Illegally Brunette by Truu

       In a small, backward town on the banks of the Mississippi River, a large baby girl was born by the name of Samantha.  Samantha was a fickle child and often ate her parents out of house and home as she was exceedingly obese for her age.  By the age of 7 she was bullying her fellow classmates at school for their food, she recalls this with a look of pleasant satisfaction on her face, "They were so nice to give me their lunches!"  As she grew older and larger she realized the world was not kind to those who are obese, she had to get in good with people somehow, she formulated a rather simple but workable plan, her chance came to implement this strategy came in middle school.


       In her middle school years she became known as "Sam, the sociable fat girl who would have sex with you".  That was her plan, be sociable and be easy, the plan may have been simple and lacked honor, but it worked.  Sam was a social genius and manipulator all throughout middle and high school, manipulating the desire for sex in men by being extremely easy and sociable with them so she could attain friends and sex.  Although she was successful in making friends, one notices from communication with Sam that she most likely did not understand that the males only used her for sex and had no desire to associate with her noxious personality or her vapid, superficial charm.


       As Sam graduated from high school her extreme  narcissistic delusions only grew, to the point where she no longer could tell them apart from the truth.  She started to outright deny any possible hint at her being even a miniscule amount overweight, she became arrogant, even more so than she had been.  She's developed an explicit case of cognitive dissonance as well, examples of this can be seen in the ICQ chat rooms she frequents such as #atheism and #music.  Perhaps the most extreme showcase of her cognitive dissonance is when she stated once "I don't talk to ugly people, It's kind of a rule" but then, Sam engaged in an emotionally fueled, long winded rant on the topic of money and true love just the day after, her position being true love is all that mattered.  Chatters that disagreed with her were decried as being shallow and only caring about money, the irony and example of her cognitive dissonance is that these statements came from the same Sam who refuses to speak with those she deems ugly.


       Now, Sam is in college, she still frequents ICQ as she has done since she was 12 years old*, and her egoist and narcissistic beliefs still maintain control over her.  Earlier this year, Jaith (David) traveled to Chicago to meet Sam, a longtime chat friend.  Jaith (David) lives in Toulouse, a city in southern France.  Originally intended to be merely a meeting of longtime chatters, it turned to be something more, David and Sam quickly fell in love while together and commenced to have copious amounts of sex whenever able to do so.  Since that time Sam has made it a habit of speaking extensively about her undying love for David as well as describing their sexual acts extensively and in an extremely graphic manner.  In all, Sam is a very interesting character, from her early life as an obese small town baby, to a big city, narcissistic, insipid, obese woman that wishes to be an opera singer despite having the voice of a dying moose unable to breathe.  The unfortunate fact is that Sam is not unique though, there are millions of people just like her in this world, vapid and stupid people who care not for anything other than their limited and extremely biased beliefs about themselves, the world, and others.

 "i look pretty in the picture even though im making a funny face which goes to show i have a sense of humour:)" - Sam's response to this article, note how she notices her appearance, another strong NPD indicator.

     
       *This clear violation of ICQ policy was an early indicator of developing NPD.

On the Motion of the Heavens by chelseaRant

Her radiance illuminated the world. She was acquainted with literature, medicine, science, and philosophy. She knew the purpose of life and existence. She spoke with God. Boethius, Sartre, Descartes, Plato, Kierkegaard, Nietzsche, and Schopenhauer: she read them all decades ago and promptly forgot. She started life in naïve bliss, like the rest of us, but pedantically studied the universe, pondering the theological problem of pain for long hours into gloomy nights. Rising from infant ignorance she climbed to the summits of knowledge and soared the heights of wisdom, only to fall back full circle and plummet to her current resting place. Her name is Ka, the setting sun.

Ka would have a lot of important philosophical and scientific contributions to share with us, if only she could remember them. One thing she does remember is that there is a god, and lots of really smart people had lots of really good reasons for thinking so. Settled with the conviction of her divine duty, she posts herself up as an inexhaustible dispenser of catholic catechisms in obscure atheist chatrooms. With expert dexterity she recalls passages of the bible condemning homosexuality and lust. With anxious expectation and relish she warns nonbelievers about hell.

A pale streak of light trails in her wake, a whisper softly spoken. The only object left illuminated by her presence. Absorbing the light of other celestial bodies, the one called SophSpoken responds kindly to the last touch of her warm rays on his lonely existence. With unmatched gallantry, he streaks across the sky like a shooting star, racing to assist in her defense and restore glory to the guiding light of christianity. And so as the earth continues to spin on its axis in defiance of the catholic church, with a violent splash of red the sun will set on another pair of empty promises, leaving not a memory or a trace.

A Swallow and Two Tails: The Tale of Tom by BanaBlogger

        Tom was borne on a Wednesday during a rigid snowstorm in Windsor, Canada. His father had no car, so he had to borrow his neighbor's car to brave the harsh winter weather to deliver baby tom to his wife. This setting would be spot where tom was finally born. "It wasn't lavishing being born in an elevator" Tom recalls. It was at this catholic hospital where a man named tom would rock the world of #atheism with the word of god forever.

        He grew up to become an energetic kid. Spending a lot of his childhood grabbing onto car bumpers. " well actually the exhaust pipe was under the bumpers we got a good wiff" he reminisces with a warm look of nostalgia upon his face. He was a mischievous youth, tossing snowballs at cars. Once a man even chased him for it. He also, quite impressively fondly remembers his first love, Mary Anne, whom he shared his first kiss with. She had dark hazel brown eyes, and matching colour hair. He also recalled with remorse of how the landlord threatened to call his mom when she found out about their relationship. Unfortunately Mary Anne would break up with tom discovering that he had in fact had another girlfriend, Janice. Even after so long Tom still felt remorse for his old girlfriend and his actions.

        Years later Tom would be baptised at the age of 10. This was a major development for Tom who gravitated to Jesus like a meteorite, as well as Tom's character . This was his first step towards becoming a Christian and spreading the word and love of God. Perhaps this paid off as on Christmas he recalled receiving a Lionel train set. Of course his Uncle Albert took the liberty of playing with the set to Tom's  stark displeasure(he cried about it). " i thought the engine would fall over on the curve and break ... he was making the engine go fast". As Tom grew older into a teenager he would continue to go to Church, habitually.

        The years went by fast for Tom, and life was not without its flaws. Tom would get married to his first wife and have a relationship of which that ended in turmoil. Remarrying his new current wife in the 80's. Tom, also battled an alcohol addiction, finally succeeding in 2008 to rid himself of his dependence being free every since. His children to this day find it hard to talk to him though. Allegations of neglect have surfaced, but these rumors bear very little credibility.

       Tom, though for a great portion of his life has been a decent man. Sure he has had his faults and he's made some mistakes, but so do all of us. Tom, though, has become a noticeable chatter on #atheism, even forming his own room #christianity2, and taking part in the formation of Bob's room #christian. He left us for awhile during 2011, but he's back and better than before. Lets toast our glasses to Tom, so that hopefully this time he'll stay for good.

                                                                        Tom on a motorcycle

                                                                         Thank you for reading!'

Fear and Trembling by chelseaRant

A specter haunts ICQ. Like clockwork the slow dragging of its feet and its woeful moans from the infinite depths of despair trail the hallways, corridors, and into the chatrooms. This transparent image of the past brings with it the vestiges of a cryptic language that wouldve been long lost, if it were ever found. Habitually, and for eternity, it is condemned to repeat the same actions and discoveries over again each day. Obscured in the thick fog of time, this creature bearing the shape and form of man revives mysticism and occultism as weapons to obstruct the sight of the contemporary. It struggles to find rest by achieving glory through the supposed sophistication of its dark system. It has concocted its own poison, which it claims will shed light on all the living and the dead. In reverence and awe the deceived fall before that which they do not understand, for it is something that cannot be perceived in darkness. And darkness is the sole ingredient.

The System of Useless Labels Bearing no Insight or Application (SULBNIA) serves one purpose, and one purpose alone. It is to shroud this ghastly specter in darkness and mysticism, provoking allegiance from those who wish to cling to the intangible and the contradictory. It provides a pre-made yet crudely contrived chart so that common people can ignore the tedious task of thinking for themselves. The insidious poison infiltrates the veins through the organs of fear and intimidation, bypassing the instrument of reason altogether and perpetuating an archaic system of self-sacrafice and idol worhsip. It works by robbing individuals of their integrity and dignity, reducing man to an intellectually barren and servile creature.

A ray of light is piercing through the mist and darkness that has haunted our international community for 8 years. The powerful nations of Great britain, Russia, and the United States have overlooked their differences and united against a common threat to the human soul. With the virgin island of Australia decimated, we are free to focus our efforts to overthrow the fear and trembling that plague the common conscious and prepare for a brighter future for all mankind by restoring the ability of individuals to stand on their own mind, outside the confines of a homemade chart. No longer shall we be the subjects of crude ghosts and barbaric systems.