DID YA EVER???

  Did ya ever just walk into a room & want to kill everyone? I was just asking?

  Soooooooooo... there I was... in a Bay County Public School, handcuffed, with Duh Jerk & several Jocks. Strange only in that the 4 Stars were nowhere to be seen... any of these times that I recall at the time of this writing. I'd become "semi-lucid".

  Duh Jerk noted it. "Oh. You're finally with us".

  We exchanged the obligatory insults while I stood there cuffed & held. When I asked Duh Jerk what he wanted he smiled & replied. "You're going to kill everyone in that room". He pointed to a room where the sounds of giddy partying could be heard.

  I told him I wouldn't.

  He laughed. Of course I would. I was in the sweet spot, "in the zone" of being drugged. All he had to do was wait until my memory reset & then simply order me to kill everyone in the room ahead & I would.

  I refused.

  We waited...

  More importantly HE waited...

  My memory reset & I was uncuffed in a cooperative stupor.

  Then Duh Jerk ordered me to go into that room by pointing & kill everyone.

  So I did.

  Later, he sent his "obligatory snitch"... or maybe I should call it a designated spokesman? Their job is & was always to debrief their victims & to act like a friend. I hear some moron victims actually trust one eventually (they send guy after gal until one clicks). He, the teenaged boy about my age, but smaller & always of slighter build (always) tried to claim, like ALL the "snitches "do that he'd come forward on his own. Mostly because he was a good guy.

  Some are worse than others act acting "the friend role". He, they (this IS multiple times) said the dead would be explained away by a bus railroad crossing accident. They'd simply beat up several of their own who had punishments coming & add them to the crumpled remains of a bus somewhere & no one would ask a single question.

  Whatever...

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  Trust... yeah, right...

  This one happened a few times over the years.

  A would-be "snitch" approaches me & gives me "inside information" or even warnings.

  Later, during a drugged interrogation, & even sometimes without drugs I was asked who the snitch was? Who told me this or that?

  So I ratted them out without fail.

  Later the gang brought the information source in front of me & accused them.

  They all unfailingly denied it, most calling me a straight up liar.

  My Cousin, then later Duh Jerk would say the gang believed me, but not their own guys. I was & am trusted to that degree by them. Then they announced a punishment would be forthcoming.

  Some guys teared up & cried when they asked me while looking hurt. "Why'd you do that to me? Why did you tell on me? I was only trying to help you".

  My answer was the same. "I never asked for your help. You came to me". I explained I despised their chosen lifestyle. "I hate child-molesters". That I know they intended to pursue life with the gang, a lifestyle I abhor. I'd just as soon burn every single one of them to their bosses because I don't owe them a thing & their actions disgust me.

  Other times, later in life the gang abandoned the "simply ask him" policy in favor of weeks of gang rape, beatings & sleep deprivation torture to get the names of their people with loose lips. Me? Once they started the torture I wouldn't give up the snitch no matter what they did to me & they were willing... and able to send me to the brink of madness & beyond. 

  Strange huh?

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BODIES EVERYWHERE... Literally...

  It was fall of 1976. The Bicentennial Anniversary year of America. Jimmie Carter was President, & the American People enjoyed record inflation & was in the midst of rising gas prices & a deepening recession. Me? I was standing in... "The Gym" having defended myself, by the grace of God, literally, from the ongoing attempted murder perpetrated against me by the staff & many of the students of Bay City Michigan's "Shaped 'E' For Evil School". It manifested itself in an hour long attempted murder with improvised weapons, guest attackers, & openly planning my murder in front of & with my classmates & any student the gang could willingly recruit or blackmail (it's been reported there was much overlap on the last 2).

  Today I stand in the farthest spot from the main door in the School Cafeteria where "The Gym" actually took place during 1st period.

  Normally my fellow 6th grade class attended & was usually joined by the 8th Grade Class that used the Cafeteria for a 2nd period gym class. Buuuuuuuut lately they'd been excused from their normal class from time to time, either all 60+ of them or selected pinch hitters, bragging would-be murderers who often swore my death in the midst of The Gym & at our every meeting no matter where. "Today you will die"! They told me often. "Today I ___(their 1st & last name)___ will kill you"! Was often heard & solely directed at myself, the author of this website.

  Today none, I mean not a single one of my class of +30, nor the class across the hall the gang nicknamed "The Munger Boys" (for whatever their reasons were) nor the +60 8th Graders were there. Not The Gym Teacher. I didn't see any of the Cafeteria Staff that morning.

  Today the gang bragged they'd brought in a batch of ringers. Combat-trained battle veterans of the gang. A batch of killers proven in loyalty & in battle. Proven & blooded killers they boasted. Many of the 60+ were about my age. Many were obviously teens. Others were clearly young-looking full-grown adults & a couple were adults. They spent most of the 1st period chanting for my death by name in unison. Then all 30+ of the men & boys all took turns trying to kill me, like usual in The Gym, in a way that'd look like a sports death or injury to anyone who wasn't there.

  Duh Jerk was there. The smiling madman was their coach & me? I stood alone. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OYjZK_6i37M  (if you listen to this video while reading play it very loud)

  The guards deployed to prevent or hinder my escape & even more so to prevent witnesses accidentally blundering in on the attempted murder were deployed in the exact same positions as on any other day. It was just different children & teens this time.

  Was I alone? I did indeed stand there alone, except for all the prayers I made from day to day during "The Gym" to God for the strength to survive. I say to God be the glory for I was not & am not now clever enough nor strong enough to have survived except that God had intervened on my behalf. My point? I wasn't alone.

  They'd [the assembled crowd before me] been gleefully chanting for my death for about the 1st half of The Gym while attacking me in shifts with improvised weapons, on film. Now looks of anguish covered their faces. Generally 5-6 men & boys attacked me in shifts. They only changed participants as injury opened opportunities to be next as my attempted murderer. At 1st they insulted me gleefully as each attacked. The smiling madman cheered my death on, organized the chants & coached them in tactics on how best to kill me. The only difference now, after the many 1st Period bells had sounded was looks of anguish & frustration covered the faces of my attackers. The chanting had ended a while ago & the once joyous mood was one of dead quiet & whispers broken only by the groans of the wounded men & boys & by Duh Jerk yelling encouragement. "He cant block forever"!

  2 of my attackers, teens larger than myself were the only 2 left from the 5 who'd initially attacked me. Truth be told I'd selected them after eliminating their brethren based on what I perceived as their poor fighting skills. They would be my living shields during the fight. Guys I could count on to give a lackluster performance in the fight that I could use as shields against their brothers while they fought to kill me & bragged openly about my coming murder. As I stood now at the end of "today's event in "The Gym" it occurred to me that the plan had worked. I was alive.

  There we were. Standing in The Gym.  Soooo... Duh Jerk who'd just been informed of the large crowd of students outside The Gym watching through the windows decided to end it much to the horror of the participants who begged him for more time. In their opinion they had me on the ropes, I was a goner for sure, they just needed more time. They'd figured out a flaw in my battle style & needed time to kill me which was about to happen they assured him.

  Duh Jerk said. "No. If you haven't killed him by now... If they hadn't killed me by now then they probably wouldn't if they rushed me in his opinion. I saw no reason to try & change his mind.

  Me? I took a moment to asses the situation before me. I was standing, armed, on the far end of the School Cafeteria. A dozen or so armed children, teens & adults stood gasping before me. To my left were about +60 students all about 2 or so years older than me or less. Some were teens & others were adults who could pass as teens at a 1st glance. To my right were 2 uniformed paramedics who were tending a wounded child. On the floor strewn about were formerly whole & healthy human beings. Just sitting there on the floor strewn about. Others just laid there where they'd been dragged.

  The crowd had quit chanting for my death, openly & by name about 20 minutes ago. Their formerly happy faces were replaced by anguish & grim determination. As I pondered the situation before me the crowd begged Duh Jerk for permission to simply rush me & kill me, in those words, & openly & brazenly. Duh Jerk looked like he had a lot on his mind. Like he was tempted. He hesitated to answer.

  The Paramedics begged to be unleashed to kill me. They brazenly discussed scenarios where they'd kill me & make my death look like a sports injury.

  Me? I pondered the possibility of escape? I'd run but for the angry crowd who'd be in a position to surround me. For now I imagined it was slightly safer with my back to a wall.

  Recap: I'd have run if not for the angry crowd & the bodies everywhere. Some screaming in mortal agony. Children, lots of children... all wounded all around me. A few young adults too. Some... screaming... Some... drugged. They told me it was to kill the pain. But they'd run out of drugs. I heard the uniformed paramedics begging Duh Jerk for permission to go outside to their ambulance to retrieve more drugs. To get more splints, more slings. "I don't think he's going to make it. He spent a long time without any oxygen to his brain". One of them said about the child they'd been tending to. They desperately wanted to go outside to the Ambulance. It seems they'd squandered their best painkillers on a few of the less serious wounded. Being that they'd anticipated my death would be rather quick they'd felt no need to ration their drugs, which they now expressed regret about.

  The whole time, when anyone asked Duh Jerk for permission to let them leave past the Jocks at the doors he turned them down. He said no one could leave. Letting people leave during a murder is just asking for trouble. No one was leaving no matter how bad anyone was injured. No one.

  Most of the wounded wore slings or were supported by their friends. Some of the wounded children wore blank expressionless looks with glassy-eyed drugged stares. Maybe they were drugged? Maybe they were just in shock over what had happened to them & their peers on the floor? I cant say?

  Some children stood there wearing splints & often makeshift bandages & others were screaming in mortal agony... over & over & over & over &....

  There were bodies everywhere...

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NOTE: BEWARE READER!!!

  I found this page to be heavily altered when I checked it today 5-20-22. Sabotage? Just a batch of errors by the fine people at Wix? Idano. Frankly I don't feel like fixing it today & the sum of it's contents is quite probably altered and wrong. Particularly the story to the right side of the page which I wrote & put on the left side mere days ago.

  No story on this particular webpage is to be trusted. Period & I do not endorse it's contents.

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THE COOL PLACE TO BE IN BAY CITY... Fun times for a lot of people... but not I...

  Sooooo... there I was, in Bay City Michigan's own Defunct Hospital in downtown Bay City across from the park. The gang had been torturing me. Strapped to a desk, nude, Duh Jerk ordered that I be kept drugged, awake, & made to watch gay porn until I willingly participated in gay porn films to facilitate their ongoing blackmail & framing campaign against me. A movie camera was set up, a projection screen, & they drugged me stupid or semi-stupid & had teenaged girls, boys, men, women, & the 4 Stars all take turns shoving me or slapping me awake about every 30 seconds.

  Me? I refused to star in their films as a condition of freedom. PERIOD! In local cOPSPEAK that translates to the word... uhhh... liar. Everything does. Everything.

  Porn porn porn. Shove shove shove. Frustration... No sleep... I plotted revenge in time. in time as the days passed & I slipped more & more into madness I lived to inflict injury on my captor. Glad to die if only I could but inflict but one more injury on one of them before I died. It is a pitiful & pathetic state of being to have inflicted upon oneself. Every now & again I bared my teeth & lunged at my tormentors. I have no idea how many fingers I bit off of people, bit the faces, grabbed those who came too near my hands & inflicted grievous lifelong injuries on the delicate bodies of some of them. The memories of my captors screaming in agony at what I, me, even what I did to their young bodies when one of them screwed up.

  What's it like to listen to a young woman, beautiful, about to enter the prime of her life scream in agony when you grab her based on the torment she's putting you through sitting sleepless bound to a desk? I broke every part of her body I could while she flailed about. The gang rushed in & while avoiding my bites yanked her broken body from my grasp with much effort. Shortstuff threatening me over & over at the permanent scars inflicted on the face of one of his favorite young whores. Me? Listening to her uncontrolled sobbing as dangling bits of her face flopped as she moved. I broke bones of others.

  Duh Jerk seemed quite angry as did the 4 Stars. He told me that with only a fraction of the effort nearly all of his victims gave into his every demand & made any & all films he wanted to be let go.

  Me? I told him I didn't believe a word he said. Thus no deals would be struck with me. "You're gonna kill me anyway". I told him.

  Frustrated & with a desire to placate his army he ordered that I should be, "stimulated" as I watched the films continuously. That'd put me in the mood.

  In time he ordered I be strapped in with a free hand in case I wanted to please myself while watching the films. A condition of being freed. It's here that that gals' face was rearranged, I ain't re-writing it though, so deal with it.

  "How could you do that to me"? She asked while sobbing?

  Me? I told her there were consequences to her lifestyle & I felt no pity & the only remorse I felt was that she lived.

  Oddly, that didn't seem to cheer her up?

  Duh Jerk named Bay City's only hospital be where she should be taken & stitched back up.

  I made it a point to discuss with the formerly beautiful young woman in front of Duh Jerk that her career & lifestyle with the gang as she'd known it had come to an end based solely on the fact that the gang is a vain gang & her now scarred face made her too identifiable. Life as she'd known it was about to change & they'd either kill her or she'd live as a 2nd class member for life based on that injury alone.

  Oddly, that didn't seem to cheer her up? She sobbed uncontrollably as Duh Jerk ordered Shortstuff to take her to the Hospital & left looking at me like she was hurt by her time with me. That was Shortstuff before the operation he had to make his limbs longer BTW.

  Unlike her, my wounds of our time together do not show in public but are none the less just as real & maybe even more damaging.

  Duh Jerk was angry with the progress. He ordered that I should be put in "The Cooler"! He asked me why I thought it was called the cooler?

  Me? I wouldn't answer based on I didn't want to give him any ideas, but I could guess.

  He explained it was a closet with it's own air conditioner installed which made it very cold.

  Drugged so I couldn't stand nor even effectively crawl the Jocks threw me nude into the room. Duh Jerk ordered that gay porn be thrown inside, many books. "In case you want to masterb#$! to keep warm".

  It was very cold in there. they sent someone in every few minutes or so to shove me awake. They said it was to make me R.E.M. Sleep-Deprived so that I would be easily influenced while on their drug(s?).

  Sigh...

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IN THE DEFUNCT HOSPITAL... The recruiter's story...

  The gang brag I'm their recruiter. By following me around & tricking morons into inflicting evil on me based on their "films" they compromise many a formerly innocent victim & influence & recruit even good... cops who all tell me they can't possibly be manipulated by nor recruited by any gang. "Do you know what I had to go through to get this badge"?

  My guess? Not enough.

  Well, I was seriously beaten by the gang & Duh Jerk complained I'd have to be "put on ice" until I healed. Lest I go to the cOPS with recent injuries & prompt a possible investigation.

  They drugged me anew & every now & then I became semi-lucid or lucid. I was strapped by very secure leather straps to a hopsital bed on the east side of the Defunct Hospital in downtown Bay City. The ordinary gadjets & things common to a well-stocked hopital room were neatly arrayed all around me & every 8-12 hours the drugs wore off on me a little & they sent in men, women, & children to inject me anew. A large camera on a sturdy tripiod dominated the corner of the room & was focused on me,

  In a moment of time I became lucid & struggled at my bonds alone in the hospital room. There was no escape.

  Very casually a pair of teen young men came in to drug me anew.

  Me? I used a trick to get free. What trick? How? I ain't saying. What if I need to do that again?

  Once I had a hand free I scooped up my diminuative teen captors & yanked out my IV as fast as I could. Holding it's razor sharp tip to them while my own blood spurt freely from my arm I told them if they cried out I'd cut their throats.

  1st order of business was my spurting blood. I ordered one to grab me a bandage & to help me tend my wound to my right inside elbow while I pinned tyhem side by side between my legs.

  Once the bleeding was under control my thoughts turned to freedom. Then I demanded that they free me. OR ELSE! Undo my straps that I knew only they could reach.

  They refused. Defiantly.

  So I started slowly carving up the 1st teen's face I flicked his ear off into the corner, carved up his face quiite horribly. He, they refused to help me.

  A nurse came in and alerted the guards. As the 4 Stars & their Jocks came rushing down the hall (I heard their footstomps) I looked the teen in the eyes & pondered the situation before me Holding 2 squirming teens while battling guars seated . "You are

  To be spellchecked later? What about the 7 people I passed in the hall all strapped to their beds? You'll have to read my +1,500 page letter to the FBI or wait until I get the strength to finish my tale.

  Sigh...