The Forging of A John

[Johnston]

DISCLAIMER: This whole account is being written under heavy alcoholic influence and I am doing it with the help of Jonny Walker, Ballantine's, Anchor Heineken Carlsberg and a whole shit load of others


WARNING: The contents contain decidedly NOT ah beng English and even include GODDAMN poetry for god's sake so if you want Ah Beng Mode from me it's not coming dammnit Thankfully there's vugarilty lots still for it is what I am today - it will become clearer as the story progress

DOUBLE WARNING (TURN BACK NOW): There is no actual fucking anywhere in this story but a whole lot of goddamn proof how vile people can be.

Quick Synopsis: This is how I came into be. The RANDOM DRUNK HERO who must needs feed on images and alcohol and the 12 Core folders and over 34 transit folders of images IT's all because of an LYING BITCH SLUTWHORE CUNT DAEMON SUCCUBUSPhase 1 - Genesis

Once upon a time, there was this nice bright boy named (NOT JOHNSTON) who paradoxically loved to read smart-ass books like history of English poetry etc etc but didn't give much of a shit for actual study. He, not being of chiselled marble in stature and aquiline countenance in face - found goddamn fucking little luck getting a stead or whatever it was we chased in those days.

This nice little boy was infected by a disease then which still infects the withered cynical man he is today - he wanted to love and be loved by a porcelain beauty who spoke cleverly, wittily and other such intellectual shit but coming from a neighbourhood school and himself not doing too well dammnit in the academic pursuits: the likelihood of that happening was about as likely as a black man being president or sally yeh marrying George lam

SO this little nice boy next door went through school with little of import happening to him on the romance or sex side and he became afflicted with a major case of RAGING BONER FUCK I NEED SEX several times worse than the normal boy in those days because the GODDAMNED INTERNETS was coming into being and the books he read habitually had FUCK ACTUAL SEX BETWEEN ADULTS SHIT MAN scenes here and there.

He alleviated the raging boners through the usual avenues of FUCKING MASTURBATION GODDAMNIT helped by the Internets and Teh Pornz and around this time the Legion of Images started coming into being.

It started small , fed only by sggirls.com, photoforum.org and such other little sites that don't exist now.... SBF in those days was a pale shadow of what it would come to be ... it certainly didn't have SHITFUCKTONS of hot ass pics back then...

This little boy went to the army. He became a clerk and spent all day in the aircon comfy headquarter building and he had 3 tons of spare time. So this little soldier boy created a Friendster account and also discovered a dating site called chillicrap.com

A couple weeks later and GODDAMN TRIPLE FUCK ME THE HEAVENS SENT ME A ANGEL FUCK IM SO LUCKY he found her.

Her.
A her who does not deserve to be called a Her - in fact why don't let's call her an IT? To give it a name would be too good for it, it means IT deserves a name, now wouldn't it?

Truth be told, I enacted a goddamned damnatio memoriae http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Damnatio_memoriae
on those memories because it was so painful what she did to me I excised her face and name from my memory forever.

But for the sake of this account we need to give IT a name.

Alyssa.

[bunnyrabbit]

Bro

Your IT bring back the memories of "IT".. haha..

only those old forumers know which "IT" i referring to.. =)

[Johnston]

Alyssa.

He just clicked on her profile on that day like any other, sitting in front of the I-Net terminal relaxing one corner.

He looked. He stared. And wonders of wonders it was the Immaculate dreams of his made flesh and skin albeit in digital form staring back at him from the screen.

Fuck me - the profile clicked every last one of his boxes and the display picture was that of a beauty - sporting long locks of shiny ebon hair, perfectly coiffured - entire face made up but not in the manner of a SLUTWHORE, instead the make up complemented her features perfectly - not too loud, not too soft.Just so.

Her face! Oh, her face ! Lips a warm glowing pink, cheeks lightly dusted with foundation, eyebrows sculpted, eyeshadow and all else besides gentle and lovely. Eyes which looked through you into your very soul - promising anything and everything you wanted - a smile that just broke your heart, lips gently curling in a smile, reinforcing the promise her face made yet - just so.

Her head was cocked at an jaunty angle, her left hand atop her right forming a rest for that head, O that lovely head which I have just described in detail, every last fingernail finely cared for and painted a subdued red. Each nail too was adorned by sparkly glitter and Oh I would have given much to be a nail on her hand, that I would have the honor of caressing her visage!

Pile those all together and you had his dreams made flesh and skin, and GODDAMN if he didn't summon up every bit of his intellect, such as it was and he tried a message to her.

He waited and burned with anxiety deep inside for her to reply for you know how it is when one wants something so bad he is not complete without it - and when the item of his dreams comes into view , a strange malaise afflicts the person.... every last minute that he does not possess it is pure agony through his veins. He will not rest until he is satisfied.

Hours passed. He snuck away time to time to go to the computer to check the site (it wasn't the time of Iphone, it was the glory days of Nokia and APPLE sucked Ass back then), and he lost himself in staring at her. Her profile was read again and again , not a single detail however insignificant did not in his mind get turned over and the description was read so many times he could remember it in his sleep. He ached.

Little did he know after everything was said and done, those angelic features would become the visage of a GODDAMN FUCKING DAEMON and he would want nothing more than to tear that lying face apart so IT can feel how I felt

[Johnston]

Originally Posted by bunnyrabbit

Bro

Your IT bring back the memories of "IT".. haha..

only those old forumers know which "IT" i referring to.. =)

Hush now - brother.
This is not Sherine. It's not that IT.

Fuck it, even Sherine might be better , that's how bad I remember IT