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ok, I'll be the first...

cool story bro.

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part 2:
The bitch came out eventually in an irate state and I gave her back her ignorant toy. She was a insidious about revenge, and proceeded to take the device and attack me with it immediately. I was crippled down in the seat of the car due to the assault, and I came back up, and appolagized, i told her I didn't know that it would hurt like that, and said how i had turned it to the lowest intensity. She didn't understand. She then told me that she had put it on full when she hit me with it. I tried to reason with her, and then I informed her of her right to contact the civil authorities of my assault. I told her that she should call th police. She took the tazer and hit me with it on full again.

FACT" just as I stated earlier, my friend emerged from the farmhouse, and upon approach, grabbed the stungun right out of her hand like nothing. Exactly as I had seen possible when she brandished it in out faces when our drummer insisted we were to come into the house.
He gave me supreme shit, and chastized my actions, stating how it was very difficult for those remaining to depart after I had fled. He yelled at me and ridiculed me. I did not feel guilty of anything other than misunderstanding the pain of the shock involved in a stun-gun. We drove off, and proceeded to our destination which was a bar in Stratford, Ontario, where we were to play a show that evening.

When we arrived there, i demanded the weapon, and he gave it to me. I got out of the car and in realizing that I couldn't enter the establishment with the weapon, I told the first person I saw, to take it, and put it on the ground under his foot, and wait there. He took the tazer, and i went directly into the Edys/Beefeater Bar, and straight down a hallway. The first thing I remember was seeing some payphones. I thought I was going to be in major trouble with the law for assault with a weapon. So I picked up the phone and dialed 911. While I was contacting the 911 operator the guy came in, with the weapon, and attacked me. I did not know who he was. I was suffering flash amnesia from the three previous stun-gun electrocutions. I collapsed down to my knees and then when i got up I had litttle understanding of why I was even on the phone. I had yelled out in pain, and told the operator what I thought was happening. The guy was some associate of the girl and she was there with him. thats why he charged in with the stun-gun and attacked me right away.

Part3:
There was an elevated partition at the back/street side of the bar. me and my band mates we're at a table up there, we had ordered some beers. Suddenly, while i was sitting there, it all went black and numb. I was waking up from a tazer assault. looking around. Nobody really grasped what was going on, least of all me, because my memory was beginning to mis-fire. I do not understand why there was no intervention. It makes no sense. i would have been the first to cast words of warding aginst action. It just wasn't my way.
After this, again i was assaulted. Then the girl tried to leave the thing on the table with me. I rejected the offer or something. its all foggy. i remember beibers mom leaning over talking to me polightly. She was asking me if i wanted the girl doing it to stop. I remember clearly what I said to her. "What do you think?"

Then the psycho assailant had words with beibers mom and decided to approach in assault against her. She backe away, and I don't know if she was telling the truth or not, but she exclaimed to the wicked bitch, I'm pregannt, as she backed away and was holding out her hands trying to ward off the buisness end of the stungun.

Boom it was all fading out. I may have gotten stungunned again, I don't have a proper chohesive memory from that point.

i Cannot disagree

I'm not not disagreeing.

Part4:

So, I remember going down to the beer bar with my guitar player, and we were there having a beer. I was trying to assort my reality which was fucked, and he and I we're discussing quitting, and giving up the band. He was saying "I want to quit.' I was in agreement, and also expressed little wish to continue.
Then the girl attacked me again from behind and Iwas almost falling down, holding myself up by my hands above my head, still grasping the bar.
I remember the guy that was with the girl assaulting me with the tazer, talking at me, and I was little able to understand. I got him to stuff some cotton in my ear, deep, down, to suppress the ringing in my head. When we couldn't get it to stop, and another stun attack may have occured here, I don't remember, but he made what we called a dart. it was just the stem of the q-tip to push the cotton deeper into my ear to hit the ringing spot.

Then I was assaulted again, and when the girl went to do it again behind my back, I felt my hair onthe back fly up. It was like the feeling when someone grabs a length of you hair and pretends to snip it off. I thought somebody was fucking with me and I looked around. Thats when all hell broke lose, because the cops I had called had been there off from me, and saw her approaching me. He had shot her in the face. my hair feeling like it had been tugged, was the air displacement from the bullet. I never saw much i can remember after that. Somebody told me what happened, and all i knew was that the cop had shot the girl and almost blew my head off too. Iwas dumbfounded. I hardly remembered comming into the bar, or how we got there.
Somebody was telling me what happened, and I didn't understand why. I turned and marched straight at the com. He tried to explain. A long time after, when my memmory started to come back, many years later, I still can't figure out what led the idiot to pull out his gun and shoot her. I walked up and started yelling at him. He threatened to shoot me.m I remember telling him I was letting her do it. But what I meant, was I was just biding my time, waiting for somebody to take the thing away. I told him he shpould call his mom, because thats what I was doing. and i made a call, but i don't know to whom, or if it went through.
I didn't mean I had given he permission. I just meant I was unwilling to do anything further, until somebody with proper authority stopped the maniac bitch who was blatantly, unbeknownst to me, trying to kill me with the tazer.

I went bac to the beer bar and tried to resume anormal stance. I just don't understand. I was up at the main bar talking to some guy,
Then I was talking to the bartender, and i was telling him to get someone from management to take the thing and hang on to it,to give it to the police. I don't know where the cop went or what happened after that. The girl was shot and all I know is that she lost her eye. I don't know anything else about the extent of the internal injury.

Nobody in position of management was at the bar. I got behind the bar, and not remembering, because they we're telling me she hat been attacking me with the tazer, I did not understand. I had the tazer and I thought that I wanted to feel what it was like. So I took it and tazered myself. I remember sitting down behind the bar. Someone was found to take the weapon and I gave it to her. That was a young woman Awhalia who i suspect was the neice of the owner of the other bar downstairs. her Father is Dr. Fernando, woh I beklieve was/is head of psychiatry in Woodstock Ontartio,

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Part 5:
I'm donw in a hallway that has a slope or something leading down to the other bar. I am argueing with my guitar player because he says that he dosen't want to do the show. I think its because of his woan and I don't understand. I get him to agree, after he tells me his reason is the drummer, or something like that. We decide to do it.

I just can't figure this next part out. While I was standing at the beer bar, getting tazered, I was going over the song words, trying not to forget the verse, and screw up the show. So then, we get in front of the young audience. Theres no stage, we're just set up in the dance floor, and the people are seated/gathered in a semi-circle in front of us. We did a few songs and recieved extatic applause. But in the middle I begin to rant about memory, and what happened and how they want me to forget, and how I will not forget. I did the rest of the songs, and completely forgot. I had no memory of anyhting that happened. I and my brain we.re just running in the present only.

I saw who was said to be the propriitor seated with a fat ugly stinking dark browm racist packie shrink named fernando. i went over to engage them and Fernando said to me. "I don't want to speak to you, please leave." I sat there for a second looking at the hapless, powerless inferior cunt-head not understanding that he intended to fuck me over with the power bestowed to him by my government. One on one, after 6=7=8 stun gun attacks I could have torn his head off and shit down his sicking curry intake.

Its hard to understand because we played there two or three times. this was the first time and what happened after is vague. There is the girl i gave the tazer to. theres some bullshit about her addiction to electricity, She also has an adgenda against her fater for reasons unknown to me. They get out the tazer and ar fucking with it. i can only guess its out of gas charge and battery or something, cause its not knocing people out like it was. For some reason, I got her to put her old mans sticker on it. I think we we're going to pretend that he was evil Dr Fernando and he ran around in mental hospitals with it, electrocuting his patients ofr something bizzare like that. The girl was all for it and she was impressionable, yet not without her own will in the matter. I don't know what the hell was going on by this point or if it was even the same show. I know we playewd a metalfest ther one saturday, and this was not it. I am reasonably certain it was boris is back playing, but I thing at some point we may have also played with threshold there, or maybe that was at another stratford bar.

I told awhalia to go stungun the other singer. This was some sort of partial knowlege of what was happening or something, I cant remember, She said she would do it, and I told her that was wrong and not to. But I really did just sit there and laugh when she went up to the band and dropped the fucker on the ground with the tazer.

He got up and started whineing like a bitch. Almost as pathetic as the girl who tried to kill me. you get these pious satan worshiper and they act like the world was ending. I was 5-6 tazers into it, and I'm not suer if I had even gotten rightously offended yet.

Either the singer she stungunned or the guitar player was a son of a psychiatrist at LPH named similar to Marson. A royal cunt hole who tried to lock me up for life claiming I had paranoid schizophrenia.
I got the stungun and smashed it on a concrete pillar trying to break it. My bass player got it and hid it and took it home. I did not know this.

Awalia was back at a chair away from the main part of the beefeater. It may have even been a later show, I got brain damage after this and I cant tell for sure. I was making out with her for fun, cause my girlfriend pissed me off and wouldnt answer my phone calls, and I also wanted to have sex with an Indian girl.

I was over way in the back with my bass player and we saw a sign that said no head banging. We thought is was hillarious. it was dark and there was nobody near there. we were laughing at the sign, and started headbanging to the music. We were thrashing along nicely, innocently, harmlessly, and having a jolly time, when a girl approached me and agressively demanded that we stop. I kind of shrugged it off, but she got direct and threatening about it and informed me of her being management. So I was still banging my head and I was trying to keep in sync with my friend while teiiling him we had to stop. When I leaned over to tell him. the bitch pushed me and our heads collided in a force I can still feel 16 years later. Awalia later told me that was her sister that did it.
Our heads smacked togather and we both went reeling. I went staggering back, and I heard someone exclaiming, "I can't believe he didn't fall down. I leaned agaist a table and collapsed in a chair in agonizing motherfucking pain, forever. It was the table awalia was sitting at. A guy cam over and was telling me he understood what happened, and how he had heard the impact of our skull from all the way accross the bar, out of sight, overtop of the music, like a gunshot.
I still tried to pick up awalia, and after she came out of the washroom with her pants around her ankles, in her silk underware, I got turned off, and they sent her out of the bar. Berfore this though she gave me some rambling speech I little understood at the time about medications she was on and how it was a lie and a set up and how she was framed by doctors, and her father couldn't stop them and they were drugging her and they couldnt get out of it. I think it was from the shrink mother of the guy in the band that awailia had tazerd.

Erm, I think the tazer attacks probably worked better than you realise.

Part6:
My bass player and I we're close, and we we're plastered one evening, he made several phone calls to female aquaintence, trying to arrange some dates, so we could continue drinking and go downtown to the bars. We called a bunch of people, got little response, and headed downtown to get even more smashed. We went to the brunswick and drank, and when we left for another bar, we started walking east down york street. a sizeable group of people comming in the other direction, failed to yield any space, and though we moved off the sidewalk, somebody decided to crach shoulders with my bass player anyway. He told the idiot to fuck off and the guy grabbed him and started punching him like a bloody psycho. He pounded him down to the ground in between some car ad was yelling at him to stay down. I came up and he came charging out at me. I was backing away trying to avoid a fight, and saying that I didn't want to fight him. He came at me as I backed away. Then he grabbed me by the hair and pulled me down to the ground in a parkinglot. me and my buddy had been drinking for many hours. I just turtled and tried to avoid getting mangled by the insane brute, I dropped my smokes, and He said to his budy near by "Get those smokes. I want those smokes." I grabbed my smoke pack and pulled it underneath me.
I woke up in an ambulance on the way to the hospital. I didn't know what happened or where I was, or what was going on. I think a female was reading me my last rights.
I came around and the cop had the guy there, and my budy was there, and the asshole assailants fat friend or somebody the guy but a chunk out of his cheek or something. My buddy was beat up bad. There wasn't anything wrong with me except my my front tooth was chipped.

My friend told me he had called the ambulance because I was out cold on the pavement, and lifeless. I had no clue wht had happened, only a vague memory of grinding my tooth into the ashfault or something. Later i could remember running around and doing stuff and having to go back into my body or something bizzarre.

So one day much later on, I'm at my friends house and hes going to work. There a woman there with me and he give me the nod to go shag her in his coffin, cause hes leaving. While rolling around on the bed, my hand is digging into the side between the frame and I some how come up with this wiers plastic thing that looks like a toy gun. The woman recognizes it as a stungun, its not at all like the tazer, or which may have been after anyway, I can't remember. it was a wierd color like red-orange.

we get out in the living room and are fucking around with it. I don't understand anything other than the concept of stun, and have no knowlege that is painful, dangerous, and illegal. It may have been once or twice, and at one point I get her to shoot it at me and a flail out trying to grap the contact wires. I don't remember much, only the numb feeling of disorientation, no memory of it, and getting up. it fades so quickly, I don't even know I have been stunned.

when my friend get home I get it out of him what it is and do it again. he has to persuade me to stop, and remind me what happened, cause I just dont even know its happening.
He then says how the guy who attacked us pulled it out and zapped m. I think I got up and begged it on and he did it again, and I got it on my tooth. I think thats how I ended up grinding my tooth into the pavement and chipping in before I went unconcious.

You're.

Part7:
there was some strange meeting at a bar one night where this guy with a swastika tatoo, arranged some sort of eeting with this girl who supposedly wanted to meet me for some reason, I really had no thought about it, and I thought it was something to do with the band. Im in this bar and I meet this girl and we talk for awhile, I don't have any memeory of the previous events and noting rings a bell. All I ever knew was a strange feeling things were grtting fucked up and I should be remembering something that I could not. I was turned off by the nazi guy already, but the girl seemed nice, though young. when the music ended and the lights came on she showed me her head, and said "my face is smashed"
I exclaimed "What the hell happeded?" I really hadent noticed till the lights were on and I could see she had a plate that looked like the mask cobain wears in the one nirvana video.
The nazi say "The cops shot her."
I was asking "WHy? Why? and I pittied her, but I didnt understand, and I didnt know what wnet on or why a cop shot her. She started to cry and I thought I had fucked the whole meeting thing up, I didn't know wtf was going on so I just said "I gotta go" cause she seemed very nice, but I didn't know what the connection to me was and she was upset, so I just fled. I remembered that meeting for awhile but nobody really could explain it to me or had any further input and eventually it just slipped into my past.
I later was going to college, upgrading my highschool, and I was hanging out with this guy who seemed friendly. We got a quarter and went to my brothers one weekend and kind of chummed a bit bonding thing, just having a good time. He was younger than me and slightly annoying. But, he didn't
seem like all that bad a person. So one night on a weeknight, in the dead of winter, this guy invites me out to his friends place, and we're just gonna smoke-up and drink, and yack about life, I guess. He says a few times about a friend whos comming over. I know a bit about him, including his name Rob Chester, hes of english descent, his grandpappy was a horse thief, he was a former fascist reformed, from woodstock. I had even enlightened him to the fact his eyes we're brown and thus invalidated his arian purity, and when they would be done using him, they'd kill him too. His buddy of whos first nae i can sometimes remember was also from woodstock.
I woke up and my head was pounding like a jack-hammer. I was sitting in a kitchen chair where I had apparently fallen asleep. I saw the two there, may have tried to rouse them, then made an exit, as it was morning and I had to get to school.
I saw hi the next day cause he missed class. He said some wierd shit that I didn't understand, and I remember asking if we went to a bank machine cause I has some extra money in my pocket that morning, I remembered little else but bit and pieces for several years, until i was able to piece it togather and remember what happened.

She came in without here eyeball in. and it freaked me out. She just marched up and began to spew stuff about events of which I had no memory. Then Bang. She had a stun-gun and hit me with it. I was fallingover saying waht was that?
They tried to tell me shit I had no memory of. I could get locations and events but the things they claimed were alien to my mind. So I submitted out of spite to their manipulation. I just said go ahead. do it. I dont care. If what you say is true, and Im responsible, do it, stungun me all you want, I dont care. or something like that. So she started stungunning me and stungunning me and I had to move to a counter and lie down cause i was falling out of the chair. So she stungunned me some more, and i was trying to slow down my breathing, cause i was going to try and hold my breath like I was dead, to see if she would stop, but she would not. And I eventually slipped out of life and i was dead and gone and i have memories of life beyond comming up as i regain conciousness, and I am crying in abject sorrow about something that went on, yet the vain cunt believes she made me cry, at which point I express in conciousness how her arrogant pleasuer at my sadness had nothing to do with her at all. and then she stungunned me some more and i died.

I was out there for a really long time and a whole bunch of stuff went on. When i came to there was a man, and I openend my eyes, and I was looking directly into his. I remembered I had been partying, and i thought it was some stranger trying to fuck with me while I slept passed out. I said something, or not, and I tried to breathe and my lungs had no air and I started dry gasping for breath violently.
I was thinking holy fuck who the fuck is this and what the fuck was he doing. I tried to spring up and i think I fell off the counter, I was hunched down trying to stand, and I could barely rise. I got verticle and I was telling him just to wait, someone said it was her dad, and i saw the stungun or something, to I begged a reprieve, I bargained that I just needed a second. As I was commingto, they we're at the back of the room telling me he had a stun gun in alarm, like it was to be used on me. so I turned on him, and he backed himsel into a corner. there were voices in my head telling me to do something, and I remember saying "You do it' in reference to Jesus of whom I was still in commune, having recently risen from beyond death. and I made a move and a feint like a fluttery wave in the air with my hand, and charged him, but because I was still so weak, whae I tried to dropkick him, I didn't jump as high as I planned and i hit him square in the knee, and snapped his leg. We got him in the chair, and maybe tied him up, and possibly taped the stungun to his forehead, all he did was whine and cry about his leg. Rob told me that he didnt know really what they wanted or that was going to happen and that when he gave me the money they paid him to set me up. at first the said i was out 15 min but we went back thorugh it and figuted ten, and maybe 7. Enough time fro her to leave and him to came in from wherever outside. but I think they left and came back, and he came in and tried to revive me. They said that there was three guys and the other two wre also gonna come in and one was gonna impersonate a cop.
So when they eventually came to the door I said "oh is this the fake cop?' and I said "heres your fucking idiot, get him the fuck out of here, now or I'll do the same to you."
some shit was said and they took him away.

Hey, when you are out in the streets, do you experience a lot of coming and going around you?

Last Edited by NightSkies on 08/02/2011 06:48 AM

part whatever the fuck
Some asshole I suspect was the guy from the origional attack in stratford got me with a stungun in the hallway at Fanshawe. Its chronologically fucked. i would fly out of myself and do an afterlife, then come back erased. get up walk and boom gone for a really long time. . I was walking down the hall with Rob Chester, and he told me what just happened, I got up from the stun gun assault and grabbe the assholeI looked right at him and said, and said "If you ever do that agin, I will fucking kill you."
we walked of and chester was trying to tell me what happened and i called him a fucking dork. when we got to the end of the hall he went back and I left. By the time i had walked half a block it was gone. mostly. that was another one that was more easily remembered because I was sober, it was public, daytime and chester reminded me before it had faded away.
I didn't remember any of this shit. it was some black guy who tazerd me after this in my memory, and he fucked me up so bad for so long. I had a real god aweful fight to get back to life. I was out there for way to long to forget. its a whole other book.
I remember getting home and telling the neighbours who were outside in their driveway shooting hoops as i got home, they were evil, and that I had just been carried by and angel.


So as the next year progressed i lost reality, it was all barfing up in my brain, infinities of shit I did not remember. being out there for weeks at a time. We did so much shit, a had so much power, your little god perticle is like pre-kindergarden. it was fucking incredible, unstoppable, indomitable, incomprehensible, indescribeable.
We had toys that would make Hawkings great great great great great great granchild clone cream itself.

let me be the first to say,,, you sound like a fruit loop.. are you taking your meds? does your mommy know you are on her computer, is the tin foil hat on to tight?

This is GLP. If you do not have an attack story worth of the world record, you do not get any credential here. Of course there are many stories to pick from to improve yours.

I went to counciling cause I no longer comprehended the reality of my own existance.
They took me to the hospital because I was sick and I could not stop smoking weed because i would get so sick and my head hurt so bad I thought I was going to die.
ill skip some here and get to the point. they fucked me out of mt college course and wouldnt let me out and cost me 20000dollars, everything I had and all my credit.
the locked me up in the psychiatric hospital. there was a soldier boy out of his mind going on about being sent to fight alquaida, i Got out and went and looked it up on my broithers computer. instead of information i found alquaida chat. this was spring 2000
I logged in under the alias Jesusx
I asked the guy if they were terrorists.
he said yes.
then taking from a essay I wrote in college the year before, i decided to give them the greatest idea ever.
I said why dont you fly airplanes into office towers.
he may have replied.
i may have done a bit of back and forth for a sec.
i think he said that they could do that.
i believe then I said oh and don't forget to blow the pentagon up.
and before I left I said
I'M CALLING THE POLICE

and this is the part you gotta believe.
i tried to email as much of the chat text as had not scrolled off the screen to the FBI
i went back to the hospital and laughingly told soldier boy Gary I talked to them and what I said.
He freaks out and wont stop freaking out like it was instantly real. I remember him getting on the horn to a REG
and whatever those fucking idiots di the fuckig pissed alquaida off and made it all happen, who what where why IDK CIA GOVERNMENTS you betcha they were all involved before the end. that stupid packie on the chat whould have never remembered he would have gone off and shot some heroin or prayed to lucifer or something. They shook the bee hive I fucking know it. its too perfect, Alquaida admits to planning it back to 95
except one thing. they stole the entire thing from me, and sombody left the door wide open.
So I can dissapear and nobody will give a fuck or be the wiser.
what a bunch of fucked up retared imbecilic motherfucking cunt face assholes.

that cocksucker brought a stungun into the hospital and proceeded to attack me with it saying thats what they told me to do
I know because i went to the nurses booth and got them to lock it down get the gun and lock me in my room. a guy came up and gave me my keys which gary had stolen. he asked if he had attacked me and I said No FOR NOW.
I never saw him there after that.

you goddamn fucking motherfucker done goofed up

You are taking your life seriously.

There is no conspiracy against you.
It's all in your head.

You only have to admit this to yourself.