anybody to look me in the eyes. nobody would turn to look at me. i remember asking all types of people, BEGGING them for a few quarters on fucking christmas eve.. after about 1 hour of begging i only managed to get $4. when i went over to this junkie chick and asked her how much she had gotten she showed me $200, food, and even presents from strangers... wow. i asked her if she could bust some out but of course she said no. she said it was christmas I had to have gotten money too... honestly i was thinking of robbing her at this point but as a junkie i understood where she was coming from so i just left.
i got on my bike ready to bike back home to face withdrawals and cry my eyes out in pain.. thats when a plan came into fruition. i decided to go buy some lorazepam and xanax. you see with those two drugs i can pull anything off. when im not on them im not a thief, but when i am i become sticky fingers. so i stop by my dealers and buy a bar and one roche 2 (xanax and lorazepam).. i parachute them so they could take effect quick.... once they hit me thats when sticky fingers comes out the shadow and starts to talk to me. i started to think about a way to steal my chad and stacy familys presents without being caught... thing was i was banned from my great grandpas house and the guard guy (some wetback from honduras) had been told not to let me in. plus all the pawnshops were closed and my dealers wanted only cash. thats when it dings on me.. i remember about the christmas stocking traditions where all my cousins and brothers/sisters hang them and my GGP puts maybe a $50 or $100 in them... i knew my family would leave at 8 to go sing gay christmas carols so i knew to strike at 8.. BUT THE GUARD WAS THERE. i didn't want to do what i did.. i remember i called my GGP directly and told him how desperate i was. how i didnt want to suffer on christmas that i jsut needed $20. the bastard just hung up on me. OK! thats when i say fuck it and call 911 to report a hostage situation.. the cops quickly get there and thats when i strike. while they are out front dealing with the wetback guard i kick down the back door and go straight to the stocking. i jack about $3000 in cold cash, some jewellery, and a few small electronics.. i proceed to take a huge ass piss (i had been holding it for about 2 hours) all over the presents and tree and dip.. mind you i was benzod the fuck out if i wouldn't have done any of this if not for the drugs.
the next 2 weeks were absolute bliss... i took a greyhound to san antonio texas, rented a room, and bought half a ounce of black tar heroin and a 8th of fentanyl.
back to my family. while they were at some random suburb singing carols my aunt gets the call of whats gone down. they get back to my GGP house at about 11. its always tradition to open presents exactly at 12. so i ruined that for them. they spend the next few hour clearing shit up yadada... when they find out what i stole and did thats when i really ruined it for them... my chad and stacy uncles started fighting.. my whole family ends up in a huge fistfight over me.. some saying thats im a mentalcel who deserves help and treatment while others say i should be sent to jail or killed.... THIS IS THE BEST PART!!!!! MY GGP HAD A HEART ATTACK!!!!! KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEK... after all that shit thsi was the cherry on top. here i was a subhuman. mocked. laughed at. degraded. being told how i deserve to have a shitty christmas... how im a loser neet virgin junkie mentalcel deformed piece of shit. i always told them "HE WHO LAUGHS LAST LAUGHS THE BEST".. and boy did i laugh.
when i ran out of funds and got back to austin i was quickly arrested by the police and prosecuted.. luckily my GGP made my family pay a lawyer and i got off on probation due to being a mentalcel KEK. you guys should have seen my chad/stacy cousins and chad brothers/stacy sisters faces.... i had stalked their facebook on christmas eve and they were all smiles... i remember looking through the pictures thinking "look at these tall, fit, beautiful people" while i was laying on my dead crying withdrawing. after i pulled the shit i did no pictures were uploaded on facebook. kek my family didn't even get together for new years after the stunt i pulled.
it was honestly one of the best revenge i have ever gotten on my family. so thats the story of how DoktorDoom the Incel Prince ruined his stacy and chad families christmas.
I can still remember waking up on Christmas Eve. I had slept late. Here I was laying in a puddle of sweat even though it was cold as shit. Here I was shitting my ass out and throwing up yellow stuff even though I had not even eaten. I was like a fish out of water flipping around in pain. You see I was withdrawing from fentanyl. I could not even stand up. i was desperate... for about 2 hours I just laid in my bed crying my eyes out alone at home. i remember i called all my family members and told them straight up if I could go to my great grandpas house for at least $20 to buy a fix. i begged. i cried, i pleaded. i told them it was christmas and to please at least just spot me $20 this time. they all said no. even my great grandpa. i asked if I had any presents i could trade for a fix and also was told there was no presents for me (tbh i haven't gotten presents since i was 16). my withdrawal was getting so bad it triggered a bit of a psychotic break. i remember hallucinating elfs were raping me and mocking me. i hallucinated God had damned me and the whole world was laughing at my plight.
eventually i got so pissed off it gave me a boost of energy. i quickly started looking for baggies of heroin or any other item that could contain traces of fentanyl and/or heroin. luckily after about a hour i managed to make a .05 shot of fent/heroin mixture. it calmed my nerves a bit but like i said i was withdrawing from fentanyl so i needed a pure hit of fentanyl. by this time it was already 5 o clock. i tried going to the pawn store to pawn shit but they were all closed. i tried to trade some games for a bag of fentanyl (we'll refer to it as china white from now on) but also nothing. hell i even tried to beg. but being a subhuman with hypo ecto dysplasia most people were just disgusted by me. i remember standing outside a circle K bawling my eyes out looking for anybody to look me in the eyes. nobody would turn to look at me. i remember asking all types of people, BEGGING them for a few quarters on fucking christmas eve.. after about 1 hour of begging i only managed to get $4. when i went over to this junkie chick and asked her how much she had gotten she showed me $200, food, and even presents from strangers... wow. i asked her if she could bust some out but of course she said no. she said it was christmas I had to have gotten money too... honestly i was thinking of robbing her at this point but as a junkie i understood where she was coming from so i just left.
i got on my bike ready to bike back home to face withdrawals and cry my eyes out in pain.. thats when a plan came into fruition. i decided to go buy some lorazepam and xanax. you see with those two drugs i can pull anything off. when im not on them im not a thief, but when i am i become sticky fingers. so i stop by my dealers and buy a bar and one roche 2 (xanax and lorazepam).. i parachute them so they could take effect quick.... once they hit me thats when sticky fingers comes out the shadow and starts to talk to me. i started to think about a way to steal my chad and stacy familys presents without being caught... thing was i was banned from my great grandpas house and the guard guy (some wetback from honduras) had been told not to let me in. plus all the pawnshops were closed and my dealers wanted only cash. thats when it dings on me.. i remember about the christmas stocking traditions where all my cousins and brothers/sisters hang them and my GGP puts maybe a $50 or $100 in them... i knew my family would leave at 8 to go sing gay christmas carols so i knew to strike at 8.. BUT THE GUARD WAS THERE. i didn't want to do what i did.. i remember i called my GGP directly and told him how desperate i was. how i didnt want to suffer on christmas that i jsut needed $20. the bastard just hung up on me. OK! thats when i say fuck it and call 911 to report a hostage situation.. the cops quickly get there and thats when i strike. while they are out front dealing with the wetback guard i kick down the back door and go straight to the stocking. i jack about $3000 in cold cash, some jewellery, and a few small electronics.. i proceed to take a huge ass piss (i had been holding it for about 2 hours) all over the presents and tree and dip.. mind you i was benzod the fuck out if i wouldn't have done any of this if not for the drugs.
the next 2 weeks were absolute bliss... i took a greyhound to san antonio texas, rented a room, and bought half a ounce of black tar heroin and a 8th of fentanyl.
back to my family. while they were at some random suburb singing carols my aunt gets the call of whats gone down. they get back to my GGP house at about 11. its always tradition to open presents exactly at 12. so i ruined that for them. they spend the next few hour clearing shit up yadada... when they find out what i stole and did thats when i really ruined it for them... my chad and stacy uncles started fighting.. my whole family ends up in a huge fistfight over me.. some saying thats im a mentalcel who deserves help and treatment while others say i should be sent to jail or killed.... THIS IS THE BEST PART!!!!! MY GGP HAD A HEART ATTACK!!!!! KEKEKEKEKEKEKEKEK... after all that shit thsi was the cherry on top. here i was a subhuman. mocked. laughed at. degraded. being told how i deserve to have a shitty christmas... how im a loser neet virgin junkie mentalcel deformed piece of shit. i always told them "HE WHO LAUGHS LAST LAUGHS THE BEST".. and boy did i laugh.
when i ran out of funds and got back to austin i was quickly arrested by the police and prosecuted.. luckily my GGP made my family pay a lawyer and i got off on probation due to being a mentalcel KEK. you guys should have seen my chad/stacy cousins and chad brothers/stacy sisters faces.... i had stalked their facebook on christmas eve and they were all smiles... i remember looking through the pictures thinking "look at these tall, fit, beautiful people" while i was laying on my dead crying withdrawing. after i pulled the shit i did no pictures were uploaded on facebook. kek my family didn't even get together for new years after the stunt i pulled.
it was honestly one of the best revenge i have ever gotten on my family. so thats the story of how DoktorDoom the Incel Prince ruined his stacy and chad families christmas.
