Monstrosity, Failure, A Nothing.


 * THE FOLLOWING CONTENT IS BASED ON TRUE EVENTS*

Monstrosity, Failure, A Nothing
He was normal.

He was a New Jammer.

He was me.

I wanted to fit in, truly.

I tried. I tried my hardest.

My name is Dude, DudeAwesomeFeet. That was my username. I was a black tiger with the green male eyes and I had blue stripes.

I was dropped off at Jamaa Township as a new Jammer.

People laughed at me, teased me for my colour scheme. Blue and black are my favourite colours... And I sincerely hate dresses. Whatever. Not on topic.

Anyways... A few days later I got some half decent items... I wanted to trade them.

I saw a girl. Her name was Lovelygirl678910.

She had a clover fountain on her list. It was member. But I didn't care, people teased me for being non-member and I wanted a member item to be cool. I knew I couldn't use it, but... It could help. But then I saw a much better item. A black collar, with long, sharp spikes coming out of it. There was also a purple wristband with long, white spikes coming out of it too.

I couldn't decide between the two, but I eventually went with the collar. It had a 'RARE' sign on it, so I knew I could try.

I sent this girl practically all I had. Tan carpet (people said it was beta but I don't believe so, now I kinda do, but whatever), necklace, yeah. Basic nonmember stuff. The girl declined, making a huge fuss about my unfair trade.

Cut me some slack! I was a newbie! But I hate that word, what about New Jammer? But I'm no Jammer... Okay, I'll shut up now.

Then there was this huge fight. People started calling me a monstrosity, a failure, a nothing. I tried to fight back, and I did.Some things I said were:

"Look at what you have turned me into, a a A MONSTER"

"I'm 25 years old."

"I work as a vet, wanna know more?"

Yes, those last two statements were actually true. Still are.

I'm turning 26 in October. Yay.

And I am a vet. I admit to lying to them saying I was working on an operation at the moment, but now I look back on that and it sounds stupid. What I was really doing was sitting at my desk while drinking coffee. Yum. I need my coffee...

Right now I am doing the same thing, with lemon juice though. Yum. I also need my lemon juice...

Okay, now may we stop talking about yummy drinks like that and get on with the rest of this... thing?

Oh yeah, I forgot to mention before. My journal entry for today.

Another tale of woe, hmm??

Posting this entry on a website about animal jam stories, funny. I'm gonna make a handwritten journal entry version of this too.

Now that I've written all this, repaired I've been called crap by 11, 9, 6 and 5 year olds...

It hurts more then you think.

Nothing worse then being call a "monster" by the 11-year-olds. Nothing worse then being a 'dumb boo', as said by a 9 year old. Nothing worse then being given the official title of "meanie", sincerely the 6 year olds. Nothing worse then being known as a 'poopy pants', kind regards from 5-year-olds.

Tonight.

I'll return.

I'll make my first kill...

Tonight.

Blood will be spilled.

Some corpses here and there...

Tonight.

Lives will be taken away.

Idiots to be gone...

Tonight.