hey guys does this sound any good for an antagonist

i'll just post what i have for this guy ATM

Have you ever been sick of being called 'unneeded', 'worthless', and most of all. 'Trash'.... I have. My life was full of dread, and shame. "Useless". People could even say. I didn't have the cash for a therapist. I didn't even want one of those shits anyways. All they would do is ask for a huge hefty bill after saying "Mhmm.... Yeah..." Then writing down what they wanted. I was sick of life. Sick of family. Sick of every telling ME what to do. I'm ME. My own person. I'm an artist. Not someone to be messed with. "Art isn't a good career. How can live off that?" I'm sure it's fucking better than some Computer sales job. My life is going to change, TODAY.

I woke up, feeling like shit as usual, my hair was a greasy mess from not paying the water bill, being unable to take a shower. I was considered 'thin'. It was easy to see my ribs. Perfect looks I could notice. My skin was very pale. Pft, who needed to be tan anyways? It was just to attract women. Which I clearly couldn't do. I was so desperate I even tried out being gay. No one liked me either... Maybe it's my plain green eyes? Or maybe my yellow teeth? It's not my fault my teeth are yellow, my joke of a workplace is barely any pay, and I can't get any other place to hire me. I got up, I was only in my underwear, I let out a loud yawn, and walked on the dirty floor. It was littered with trash, bugs of all sorts, and maybe a rat. I went to the kitchen, the morning light from the window showing all the elegant pieces of dust sway around as if it were snow in the night. It wreeked of mold, and decay from old food being left behind. I never bothered to take out the trash. I grabbed one of the dull, rusty butcher knives, walked into the bathroom, and started cutting one of my nostrils. I did not know why, or whether it was wrong. I just did. I didn't even feel any pain as I watched the red blood trickle down from the cut to my neck, as it slowly flew down my body, I felt almost... content. Happy. I shimmied it in, pulling off the muscle hiding my nostril. Pulling it off of the last strands of skin remaining.

Remora Influence wrote:i'll just post what i have for this guy ATM

Have you ever been sick of being called 'unneeded', 'worthless', and most of all. 'Trash'.... I have. My life was full of dread, and shame. "Useless". People could even say. I didn't have the cash for a therapist. I didn't even want one of those shits anyways. All they would do is ask for a huge hefty bill after saying "Mhmm.... Yeah..." Then writing down what they wanted. I was sick of life. Sick of family. Sick of every telling ME what to do. I'm ME. My own person. I'm an artist. Not someone to be messed with. "Art isn't a good career. How can live off that?" I'm sure it's fucking better than some Computer sales job. My life is going to change, TODAY.

I woke up, feeling like shit as usual, my hair was a greasy mess from not paying the water bill, being unable to take a shower. I was considered 'thin'. It was easy to see my ribs. Perfect looks I could notice. My skin was very pale. Pft, who needed to be tan anyways? It was just to attract women. Which I clearly couldn't do. I was so desperate I even tried out being gay. No one liked me either... Maybe it's my plain green eyes? Or maybe my yellow teeth? It's not my fault my teeth are yellow, my joke of a workplace is barely any pay, and I can't get any other place to hire me. I got up, I was only in my underwear, I let out a loud yawn, and walked on the dirty floor. It was littered with trash, bugs of all sorts, and maybe a rat. I went to the kitchen, the morning light from the window showing all the elegant pieces of dust sway around as if it were snow in the night. It wreeked of mold, and decay from old food being left behind. I never bothered to take out the trash. I grabbed one of the dull, rusty butcher knives, walked into the bathroom, and started cutting one of my nostrils. I did not know why, or whether it was wrong. I just did. I didn't even feel any pain as I watched the red blood trickle down from the cut to my neck, as it slowly flew down my body, I felt almost... content. Happy. I shimmied it in, pulling off the muscle hiding my nostril. Pulling it off of the last strands of skin remaining.

gross

big poppa wrote:

Remora Influence wrote:i'll just post what i have for this guy ATM

Have you ever been sick of being called 'unneeded', 'worthless', and most of all. 'Trash'.... I have. My life was full of dread, and shame. "Useless". People could even say. I didn't have the cash for a therapist. I didn't even want one of those shits anyways. All they would do is ask for a huge hefty bill after saying "Mhmm.... Yeah..." Then writing down what they wanted. I was sick of life. Sick of family. Sick of every telling ME what to do. I'm ME. My own person. I'm an artist. Not someone to be messed with. "Art isn't a good career. How can live off that?" I'm sure it's fucking better than some Computer sales job. My life is going to change, TODAY.

I woke up, feeling like shit as usual, my hair was a greasy mess from not paying the water bill, being unable to take a shower. I was considered 'thin'. It was easy to see my ribs. Perfect looks I could notice. My skin was very pale. Pft, who needed to be tan anyways? It was just to attract women. Which I clearly couldn't do. I was so desperate I even tried out being gay. No one liked me either... Maybe it's my plain green eyes? Or maybe my yellow teeth? It's not my fault my teeth are yellow, my joke of a workplace is barely any pay, and I can't get any other place to hire me. I got up, I was only in my underwear, I let out a loud yawn, and walked on the dirty floor. It was littered with trash, bugs of all sorts, and maybe a rat. I went to the kitchen, the morning light from the window showing all the elegant pieces of dust sway around as if it were snow in the night. It wreeked of mold, and decay from old food being left behind. I never bothered to take out the trash. I grabbed one of the dull, rusty butcher knives, walked into the bathroom, and started cutting one of my nostrils. I did not know why, or whether it was wrong. I just did. I didn't even feel any pain as I watched the red blood trickle down from the cut to my neck, as it slowly flew down my body, I felt almost... content. Happy. I shimmied it in, pulling off the muscle hiding my nostril. Pulling it off of the last strands of skin remaining.

gross

did you think somebody cutting off their damn nose would be majestic

Remora Influence wrote:

big poppa wrote:

Remora Influence wrote:i'll just post what i have for this guy ATM

Have you ever been sick of being called 'unneeded', 'worthless', and most of all. 'Trash'.... I have. My life was full of dread, and shame. "Useless". People could even say. I didn't have the cash for a therapist. I didn't even want one of those shits anyways. All they would do is ask for a huge hefty bill after saying "Mhmm.... Yeah..." Then writing down what they wanted. I was sick of life. Sick of family. Sick of every telling ME what to do. I'm ME. My own person. I'm an artist. Not someone to be messed with. "Art isn't a good career. How can live off that?" I'm sure it's fucking better than some Computer sales job. My life is going to change, TODAY.

I woke up, feeling like shit as usual, my hair was a greasy mess from not paying the water bill, being unable to take a shower. I was considered 'thin'. It was easy to see my ribs. Perfect looks I could notice. My skin was very pale. Pft, who needed to be tan anyways? It was just to attract women. Which I clearly couldn't do. I was so desperate I even tried out being gay. No one liked me either... Maybe it's my plain green eyes? Or maybe my yellow teeth? It's not my fault my teeth are yellow, my joke of a workplace is barely any pay, and I can't get any other place to hire me. I got up, I was only in my underwear, I let out a loud yawn, and walked on the dirty floor. It was littered with trash, bugs of all sorts, and maybe a rat. I went to the kitchen, the morning light from the window showing all the elegant pieces of dust sway around as if it were snow in the night. It wreeked of mold, and decay from old food being left behind. I never bothered to take out the trash. I grabbed one of the dull, rusty butcher knives, walked into the bathroom, and started cutting one of my nostrils. I did not know why, or whether it was wrong. I just did. I didn't even feel any pain as I watched the red blood trickle down from the cut to my neck, as it slowly flew down my body, I felt almost... content. Happy. I shimmied it in, pulling off the muscle hiding my nostril. Pulling it off of the last strands of skin remaining.

gross

did you think somebody cutting off their damn nose would be majestic

my character is a better concept just trash this nasty shit and go with that

sounds like a shitty creepypasta

big poppa wrote:

Remora Influence wrote:

big poppa wrote:

Remora Influence wrote:i'll just post what i have for this guy ATM

Have you ever been sick of being called 'unneeded', 'worthless', and most of all. 'Trash'.... I have. My life was full of dread, and shame. "Useless". People could even say. I didn't have the cash for a therapist. I didn't even want one of those shits anyways. All they would do is ask for a huge hefty bill after saying "Mhmm.... Yeah..." Then writing down what they wanted. I was sick of life. Sick of family. Sick of every telling ME what to do. I'm ME. My own person. I'm an artist. Not someone to be messed with. "Art isn't a good career. How can live off that?" I'm sure it's fucking better than some Computer sales job. My life is going to change, TODAY.

I woke up, feeling like shit as usual, my hair was a greasy mess from not paying the water bill, being unable to take a shower. I was considered 'thin'. It was easy to see my ribs. Perfect looks I could notice. My skin was very pale. Pft, who needed to be tan anyways? It was just to attract women. Which I clearly couldn't do. I was so desperate I even tried out being gay. No one liked me either... Maybe it's my plain green eyes? Or maybe my yellow teeth? It's not my fault my teeth are yellow, my joke of a workplace is barely any pay, and I can't get any other place to hire me. I got up, I was only in my underwear, I let out a loud yawn, and walked on the dirty floor. It was littered with trash, bugs of all sorts, and maybe a rat. I went to the kitchen, the morning light from the window showing all the elegant pieces of dust sway around as if it were snow in the night. It wreeked of mold, and decay from old food being left behind. I never bothered to take out the trash. I grabbed one of the dull, rusty butcher knives, walked into the bathroom, and started cutting one of my nostrils. I did not know why, or whether it was wrong. I just did. I didn't even feel any pain as I watched the red blood trickle down from the cut to my neck, as it slowly flew down my body, I felt almost... content. Happy. I shimmied it in, pulling off the muscle hiding my nostril. Pulling it off of the last strands of skin remaining.

gross

did you think somebody cutting off their damn nose would be majestic

my character is a better concept just trash this nasty shit and go with that

I'm really fine with this.

Teron wrote:sounds like a shitty creepypasta

then a skeleton popped out of the closet!!!!!