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What’s your villain origin story
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"Who fucked you over and turned you into a cold hearted [redacted]? " Not all villains have to be cold hearted. I think I'd be quite suited to being a jolly one. Charming. Funny. The really dangerous type. Think Hank Scorpio. Have you ever seen a guy say goodbye to a shoe before? | |||
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"Who fucked you over and turned you into a cold hearted bitch? " My ex. I used to be annoying chirpy. | |||
"My parents. Yet I still feel guilty for even admitting it publicly." And in saying it out loud you make it easier for other people who have walked a similar path. No one owes their parents unconditionally. They chose to bring you into the world and it sounds like they failed you. Thank you for speaking out. | |||
"Who fucked you over and turned you into a cold hearted bitch? My ex. I used to be annoying chirpy. " You're still at least some of that. | |||
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"Ex-wife. Not when we broke up or anything but specifically when she stopped me seeing my boy. Walls went up, I keep people at arms length and use shit jokes/sarcasm/cunty comments to deflect from making meaningful connections."  | |||
"That’d be my ex-wife. But I prefer the origin story of falling into a tank of cheap cider and resurfacing transformed …" Hahahahahahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahahahhaahhahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahhahahahahahahahhahahahahaha | |||
"The old sweetshop owner diddled me out of two fruit salads when I was six, and I vowed revenge. As soon as I was old enough I fashioned a costume from an old tablecloth and a bowl of plastic fruit and took to mugging old ladies for their stash of fluff coated sweets, that hide in the bottom of their hand bags. I keep the sweets in an old cough drop jar I stole from the sweet shop when the owner died from inhalation of powdered sugar." I can see why your stories were loved | |||
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"My parents. Yet I still feel guilty for even admitting it publicly." They fuck us up the most  | |||
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"My parents. Yet I still feel guilty for even admitting it publicly." They fuck you up, your mum and dad. They may not mean to, but they do. They fill you with the faults they had And add some extra, just for you. But they were fucked up in their turn By fools in old-style hats and coats, Who half the time were soppy-stern And half at one another’s throats. Man hands on misery to man. It deepens like a coastal shelf. Get out as early as you can, And don’t have any kids yourself. | |||
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"Who fucked you over and turned you into a cold hearted bitch? My ex. I used to be ANNoying chirpy. " • Henceforth I shall address you as "Ann". | |||
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"Teachers. In my adult life I found out that my specialist SEN teacher knew I was autistic but told no one, so I had to endure a mainstream comprehensive without ever knowing what was wrong with me. The other kids and many of the teachers were mean to me for being 'slow'. I had very few friends and no support from anyone. All that pain, rage and frustration for nothing." I hear this | |||
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"Who fucked you over and turned you into a cold hearted [redacted]? " No one has the capability of turning me In to anything, that is all down on me and blaming others for the way that I have been, the way I am or the way i am at the moment is blame and victim mentality | |||
"Who fucked you over and turned you into a cold hearted [redacted]? " If we wrote down what was done to us you’d either scoff in disbelief or burst into tears. We could have easily turned into villains, but despite what some people may think of us, we never lost our kindness and empathy for others. We’ll never be hailed as heroes, but we have no wish to be the bad guys either. | |||
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"The army, it trained me into a fighting machine, let me loose and then the private military sector took me to exotic places…. Oh wait that shit actually happened " | |||
 . Occasionally, the head would be all: 'how can it be half bad and half good.' I'd say yeah funny that isn't it? Should I go to isolation then 'sir'.
Then I got the whole Mr Miagi thing. Guy at a boxing gym taught me how to channel my determination constructively. All of a sudden my dad stopped being violent. Weird that. | |||
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"Who fucked you over and turned you into a cold hearted [redacted]? " Hah, so I'm a slut for seeing two women in one week... Hold my fucking beer why don't ya... | |||
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"Baby I was born this way *You must sing this now "Happy to. Especially the Orville Peck version. Uh-huh-huh. | |||
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