In my opinion, it's مزید depressing than scary
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I like to think I live a nice life. I own a cozy, 3 bedroom ہوم in a quiet neighborhood in the suburbs. I have a wife I care about deeply and a 9 سال old son who is my world. I enjoy my job as an accountant, and I'm well recognized in the community. I can confidently say I greatly enjoy living and appreciate all that I have earned. I only wish my entire life had been like this.
آپ see, throughout my teens and early adulthood, I suffered from severe anxiety issues stemming from an experience in my youth; one that nearly ruined my life. I had done something that haunted me for nearly 15 years. It was only after 3 different psychiatrists and many sleepless nights that I was able to forgive myself and learn to live again. Fortunately, my memories of those days are cloudy, and the scars have long healed. I will now try my best to recollect the events that unfolded that summer of 1978 as best as I can.
My memory is a bit faded, but I distinctly remember various things in my childhood. I remember playing little league baseball, drawing my پسندیدہ super heroes to tag on my wall, going on bike rides to the corner store to buy candy & baseball cards, and staying out late on summer nights to play "jailbreak" with my neighborhood friends. In addition to all of these things, I was also a first سال boy scout. I remember going to the elementary school auditorium every Wednesday after school dressed in my uniform.
In a troop of about 15 kids my age, I learned all kinds of things from آگ کے, آگ safety to wildlife preservation. As a kid who grew up miles away from any forests, the lessons seemed incredibly abstract, yet entirely fascinating. I had never been camping before in my life, and the picture these lessons painted appealed to me greatly. Needless to say, after hearing about that year's 2-week long summer retreat, I was determined to attend. My parents were quite protective over me (they still are) and they were a bit concerned because I had never left ہوم longer than a دن یا two, but after days of persistent bugging, they reluctantly agreed to send me.
That July, I was shipped off to Roaring Run Boy Scout Camp located in Boswell, PA only about 2 hours from my home. Coincidentally, it is still a summer camp, only under an entirely different name and affiliation. As we drove up the beaten gravel path, I remember looking in awe at the endless rows of trees and the rustic cabins on either side of the road. We came out to a wide clearing with all of the main buildings of the camp, and I noticed my troop leader in the distance among a handful of other troop leaders organizing their scouts. After my parents spoke briefly with my scoutmaster about various specifics of camp, my mother gave me a kiss on the cheek, and then they were off. I could hardly contain my excitement for the week.
We were paired up with several troops from neighboring towns because only a small amount of us showed up from each troop. We placed all of our belongings in our cabin, "Blue Ridge," one of the cabins I saw as I drove into camp.
Afterwards, we returned back to the main field and slowly got to know each others' names سے طرف کی playing various games. I quickly got to know just about all of them, but one in particular stood out to me. He was small; a lot smaller than the rest of us had been. He had frail limbs and messy blond hair, and the buttons on his شرٹ, قمیض were not evenly buttoned. He hadn't کہا a word since he got there, and I noticed a few of the scouts from his troop were pushing him around a bit and picking on him during the games.
For the sake of anonymity, he'll be known as Michael. Taking the game at hand very seriously, I soon disregarded this bullying and continued on. I did notice that سے طرف کی the time رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا rolled by, several scouts from the other troops started picking on him as well.
That night, all the scouts on camp gathered to a bonfire located just past the main field in an outdoor auditorium of sorts. After reciting our honor code, the head counselor stepped آگے and informed us about all the great activities ahead of us. There was swimming, canoeing, rifle/bow shooting, scavenger hunts, hikes, competitions, and nights under the stars all waiting for us, and I was ecstatic. After a speech on our core responsibilities as boy scouts to the environment and community, we were dismissed to our کیبن for the night, a 10 منٹ walk from the main field. Our scout masters had forgotten something back at the main camp, so they left to go retrieve it.
Alone, nearly all of the scouts began picking on Michael. It started rather innocent, but grew a lot worse once another scout found a stuffed animal tucked under the blankets of Michael's bunk. It was a sickly looking creature; obviously enduring many years of abuse and quite frail. They started throwing the برداشت, ریچھ back and forth, and Michael had no choice but to stand and watch. The riot in the کیبن began to spread, and it came to a point where the ringleaders of the bullying criticized the few of us who weren't picking on him.
"This is my first boy scout trip ever!" I thought to myself. I wanted to be one of the cool kids. I asked myself, "What if I'm the اگلے they start bullying?" At that ignorant age, I somehow thought my life would be over if these two weeks turned sour. My cowardice got the best of me, and I hit a turning point; the start of a series of events that would devastate me for years to follow. I went over to Michael's bunk and grabbed the برداشت, ریچھ from another scout holding it over Michael's head. With a strong pull, I ripped its head clean off and the entire کیبن boomed with roars as cotton rained from the now decapitated bear.
The look on Michael's face turned from frustrated to a depressing frown. That damn look on his face is still burned into my memory. For a brief moment, I felt a wave of extreme guilt. I had been raised better, and I knew my mom would be disappointed if she knew. However, I quickly forgot about it as the entire کیبن continued their outburst of laughter and praised me with comments.
I was in. Just as the scout masters returned, one of them shouted, "What on earth is going on in here!?" We all grew silent, expecting to pay the price for destroying the bear. Michael showed little emotion. He gathered the cotton he could from the floor and retreated to his bunk without saying a word. We expected him to tell on us, but all he did was pull the covers on سب, سب سے اوپر of him and lay silently. We thought we had just lucked out... God, I wish Michael had just spoken up and got us in trouble right then and there...
My 15 منٹ of fame had gotten to my head, and I longed to be praised more. It was odd. I didn't dislike Michael, yet I resorted to calling him names and pushing him around just for the shallow acceptance of my peers. As I write about it now, a great deal of guilt and shame is returning. If only I had known what my actions would lead to... a دن passes. It is now the third day.
I'm unsure if this is still customary for boy scouts, but back then, we all had a few pieces of equipment to look after, particularly our mess tins, which we used for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. On the third afternoon of camp just before lunch, I had a perfect joke in mind. I talked with the other kids in my cabin, and convinced them all to leave their mess tins on their bunks so that we could force Michael run back and retrieve them. Though pretty innocent compared to the other things Michael put up with that week, my کیبن mates thought it was brilliant. This is where it all began.
We all piled into the chow hall and found our seats. Michael was last to walk in, and took a نشست at the end of the میز, جدول with his head down, mess tin in hand. I spoke up, "Hey Michael, we all kinda forgot our mess tins in the cabin...think آپ could get them for us pal?" A few of the guys chuckled. Michael didn't move. I spoke up. "Michael, it'd be a real shame if آپ didn't listen to us. Now go get our mess tins!" Reluctantly, Michael got up and walked out the door. "I can't believe آپ got him to do that," one kid said. "What a puss," another said. "You're the man!" the kid to my right کہا to me. We all got a pretty great hoot about it.
10 منٹ pass.
"What the heck is taking him so long? I'm hungry!" I said. "He's probably fumbling all of our mess tins!" one said. "That pansy better get his پچھواڑے, گدا back here," another said.
30 منٹ pass.
No Michael. "He probably just got lost," I thought to myself.
An گھنٹہ passes.
We all figured he defied us to stay in the cabin. With empty stomachs, we were furious, and planned to deal hell when we found him. We arrived back at the cabin. No Michael, but our mess tins were missing from our beds. The scout masters had noticed Michael's absence, and had us come with them to see if he was somewhere back at the main camp. They left us in the main field while they searched. 30 مزید منٹ passed. It hadn't hit any of us that anything bad could have happened. "He probably had to take a shit!" one kid said.
We all laughed, mainly at the profanity. Our scout masters seemed to have been gone forever, so we started to play games in the woods. We had just finished our third game of tag, when we heard something coming down the road. Two police cruisers came into light, and drove past us toward the main building. I think we all had an idea there was something wrong, but looked for other explanations. "You... uhh... think this is about Michael?" one said. "No way, there's probably just a برداشت, ریچھ یا something!" another said. Logical enough for us at 10 years old.
It was about 6 hours past lunch, and we had nothing to do but lay in the grassy clearing. Just as before, we heard a sound coming down the road, only much louder. An influx of cars began coming up the mountain... our parents? Yes, but their cars are also accompanied سے طرف کی police cars mixed in between them, مزید than I had ever seen at one time. I recognized "Johnstown Police Department," on the sides of a few of them. Odd. They were from a small city at least 30 منٹ away. One سے طرف کی one, we were intercepted سے طرف کی our parents and taken back down the beaten gravel road.
I was one of the last, but just as the others, I saw my parents come up the road. Once my father saw me, he stopped the car, and they both got out. "Come on sweetie, camp is over." my mother said. I responded, "But it's only been 3 days. Why?" She paused, almost as if she were thinking of what to say. "A little boy went missing so the police are going to help find him. They just want to look for him without the other campers getting in the way. I'm sure he just wandered into the forest" Made sense, I thought. What was most peculiar, is at that moment, I hadn't even made the connection to Michael. "Must have been some other kid," I thought. "No way I had anything to do with this." I was pretty devastated that my week at camp ended so abruptly, but I got in the car and went ہوم nonetheless.
Two weeks had passed, and I finally made the connection that Michael may have been the one who went missing. Funny how a young kid can so easily ignore the most logical explanation. I noticed my parents had been acting a bit differently. They wouldn't allow me to attend the summer boy scout meetings anymore, and I was almost positive I heard my mother say she would never let her son leave the house again over the phone. Had I done something wrong? Little سے طرف کی little, I began to make ends meet, and thoughts of Michael came into my head.
I grew the intense curiosity only young kids are capable of having, and approached my father several times. Any time I asked about the missing boy, he would look away and respond to my سوال with, "I'm not sure. I haven't been checking the newspaper much lately." I knew he was lying. Every دن before work, my father was accustomed to lounging on the سوفی, لٹانا to catch up on sports and local news. It was clear there was something he was hiding from me.
I knew he had a habit of leaving old papers on his nightstand, so I went to investigate while he was at work. Just as I had hoped, newspapers stretching back 3 weeks lay before me. Starting from the oldest, I looked through them in hopes of finding my answer... a ha! Dated the دن after camp was canceled, I noticed the headline. "Search Begins for Jennerstown area boy scout." Michael's picture covered the front page. That must have been it... I skipped a week ahead and found another. "Search party for missing boy scout called off." Within the article, it described the mysterious disappearance of Michael who was last seen in the chow hall with his fellow scouts. I skipped several مزید days... my stomach turned sour.
"Bodily remains of child found at local Boy Scout camp." The headline made me sick, but I continued reading. Below is what I remember of the article.
Once the تلاش party was called off, Roaring Run was reopened, and campers returned. It was very hot and humid that week, and those who stayed in Blue Ridge complained of a foul stench in the کیبن the first few days. As the سیکنڈ week came by, the stench grew unbearable, and camp maintenance went to the کیبن looking to find the source. The first thing they noticed was an abnormally loose floorboard near the center of the cabin. When they uncovered the board, they made a shocking discovery. Underneath was the mangled, decomposing body of a young boy, partially buried سے طرف کی several mess tins... our mess tins. The crevice he was jammed in was filled with blood, and his face was bludgeoned almost beyond recognition. The only piece of evidence they found was a bloodied, decapitated teddy برداشت, ریچھ in his hands with a note inside reading, "Speicher." There were no witnesses یا suspects.
I hadn't fully realized what the course of my actions accomplished, but as I grew older, the guilt grew stronger, and I once nearly resorted to suicide. My actions killed an innocent human being... If I hadn't sent Michael back to get our damn mess tins, he would probably still be here. Fortunately, after many years, I am finally able to forgive myself of my actions so long ago.
Roaring Run was closed permanently, and the land was purchased سے طرف کی a logging company who used it for about 10 years. The land lay untouched until 1998, when it was purchased سے طرف کی a Marine Corps. general who turned it into a youth mentor camp.
Every once in a while when I visit my parents, I take a trip to the local library, and view the same archived headlines I discovered all those years ago. It's weird... what once caused me such pain and guilt for the greater part of my life has left me... desensitized. Though sometimes I can still see his desperate face that night I ruined his bear... if only I had known what was in store for the summer of 1978.
... Still, what does "Speicher" mean?
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I like to think I live a nice life. I own a cozy, 3 bedroom ہوم in a quiet neighborhood in the suburbs. I have a wife I care about deeply and a 9 سال old son who is my world. I enjoy my job as an accountant, and I'm well recognized in the community. I can confidently say I greatly enjoy living and appreciate all that I have earned. I only wish my entire life had been like this.
آپ see, throughout my teens and early adulthood, I suffered from severe anxiety issues stemming from an experience in my youth; one that nearly ruined my life. I had done something that haunted me for nearly 15 years. It was only after 3 different psychiatrists and many sleepless nights that I was able to forgive myself and learn to live again. Fortunately, my memories of those days are cloudy, and the scars have long healed. I will now try my best to recollect the events that unfolded that summer of 1978 as best as I can.
My memory is a bit faded, but I distinctly remember various things in my childhood. I remember playing little league baseball, drawing my پسندیدہ super heroes to tag on my wall, going on bike rides to the corner store to buy candy & baseball cards, and staying out late on summer nights to play "jailbreak" with my neighborhood friends. In addition to all of these things, I was also a first سال boy scout. I remember going to the elementary school auditorium every Wednesday after school dressed in my uniform.
In a troop of about 15 kids my age, I learned all kinds of things from آگ کے, آگ safety to wildlife preservation. As a kid who grew up miles away from any forests, the lessons seemed incredibly abstract, yet entirely fascinating. I had never been camping before in my life, and the picture these lessons painted appealed to me greatly. Needless to say, after hearing about that year's 2-week long summer retreat, I was determined to attend. My parents were quite protective over me (they still are) and they were a bit concerned because I had never left ہوم longer than a دن یا two, but after days of persistent bugging, they reluctantly agreed to send me.
That July, I was shipped off to Roaring Run Boy Scout Camp located in Boswell, PA only about 2 hours from my home. Coincidentally, it is still a summer camp, only under an entirely different name and affiliation. As we drove up the beaten gravel path, I remember looking in awe at the endless rows of trees and the rustic cabins on either side of the road. We came out to a wide clearing with all of the main buildings of the camp, and I noticed my troop leader in the distance among a handful of other troop leaders organizing their scouts. After my parents spoke briefly with my scoutmaster about various specifics of camp, my mother gave me a kiss on the cheek, and then they were off. I could hardly contain my excitement for the week.
We were paired up with several troops from neighboring towns because only a small amount of us showed up from each troop. We placed all of our belongings in our cabin, "Blue Ridge," one of the cabins I saw as I drove into camp.
Afterwards, we returned back to the main field and slowly got to know each others' names سے طرف کی playing various games. I quickly got to know just about all of them, but one in particular stood out to me. He was small; a lot smaller than the rest of us had been. He had frail limbs and messy blond hair, and the buttons on his شرٹ, قمیض were not evenly buttoned. He hadn't کہا a word since he got there, and I noticed a few of the scouts from his troop were pushing him around a bit and picking on him during the games.
For the sake of anonymity, he'll be known as Michael. Taking the game at hand very seriously, I soon disregarded this bullying and continued on. I did notice that سے طرف کی the time رات کے کھانے, شام کا کھانا rolled by, several scouts from the other troops started picking on him as well.
That night, all the scouts on camp gathered to a bonfire located just past the main field in an outdoor auditorium of sorts. After reciting our honor code, the head counselor stepped آگے and informed us about all the great activities ahead of us. There was swimming, canoeing, rifle/bow shooting, scavenger hunts, hikes, competitions, and nights under the stars all waiting for us, and I was ecstatic. After a speech on our core responsibilities as boy scouts to the environment and community, we were dismissed to our کیبن for the night, a 10 منٹ walk from the main field. Our scout masters had forgotten something back at the main camp, so they left to go retrieve it.
Alone, nearly all of the scouts began picking on Michael. It started rather innocent, but grew a lot worse once another scout found a stuffed animal tucked under the blankets of Michael's bunk. It was a sickly looking creature; obviously enduring many years of abuse and quite frail. They started throwing the برداشت, ریچھ back and forth, and Michael had no choice but to stand and watch. The riot in the کیبن began to spread, and it came to a point where the ringleaders of the bullying criticized the few of us who weren't picking on him.
"This is my first boy scout trip ever!" I thought to myself. I wanted to be one of the cool kids. I asked myself, "What if I'm the اگلے they start bullying?" At that ignorant age, I somehow thought my life would be over if these two weeks turned sour. My cowardice got the best of me, and I hit a turning point; the start of a series of events that would devastate me for years to follow. I went over to Michael's bunk and grabbed the برداشت, ریچھ from another scout holding it over Michael's head. With a strong pull, I ripped its head clean off and the entire کیبن boomed with roars as cotton rained from the now decapitated bear.
The look on Michael's face turned from frustrated to a depressing frown. That damn look on his face is still burned into my memory. For a brief moment, I felt a wave of extreme guilt. I had been raised better, and I knew my mom would be disappointed if she knew. However, I quickly forgot about it as the entire کیبن continued their outburst of laughter and praised me with comments.
I was in. Just as the scout masters returned, one of them shouted, "What on earth is going on in here!?" We all grew silent, expecting to pay the price for destroying the bear. Michael showed little emotion. He gathered the cotton he could from the floor and retreated to his bunk without saying a word. We expected him to tell on us, but all he did was pull the covers on سب, سب سے اوپر of him and lay silently. We thought we had just lucked out... God, I wish Michael had just spoken up and got us in trouble right then and there...
My 15 منٹ of fame had gotten to my head, and I longed to be praised more. It was odd. I didn't dislike Michael, yet I resorted to calling him names and pushing him around just for the shallow acceptance of my peers. As I write about it now, a great deal of guilt and shame is returning. If only I had known what my actions would lead to... a دن passes. It is now the third day.
I'm unsure if this is still customary for boy scouts, but back then, we all had a few pieces of equipment to look after, particularly our mess tins, which we used for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. On the third afternoon of camp just before lunch, I had a perfect joke in mind. I talked with the other kids in my cabin, and convinced them all to leave their mess tins on their bunks so that we could force Michael run back and retrieve them. Though pretty innocent compared to the other things Michael put up with that week, my کیبن mates thought it was brilliant. This is where it all began.
We all piled into the chow hall and found our seats. Michael was last to walk in, and took a نشست at the end of the میز, جدول with his head down, mess tin in hand. I spoke up, "Hey Michael, we all kinda forgot our mess tins in the cabin...think آپ could get them for us pal?" A few of the guys chuckled. Michael didn't move. I spoke up. "Michael, it'd be a real shame if آپ didn't listen to us. Now go get our mess tins!" Reluctantly, Michael got up and walked out the door. "I can't believe آپ got him to do that," one kid said. "What a puss," another said. "You're the man!" the kid to my right کہا to me. We all got a pretty great hoot about it.
10 منٹ pass.
"What the heck is taking him so long? I'm hungry!" I said. "He's probably fumbling all of our mess tins!" one said. "That pansy better get his پچھواڑے, گدا back here," another said.
30 منٹ pass.
No Michael. "He probably just got lost," I thought to myself.
An گھنٹہ passes.
We all figured he defied us to stay in the cabin. With empty stomachs, we were furious, and planned to deal hell when we found him. We arrived back at the cabin. No Michael, but our mess tins were missing from our beds. The scout masters had noticed Michael's absence, and had us come with them to see if he was somewhere back at the main camp. They left us in the main field while they searched. 30 مزید منٹ passed. It hadn't hit any of us that anything bad could have happened. "He probably had to take a shit!" one kid said.
We all laughed, mainly at the profanity. Our scout masters seemed to have been gone forever, so we started to play games in the woods. We had just finished our third game of tag, when we heard something coming down the road. Two police cruisers came into light, and drove past us toward the main building. I think we all had an idea there was something wrong, but looked for other explanations. "You... uhh... think this is about Michael?" one said. "No way, there's probably just a برداشت, ریچھ یا something!" another said. Logical enough for us at 10 years old.
It was about 6 hours past lunch, and we had nothing to do but lay in the grassy clearing. Just as before, we heard a sound coming down the road, only much louder. An influx of cars began coming up the mountain... our parents? Yes, but their cars are also accompanied سے طرف کی police cars mixed in between them, مزید than I had ever seen at one time. I recognized "Johnstown Police Department," on the sides of a few of them. Odd. They were from a small city at least 30 منٹ away. One سے طرف کی one, we were intercepted سے طرف کی our parents and taken back down the beaten gravel road.
I was one of the last, but just as the others, I saw my parents come up the road. Once my father saw me, he stopped the car, and they both got out. "Come on sweetie, camp is over." my mother said. I responded, "But it's only been 3 days. Why?" She paused, almost as if she were thinking of what to say. "A little boy went missing so the police are going to help find him. They just want to look for him without the other campers getting in the way. I'm sure he just wandered into the forest" Made sense, I thought. What was most peculiar, is at that moment, I hadn't even made the connection to Michael. "Must have been some other kid," I thought. "No way I had anything to do with this." I was pretty devastated that my week at camp ended so abruptly, but I got in the car and went ہوم nonetheless.
Two weeks had passed, and I finally made the connection that Michael may have been the one who went missing. Funny how a young kid can so easily ignore the most logical explanation. I noticed my parents had been acting a bit differently. They wouldn't allow me to attend the summer boy scout meetings anymore, and I was almost positive I heard my mother say she would never let her son leave the house again over the phone. Had I done something wrong? Little سے طرف کی little, I began to make ends meet, and thoughts of Michael came into my head.
I grew the intense curiosity only young kids are capable of having, and approached my father several times. Any time I asked about the missing boy, he would look away and respond to my سوال with, "I'm not sure. I haven't been checking the newspaper much lately." I knew he was lying. Every دن before work, my father was accustomed to lounging on the سوفی, لٹانا to catch up on sports and local news. It was clear there was something he was hiding from me.
I knew he had a habit of leaving old papers on his nightstand, so I went to investigate while he was at work. Just as I had hoped, newspapers stretching back 3 weeks lay before me. Starting from the oldest, I looked through them in hopes of finding my answer... a ha! Dated the دن after camp was canceled, I noticed the headline. "Search Begins for Jennerstown area boy scout." Michael's picture covered the front page. That must have been it... I skipped a week ahead and found another. "Search party for missing boy scout called off." Within the article, it described the mysterious disappearance of Michael who was last seen in the chow hall with his fellow scouts. I skipped several مزید days... my stomach turned sour.
"Bodily remains of child found at local Boy Scout camp." The headline made me sick, but I continued reading. Below is what I remember of the article.
Once the تلاش party was called off, Roaring Run was reopened, and campers returned. It was very hot and humid that week, and those who stayed in Blue Ridge complained of a foul stench in the کیبن the first few days. As the سیکنڈ week came by, the stench grew unbearable, and camp maintenance went to the کیبن looking to find the source. The first thing they noticed was an abnormally loose floorboard near the center of the cabin. When they uncovered the board, they made a shocking discovery. Underneath was the mangled, decomposing body of a young boy, partially buried سے طرف کی several mess tins... our mess tins. The crevice he was jammed in was filled with blood, and his face was bludgeoned almost beyond recognition. The only piece of evidence they found was a bloodied, decapitated teddy برداشت, ریچھ in his hands with a note inside reading, "Speicher." There were no witnesses یا suspects.
I hadn't fully realized what the course of my actions accomplished, but as I grew older, the guilt grew stronger, and I once nearly resorted to suicide. My actions killed an innocent human being... If I hadn't sent Michael back to get our damn mess tins, he would probably still be here. Fortunately, after many years, I am finally able to forgive myself of my actions so long ago.
Roaring Run was closed permanently, and the land was purchased سے طرف کی a logging company who used it for about 10 years. The land lay untouched until 1998, when it was purchased سے طرف کی a Marine Corps. general who turned it into a youth mentor camp.
Every once in a while when I visit my parents, I take a trip to the local library, and view the same archived headlines I discovered all those years ago. It's weird... what once caused me such pain and guilt for the greater part of my life has left me... desensitized. Though sometimes I can still see his desperate face that night I ruined his bear... if only I had known what was in store for the summer of 1978.
... Still, what does "Speicher" mean?
SCARY PONIES:
* The menacing laughter from Avenged Sevenfold..
* The scene from WILL FARRELL..
CUPCAKES 3:
* The menacing laughter..
CUPCAKES 2:
* The intro guitar..
CUPCAKES 1:
* The dramatic scream moments..
قوس قزح DASH AS JIMMY TATRO:
* Just about all of it..
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* The menacing laughter from Avenged Sevenfold..
* The scene from WILL FARRELL..
CUPCAKES 3:
* The menacing laughter..
CUPCAKES 2:
* The intro guitar..
CUPCAKES 1:
* The dramatic scream moments..
قوس قزح DASH AS JIMMY TATRO:
* Just about all of it..
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The film pretrays the British military as similar to Nazi's.
Killing prisoners of war and wounded soldiers, and burning a church filled with innocent townsfolk.
Stephen Hunter, a historian of the era, said: "Any image of the American Revolution which represents آپ Brits as Nazis and us as gentle folk is almost certainly wrong. It was a very کڑوا, تلخ war, a total war, and that is something that I am afraid has been lost to history....[T]he presence of the Loyalists (colonists who did not want to شامل میں the fight for independence from Britain) meant that the War of Independence was a conflict of complex loyalties."[37] The historian Richard F. Snow, editor of American Heritage magazine, کہا of the church-burning scene: "Of course it never happened—if it had do آپ think Americans would have forgotten it? It could have kept us out of World War I."
Killing prisoners of war and wounded soldiers, and burning a church filled with innocent townsfolk.
Stephen Hunter, a historian of the era, said: "Any image of the American Revolution which represents آپ Brits as Nazis and us as gentle folk is almost certainly wrong. It was a very کڑوا, تلخ war, a total war, and that is something that I am afraid has been lost to history....[T]he presence of the Loyalists (colonists who did not want to شامل میں the fight for independence from Britain) meant that the War of Independence was a conflict of complex loyalties."[37] The historian Richard F. Snow, editor of American Heritage magazine, کہا of the church-burning scene: "Of course it never happened—if it had do آپ think Americans would have forgotten it? It could have kept us out of World War I."
#1: Mark Wahlberg:
I am still yet to see ANY movie where I don't enjoy this guy's perfamance, he is good at EVERYTHING..
(except the shitty movie cover of Max Payne)..
#2: Seth Marfarlene:
He has done it all.
Movies, voice acting, singing, just about anything.
And he's good for all of it..
#3: LIAM NEESON:
Same as I کہا for Mark.
I'm still yet to find a bad performance سے طرف کی him..
#4: Ice Cube:
He raps, he acts, he's good at BOTH.
#5: Jim Carrey:
He is actually GOOD as a serious actor.
I respect that..
#6: Will Farrell:
Everyone hates him.
I don't get that..
#7: Brucie Willis:
He is کہا to be a bit of a dick in real life.
But so is Farrell.
I just like them anyway..
#8: EMINEM:
(same as Ice cube).
#9: SAMERAL JACKSON:
I am still yet to see ANY movie where I don't enjoy this guy's perfamance, he is good at EVERYTHING..
(except the shitty movie cover of Max Payne)..
#2: Seth Marfarlene:
He has done it all.
Movies, voice acting, singing, just about anything.
And he's good for all of it..
#3: LIAM NEESON:
Same as I کہا for Mark.
I'm still yet to find a bad performance سے طرف کی him..
#4: Ice Cube:
He raps, he acts, he's good at BOTH.
#5: Jim Carrey:
He is actually GOOD as a serious actor.
I respect that..
#6: Will Farrell:
Everyone hates him.
I don't get that..
#7: Brucie Willis:
He is کہا to be a bit of a dick in real life.
But so is Farrell.
I just like them anyway..
#8: EMINEM:
(same as Ice cube).
#9: SAMERAL JACKSON:
#5: JIMMY PALOLINO (or whatever it is):
I know. I know.
He's a dick, who killed Kate.
But in his defence.
Least he had a REASON to be angry.
With the death of Dimitri, he had nothing left, Niko مزید یا less betrayed him.
And besides, he has a cool voice actor..
#2; LAZLO JONES:
A foul mouthed, perverted, arrogant, dick.
But that's "average" for GTA.
And I don't know.
He's kinda funny..
#3: PLAYBOY X:
I still prefer Dwayne over Playboy.
But I wish NEITHER had to die.
I hate betraying ANYONE..
#4: U.L. PAPER CONTACT:
(AKA, Michael's boss).
I know. I know.
He's a dick, who killed Kate.
But in his defence.
Least he had a REASON to be angry.
With the death of Dimitri, he had nothing left, Niko مزید یا less betrayed him.
And besides, he has a cool voice actor..
#2; LAZLO JONES:
A foul mouthed, perverted, arrogant, dick.
But that's "average" for GTA.
And I don't know.
He's kinda funny..
#3: PLAYBOY X:
I still prefer Dwayne over Playboy.
But I wish NEITHER had to die.
I hate betraying ANYONE..
#4: U.L. PAPER CONTACT:
(AKA, Michael's boss).
Why dose everybody hate Roman Bellic.
Sure he probably isn't the best ROLE MODEL.
He drinks, swears, gambles, lies to his cousin about his "american lifestyle", and is sometimes a dick.
But for the most part.
Roman is so sweet.
He calls آپ a bit too much.
I get that.
But think about it.
He hasn't seen his own cousin in years.
I for one enjoy hanging with..
But I would let Roman haters go.
But there's a certain running joke that annoys me.
the joke of
"Cousin. Let's go bowling".
It's not even true.
Roman dose call me a lot.
But it's NEVER for bowling.
I only went bowling with him once so far.
And it was me who asked 'him' to go.
Every other time I am obsessed with asking people to go eat somewhere..
Sure he probably isn't the best ROLE MODEL.
He drinks, swears, gambles, lies to his cousin about his "american lifestyle", and is sometimes a dick.
But for the most part.
Roman is so sweet.
He calls آپ a bit too much.
I get that.
But think about it.
He hasn't seen his own cousin in years.
I for one enjoy hanging with..
But I would let Roman haters go.
But there's a certain running joke that annoys me.
the joke of
"Cousin. Let's go bowling".
It's not even true.
Roman dose call me a lot.
But it's NEVER for bowling.
I only went bowling with him once so far.
And it was me who asked 'him' to go.
Every other time I am obsessed with asking people to go eat somewhere..
#5: Princess Celestia:
Dispite what everyone says, she is actually a lovely character, and dose indeed care about her subjects..
#4: Trixie Lulamoon:
I'm probably still alone on this one..
#3: Twilight Sparkle:
It's obvious it's all about her being a princess.
But why should of it mattered in the first place.
Most people don't realize that it only makes her مزید relatable and sympathic.
Plus she's every bit as adorable as Pinkie Pie..
#2: Xervier (Saw 2);
They should of kept him as secret accomplish.
He is a very creepy person, and not to be messed with, he's friggin huge!
Too bad he dies at the end of the second.
Though a saw to throat is probably still one of the EASIER deaths..
#1; Merle Dixon:
He was never a bad person.
He felt betrayed, and actually had a lot of right to be as angry as he was.
And the way he cut off his hand, actually shows he is TRUE survival.
Plus he died in honer..
Dispite what everyone says, she is actually a lovely character, and dose indeed care about her subjects..
#4: Trixie Lulamoon:
I'm probably still alone on this one..
#3: Twilight Sparkle:
It's obvious it's all about her being a princess.
But why should of it mattered in the first place.
Most people don't realize that it only makes her مزید relatable and sympathic.
Plus she's every bit as adorable as Pinkie Pie..
#2: Xervier (Saw 2);
They should of kept him as secret accomplish.
He is a very creepy person, and not to be messed with, he's friggin huge!
Too bad he dies at the end of the second.
Though a saw to throat is probably still one of the EASIER deaths..
#1; Merle Dixon:
He was never a bad person.
He felt betrayed, and actually had a lot of right to be as angry as he was.
And the way he cut off his hand, actually shows he is TRUE survival.
Plus he died in honer..
#1: ABRIDGED ALEXANDER ANDERSON:
The abridged version of Alexander Anderson is vastly different than his عملی حکمت counterpart. Like the original, he is a devoted servant of God. Unlike the original, he is ALSO shown to be downright insane. And speaks with an stereotypical Irish accent..
#2: ABRIDGED JAN VALENTINE:
This verison of Jan is almost exactly like his original counterpart. Who, itself, is very dark humored and comic relief, but also very disturbing and perverty. In this verison, he appears to "fuck anything that movies" as he says he'll skull fuck both sir ingeriga, and the...
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The abridged version of Alexander Anderson is vastly different than his عملی حکمت counterpart. Like the original, he is a devoted servant of God. Unlike the original, he is ALSO shown to be downright insane. And speaks with an stereotypical Irish accent..
#2: ABRIDGED JAN VALENTINE:
This verison of Jan is almost exactly like his original counterpart. Who, itself, is very dark humored and comic relief, but also very disturbing and perverty. In this verison, he appears to "fuck anything that movies" as he says he'll skull fuck both sir ingeriga, and the...
