Post by rapistextrodinaire on Aug 2, 2012 1:42:52 GMT -5
I'm going to take this opportunity to really let you guys get to know the man behind the sword. I was born in a rural area in Oregon, just outside Portland. Since I was a youth, I've always had an insatiable sexual craving. I remember at a very young age, maybe 11 or 12. I was taking a bath and sliding back and forth in the tub on my tummy. It was a habit that entertained me while also getting me clean. On one specific occasion, I noticed a little bit of a 'tingling' if you will, in my penis as I slid back and forth. I became obsessed with this feeling and I would slide back and forth quite furiously, spilling water all over the bathroom. It was euphoric, such a divine feeling of sexual release. I had no idea what I was doing at that time, but it occurs to me now; that is when I first started masturbating.
As time went on, I started taking notice of my classmates. Specifically the boys, as I was under the impression that girls had cooties and I tried my best to stay away from them/ignore them. I became especially fond of my classmate Charles. I would consider him my best friend at that time and we often had play dates in which our parents would also interact. Perhaps a few months into our friendship, I was at his house, as were my parents. We were playing a game of ninja cops, in which we snuck around and threw imaginary shurikens at 'enemies'. We were adventuring through out his house, slaying many enemies when I noticed one trying to escape from us into his parents bedroom. I gave chase and kicked the barely cracked door wide open. What I saw became forever engrained in memory and started to give shape to the boy I would be. My mother was performing various sex acts on his father while his mother fucked the shit out of my father. They were caught up in the zeal of the moment and didn't take notice of our discovery. Quickly, Charles and I ran downstairs and both took up individual hiding spots.
As we aged, Charles and I began to develop more than friendly feelings for one another. In short, we fucked each other in the ass every opportunity we got. We never told our parents what we saw, nor what we were doing with each other. Charles and I dated all throughout high school until one day I discovered him in our science teachers office sucking him off. I screamed in such agony, that all the other students couldn't help but notice my finding.
I kicked and I scratched at Charles, yelling things like "HOW COULD YOU CHEAT ON ME YOU FUCKING PIG? ARE YOU REALLY SUCKING MR. FLETCHERS COCK RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME? YOU FUCKER." From that day forward, I was that gay kid whos boyfriend was fucking the science teacher. They always called me "Big gay Kyle".
After that incident, I felt completely isolated. My boyfriend was gone, no doubt enjoying the perks of fucking an older man. I never had many friends to begin with, so that left nothing. About my junior year in high school, I was involved in a car accident in which I was rewarded a small sum of money for being rear ended. (Ha, as if I'm not into that.) I used these funds to buy a computer, hoping to find solace in the internet.
Soon, I stumbled upon Darkfall and I was hooked. From the darkest depths of my life, to perhaps the brightest heights. It was Darkfall that took me there. I quickly developed an immense amount of meta and became one of the top players, despite me playing an underpowered melee archer. (I mean, hybrid is just completely overpowered compared to destroyer.) As my skills grew, I came to the conscious decision that I wanted to share my abilities with the rest of the community. Thus, I began recording every time I rode into battle. Recording and editing Darkfall videos really allowed me to tap into my creative side. I never knew how much talent I really had for being an editor. Life was good...for a while.
I was a brazen young man, confident in his skills to beat anyone. So I joined the "For the loot tournament". I was dead wrong in thinking that my darkest days were behind me. The tournament started off well, as I smashed through the competition(or lack thereof). That is, until I came upon the source of my soon to be despair; Magnetic Man. Losing to him was an absolutely disheartening event. I hadn't felt that low in life since I discovered Charles and Mr. Fletcher. On top of the humility I was forced to show, I had also lost my sunbow. For a while, I thought suicide was imminent. But through all the great friends I've made in this game, I was able to overcome it and deal with my frustrations. I don't lose a whole lot these days, but it is very discouraging at times when I duel 'Lovely Devil' as a mage and I'm forced to respec to destroyer.
I'm just glad people like Kelet and Rex are around to keep my yin and yang balanced. Speaking of those great guys, I'm just a little bit concerned about how my personality is going to mesh with them. My ability to interact in person is much less polished in comparison to my online persona. It's really nerve wracking, but I'm going to go through with meeting up with them in Florida. I just hope we get along.
- Itwas Luck
As time went on, I started taking notice of my classmates. Specifically the boys, as I was under the impression that girls had cooties and I tried my best to stay away from them/ignore them. I became especially fond of my classmate Charles. I would consider him my best friend at that time and we often had play dates in which our parents would also interact. Perhaps a few months into our friendship, I was at his house, as were my parents. We were playing a game of ninja cops, in which we snuck around and threw imaginary shurikens at 'enemies'. We were adventuring through out his house, slaying many enemies when I noticed one trying to escape from us into his parents bedroom. I gave chase and kicked the barely cracked door wide open. What I saw became forever engrained in memory and started to give shape to the boy I would be. My mother was performing various sex acts on his father while his mother fucked the shit out of my father. They were caught up in the zeal of the moment and didn't take notice of our discovery. Quickly, Charles and I ran downstairs and both took up individual hiding spots.
As we aged, Charles and I began to develop more than friendly feelings for one another. In short, we fucked each other in the ass every opportunity we got. We never told our parents what we saw, nor what we were doing with each other. Charles and I dated all throughout high school until one day I discovered him in our science teachers office sucking him off. I screamed in such agony, that all the other students couldn't help but notice my finding.
I kicked and I scratched at Charles, yelling things like "HOW COULD YOU CHEAT ON ME YOU FUCKING PIG? ARE YOU REALLY SUCKING MR. FLETCHERS COCK RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME? YOU FUCKER." From that day forward, I was that gay kid whos boyfriend was fucking the science teacher. They always called me "Big gay Kyle".
After that incident, I felt completely isolated. My boyfriend was gone, no doubt enjoying the perks of fucking an older man. I never had many friends to begin with, so that left nothing. About my junior year in high school, I was involved in a car accident in which I was rewarded a small sum of money for being rear ended. (Ha, as if I'm not into that.) I used these funds to buy a computer, hoping to find solace in the internet.
Soon, I stumbled upon Darkfall and I was hooked. From the darkest depths of my life, to perhaps the brightest heights. It was Darkfall that took me there. I quickly developed an immense amount of meta and became one of the top players, despite me playing an underpowered melee archer. (I mean, hybrid is just completely overpowered compared to destroyer.) As my skills grew, I came to the conscious decision that I wanted to share my abilities with the rest of the community. Thus, I began recording every time I rode into battle. Recording and editing Darkfall videos really allowed me to tap into my creative side. I never knew how much talent I really had for being an editor. Life was good...for a while.
I was a brazen young man, confident in his skills to beat anyone. So I joined the "For the loot tournament". I was dead wrong in thinking that my darkest days were behind me. The tournament started off well, as I smashed through the competition(or lack thereof). That is, until I came upon the source of my soon to be despair; Magnetic Man. Losing to him was an absolutely disheartening event. I hadn't felt that low in life since I discovered Charles and Mr. Fletcher. On top of the humility I was forced to show, I had also lost my sunbow. For a while, I thought suicide was imminent. But through all the great friends I've made in this game, I was able to overcome it and deal with my frustrations. I don't lose a whole lot these days, but it is very discouraging at times when I duel 'Lovely Devil' as a mage and I'm forced to respec to destroyer.
I'm just glad people like Kelet and Rex are around to keep my yin and yang balanced. Speaking of those great guys, I'm just a little bit concerned about how my personality is going to mesh with them. My ability to interact in person is much less polished in comparison to my online persona. It's really nerve wracking, but I'm going to go through with meeting up with them in Florida. I just hope we get along.
- Itwas Luck