Make up you *FAKE* dark past

[zombiejoe]

Ok, let's say your writer or somthing, and must make up a dark past of your character. How dark can you go? I got the idea from Twisted Metal's awesome stories.

Say your past as if you where the character

Me: I was 8 when a insane man burst into my home and beat my parents to death with a wooden club, and made me watch as he ate them! He then forced me to consume the hand of my mother. But then the cops came, and he escaped through the back door. I was so shocked I couldn't talk about what happened until he was long gone. Years past, and at age 16 I learned a cannibal was killing others in the city. I spent the next 2 years of my life hunting him down. I then tracked him down, but it was to late. I found him eating an old man. The insane person was older, but I just knew it was him. He turned to me and held out his victims hand. He like laughed like mad, and I put a bullet through his head. Suddenly, more murders showed up, same as the ones before. But one night, I woke up, with blood on my hands, and a dead person next to me. I WAS EATING PEOPLE!

*Got a bit of inspiration from Mr.Grimm from twisted metal:black*

 

[mrhappyface]

I was a heavenly all good angelic child descended from a long line of nature loving doctors who help starving African children and kittens. Unfortunately, a dispute over tacos or burritos during a red cross supply dropoff ended with my entire family dead. All because of Mexican food from Taco Bell. On that day, I swore to get my vengeance on Taco Bell.

 

[Urgh76]

[HEADING=1]IT WAS A DARK AND STORMY NIGHT[/HEADING]

.............

that's all i got so far

Im not good with this

 

[Urgh76]

I was a heavenly all good angelic child descended from a long line of nature loving doctors who help starving African children and kittens. Unfortunately, a dispute over tacos or burritos during a red cross supply dropoff ended with my entire family dead. All because of Mexican food from Taco Bell. On that day, I swore to get my vengeance on Taco Bell.

You should've said Mr. Happy face's story!

"I CUT OPEN CHILDREN AND USE THEIR BLOOD AS SYRUP ON MY PANcakes....."

Spoiler: for

BREAKFAST!

 

[Johnnyallstar]

Dossier of Johnny[CLASSIFIED]:

Johnny [CLASSIFIED] was born in [CLASSIFIED], experienced a mixed education, trained in endurance sports at [CLASSIFIED] High School, and lived there until his twenties. He joined the military, and was sent on 2 separate black operations; first in [CLASSIFIED] in 2012, and, and secondly in [CLASSIFIED] 2014, where he emerged the only survivor. Medical reports show he suffered from multiple injuries including [CLASSIFIED] which have left him with [CLASSIFIED].

Because these injuries could not be admitted publicly for political reasons, no awards were ever given. He was raised to the rank of [CLASSIFIED] shortly after, and has since accepted an Honorable Discharge. Last known location [CLASSIFIED], USA.

Deranged from family, limited, if existent, contact with local residents. Approach only under emergency situations.

 

[syndicated44]

In 1972 a crack commando unit was sent to prison by a military court for a crime they didn't commit. These men promptly escaped from a maximum-security stockade to the Los Angeles underground. Today, still wanted by the government, they survive as soldiers of fortune. If you have a problem...if no one else can help...and if you can find them...maybe you can hire...The Syndicate!

 

[Dr. wonderful]

...I worked on superman 64.

 

[rosemystica]

I am older than all worlds. I was spat forth from the dark, foul void at the edge of all things, the child of nightmares, congealed from the dust and the fear of the fitfully-sleeping universe. Before me things create were none, save things eternal, and eternal, I endure. When you cry out in your dreams, it is me that you are seeing. I am primal fear and ancient pain; I am the shadow of creation, flickering, shifting, but always there--always waiting. I am not a woman; I am not an animal; I simply AM. What I am is darkness.

(I couldn't think of anything cooler, sorry. *hangs head*)

 

[Misaek]

Spoiler: A Wall Possibly Built of the disgusting Mortar of Text Ensures, Viewer Discretion is Advised

I was walking home from nowhere one night when I was assaulted by a rather ragged man looking
at me with four dead eyes and eight hundred dim ones, he looked at me, and I looked at him, and he looked at me, and I, still, looked at him, and he looked at me, and then I looked at me watch, and he looked back at me, and then we kissed under the stars. I then went to the local burger place only to find that that bastardly man in the trenchcoat turned my wallet into a pile of bees. I walked home with an expression of sorrowful happiness as I noticed that my feet had regressed into my legs, "Oh Cripes!" I exclaimed with an intense quietness only ever achieved before by Christopher Walken and James Earl Jones, I felt like a king. I jumped in the sewers because of the fact that Mario Andredi won the Indie 500 a couple of decades ago. I was surprised to see Guy Fawkes hanging from the ceiling, and looked at me with no eyes and said "Son" he said clasping my pocket-protector for spare pens "When life gives you lemons, you attempt to blow up parliament" It all made sense then. Just then though, a man ran up to Monsieur Fawkes and kicked him in his knees, he turned out to be a robot, except for his Monacle'd skull, the man then skinned his face off and crazy glue'd it over his "I AM V WITH A VENDETTA YOU HOOLIGANS" he screamed as he ran off into the sunset. I then took a minigun from behind my hairpiece and cried softly while singing My Sharona, it was an intense milennia. I woke up from an acid induced nightmare somewhere in my own head, I spoke to myself, he didn't answer, I called out again, no reply, I began to walk away, suddenly I felt the cold embrace of steel jut through my soft narwhal-like flesh, suddenly, everything went black, was this true bliss? Yes I suppose it was my octopus grandchildren, yes I suppose it was. And that is why i am the shell of a man you see today, take my warning my devious luchadors, always eat your wheat thins, always! And never let anyone take them away from you, lest you become like me! "Oh My Sharona, Oh M-m-m-my Sharona..."

 

[Paksenarrion]

I was born in a rich, influential family. I had everything I asked for and more. I grew up pampered and spoiled rotten. It wasn't until I graduated from a private university that I realized I had done nothing with my life. I could die and no one would miss me. I didn't want to face this truth, so I tried to bury this feeling of worthlessness with more booze and drugs. I had lots of meaningless one night stands and never used protection. I was afraid of trying or doing anything meaningful for fear of failure.

The worst part of it is, I'm still rich, and now I'm the CEO of a multinational corporation. I don't know what I'm doing. I thought God or karma would punish me for my hubris. I still do whatever I want. Then I go home and cry at night, curled up into a ball in the shower.

 

[enzilewulf]

I worked for Sahara Palin...

 

[Ldude893]

I was born to a happy family in Belgium, I had a good life tending the family chickens and the farm. But then the furries came...

 

[Tucker154]

When I was 5 my father was killed by a mass murder. The man that killed him killed 20 men previously,and suddenly stopped when I was 6. 6 years later, he returned killing my family,while forcing me to watch. After he took me in to teach me. The trama made me insane,to the point where killing was a joy. When I turned 20, I betrayed my mentor, taking revenge. 5 years later, I killed 20 men and then suddenly stopped, and started studing the families' kids to see who would be the best canadit to teach.

 

[Stone Wera]

...I worked on superman 64.

You sick bastard!

OT: A gang of riders raided my town when I was 9, and destroyed my peaceful life of stability and safety. Thus, I vowed revenge on each and every one of them, not resting until my work was done. I have recently found out that they are on the trail of a million dollar treasure, left by none other than the great grandfather that the gang leader and I share.

That's as far as I got.

 

[Billion Backs]

I was born.

Is that dark enough yet?

Lived a pointless life without questioning anything. Finished highschool and enrolled in university. Got a degree. Got a job. Worked my 40 hours a week, bought useless shit from IKEA, looked at others whenever any questions like "Why" came up. Dreamed of a nice house with nice furniture, a nice car and a nice wife.

And then it struck me. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu.
/insert complete Fight Club rip-off

 

[skitzo van]

I was born on a saturday. Saturday the 14th... (or was it the 24th) anyway, I was an oddball child. Tall and skinny. But quite intelligent. The other children ostracized me for this. I constantly fantasized about gutting them and hanging themselves with their own urinary tracts. One day a girl asked me, "Can I sit next to you?" I thought she said, "you shlite abusing Jew"... I flipped... I did NOT abuse shlite. I killed everyone wielding my trusty rusty spoon. I ran to the aquarium and lived in the octopus tank for a month. One day the octopus came out in gardening gear and yelled, "What the hell are you doing in my garden?" He proceded to ***** slap me eight times. I then wandered around a crowded NASCAR track for 17 years (which furthered my hatred for humanity), I made money off of the glory hole, there I discovered my love for football (sexual love mind you, none of that "Your my soulmate" bullpuckey) especially John Madden. I wanted to rub lotion on John Madden, and then eat him alive. I tried out for the dolphins to show that octopus I had gotten over him. I didnt make it. I fell into a life of addiction to cheetos and selling my body to sheep. I'd sleep with the sheep and inject the cheeto dust. I went into to rehab, but the addiction just became worse (or better, if your an addiction), then one day I discovered an invention called TV, I watched a movie called "Life Of Brian" It had this wonderful song at the end that tought me to always be happy and look at the good things in life. Now I play guitar and write songs about my previous experiences. That and come up with weird ass stories.

 

[arsenicCatnip]

Who needs to make up a 'dark' past when you already have one?

 

[mrpenguinismyhomeboy]

Upon my immediate birth, my brain was removed from my body, and was kept alive by methods I Do not currently know. I was essentially a brain, but I didn't have sight, taste, touch, hearing, or smell. I spent most of my life in this state. While in it, I communicated with myself via primitive impulses, and from that managed to re derive most of modern math without knowing anything about it. However, since I had no idea there where other people, I was scarred with the inability to read any form of social cues.

Eventually, the took my brain back out and put it into the body of a previous patient.

And from that moment on...

I was a super hot, motorcycle riding, bikini wearing, bisexual female.

But then I got old. And now I am ninety years old. Those days are forever gone from me. And I will never get them back.

Sometimes I still think about it.