Omegle.

[Maleficus1055]

I like to start off conversations with lyrics :D

 

 

 

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Stranger: dl69

 

Stranger: ?

 

You: Turn your head and see the fields of flames

 

 

 

(Don't move along)

 

He carries along

 

(Cause things they will go wrong)

 

>From a distant place

 

(The end is getting closer)

 

He's on his way

 

(Day by day)

 

He'll bring decay

 

In shades of grey

 

We're doomed to face the night

 

Light's out of sight

 

 

 

Since we've reached the point of no return

 

We pray for the starlight we wait for the Moon

 

The sky is empty, alone in the unknown

 

we're getting nowhere

 

 

 

We have been betrayed by the wind and the rain

 

The sacred hall's empty and cold

 

The sacrifice made should not be done in vain

 

Revenge will be taken by Rome

 

 

 

We live a lie

 

Under the dying moon

 

Pale-faced laughs doom

 

Indulges in delight

 

 

 

It's getting out of hand

 

The final curtain will fall

 

 

 

Hear my voice

 

There is no choice

 

There's no way out

 

You'll find out

 

 

 

We don't regret it

 

So many men have failed but now he's (gone)

 

Go out and get it

 

The madman's head it shall be thine

 

We don't regret it

 

That someone else dies hidden in (disguise)

 

Go out and get it

 

Orion's hound shines bright

 

 

 

Don't you think it's time to stop the chase

 

Around the ring

 

Just stop running, running

 

Round the ring

 

Don't you know that fate has been decided

 

By the gods

 

Feel the distance, distance

 

Out of reach

 

 

 

Welcome to the end

 

Watch your step, Cassandra, you may fall

 

As I've stumbled on the field

 

Find myself in darkest places

 

(Sister mine)

 

Find myself drifting away

 

(Death's a certain thing)

 

And the other world

 

The other world appears

 

 

 

Find myself she dies in vain

 

 

 

I cannot be freed, I'm falling down

 

As time runs faster, moves towards disaster

 

The ferryman will wait for you, my dear

 

 

 

And then there was silence

 

Just a voice from the other world

 

Like a leaf in an icy world

 

Memories will fade

 

 

 

Misty tales and Poems lost

 

All the bliss and beauty

 

Will be gone

 

Will my weary soul find release for a while

 

At the moment of death I will smile

 

It's the triumph of shame and disease

 

 

 

In the end (Iliad)

 

Raise my hands and praise the day

 

Break the spell show me the (way)

 

In decay

 

The flame of Troy will shine bright

 

 

 

The newborn child will carry ruin to the hall

 

The newborn's death would be a blessing to us all

 

 

 

Good choice?

 

Bad choice?

 

Out of three you've chosen misery

 

 

 

Power and wisdom you deny

 

(Bad choice, bad choice)

 

 

 

War is the only answer when Love will conquer fear

 

 

 

So the judgement's been made

 

To the fairest the graceful says

 

Badly he fails

 

 

 

(Warning)

 

Fear the heat of passion, father king

 

(Don't let him in

 

Don't let her in)

 

Desire, lust, obsession

 

Death they'll bring

 

(We can't get out

 

Once they are in)

 

 

 

She's like the sunrise

 

Outshines the Moon at night

 

Precious like starlight

 

She will bring in a murderous price

 

 

 

(In darkness grows the seed of man's defeat)

 

Jealousy

 

(I can clearly see the end now)

 

I can clearly see the end now

 

I can clearly see the end now

 

 

 

(The thread of life is spun)

 

The coin's been placed below my tongue

 

 

 

Never give up

 

Never give in

 

Be on our side so we can win

 

Never give up

 

Never give in

 

Be on out side

 

(Old moon's time) is soon to come

 

 

 

Nowhere to run

 

Nowhere to hide

 

Nothing to lose like one we'll stand

 

We'll face the storm

 

Created by a man

 

 

 

Roar Roar Roar Roar

 

Troy (Troy Troy Troy)

 

And as the lion slaughters man

 

I am the wolf and you're the lamb

 

 

 

(Hallowed) Troy will fall round the walls

 

Faith is shattered, bodies fall

 

 

 

Nowhere to run

 

Nowhere to hide

 

Nothing to lose like one we'll stand

 

It's all for one and one for all

 

We live for will be wiped out

 

 

 

I feel that something's (wrong)

 

Surprise, surprise they're gone

 

 

 

Full moon your time goes by

 

And new moon's still kept out of sight

 

We live

 

Misty tales and Poems lost

 

(We die)

 

All the bliss and beauty will be gone

 

 

 

Will my weary soul find release for a while

 

At the moment of death I will smile

 

It's the triumph of shame and disease

 

 

 

In the end (Iliad)

 

Raise my hands and praise the day

 

Break the spell show me the (way)

 

In decay

 

The flame of Troy will shine bright

 

 

 

Roam in darkness

 

(Spread the vision)

 

Roam in darkness

 

(Spread the vision)

 

Roam in darkness

 

(Spread the vision)

 

Roam in darkness

 

(Spread the vision)

 

(Roam in darkness)

 

(We will be lost if you truly believe)

 

(Roam in darkness)

 

Troy in darkness

 

(There's a cold emptiness in our hearts)

 

That they've gone away

 

(And) won't come back

 

 

 

They'll tear down the wall to bring it in

 

They'll truly believe in the lie

 

Lie, lie

 

 

 

With blossoms they'll welcome the old foe

 

 

 

The vision's so clear

 

When day and dream unite the end is near

 

You better be prepared

 

 

 

The nightmare shall be over now, there's nothing more to fear

 

Come join in our singing and dance with us now

 

The nightmare shall be over now, there's nothing more to fear

 

The war it is over forevermore

 

 

 

No hope

 

The blind leads the blind

 

Carry on

 

Though future's denied

 

 

 

Mare or stallion

 

There's far more inside

 

We are in at the kill we'll cheerfully die

 

 

 

Misty tales and Poems lost

 

All the bliss and beauty

 

Will be gone

 

(Will) my weary soul find release for a while

 

At the moment of death I will smile

 

It's the triumph of shame and disease

 

 

 

In the end (Iliad)

 

Raise my hands and praise the day

 

Break the spell show me the (way)

 

In decay

 

The flame of Troy will shine bright

 

 

 

Holy light shines on

 

 

 

So the judgement's been made

 

We're condemned though the trial's far ahead

 

 

 

The crack of doom, Father

 

Your handsome son is heading home

 

 

 

Still the wind blows, calm and silent

 

Carries news from a distant shore

 

Still the wind blows, calm and silent

 

Carries news from a distant shore

 

Still the wind blows, calm and silent

 

(Out of mind)

 

Carries news from a distant shore

 

(Can't get it)

 

(Still the wind blows, calm and silent)

 

(Out of mind)

 

(Carries news from a distant shore)

 

(Can't get it out of my head)

 

(Can't get it)

 

(Out of mind)

 

(Can't get it out of my head)

 

 

 

Sorrow and defeat

 

Sorrow and defeat

 

 

 

Stranger: you are gay.

 

You: no u

 

Stranger: wtf was that?

 

Stranger: m/f

 

You: both

 

You: you?

 

Stranger: me too.

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This is rather fun.

 

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You: You are the fallen.

 

You are the chosen.

 

You are the daemon.

 

You worship Satan.

 

You: You are the chosen.

 

You are the daemon.

 

You worship Satan.

 

You: You are the daemon.

 

You worship Satan.

 

You: You worship Satan.

 

Stranger: lol

 

Stranger: who the hell r u?

 

You: wut

 

Stranger: why u think i'm demon ?

 

You: why u so nub?

 

Stranger: ?

 

Stranger: u crazy ?

 

You: no µ

 

Stranger: i am crazy

 

You: no µ

 

Stranger: but noy demon !

 

 

 

You: You worship Satan.

 

Stranger: i don't

 

Stranger: lol

 

You: You worship Satan.

 

Stranger: who r u?

 

You: Satan.

 

Stranger: mmmmm

 

Stranger: satan should be so hottt

 

You: You dare defile my unholy image in that light, my child?

 

Stranger: i do master !

 

You: You worship Satan.

 

Stranger: can i be your slave ma master?

 

You: Thus you watch him down, ground into rot.

 

Thus you watch him down, melting down in nothingness.

 

Stranger: lol

 

Stranger: hahahahaa

 

You: To destroy him, you stand above mortality.

 

You've got the immortal spirit.

 

He's beaten in the agony, thousands more times than you.

 

Stranger: u so out of your mind i think

 

You: No place for his blood and relation...

 

Arrest them all.

 

Scoop their skulls out.

 

Crush their backbones.

 

And hang all their bodies inverted.

 

You: The soil of your graveyard sprays his dwellings.

 

The ivy coiling around your tomb takes root in his site.

 

His body, in that the same blood as yours streams, begins to rot down,

 

instead of your dead corpse.

 

 

 

You: CASAREMANU HOEL-QO, OD TI TA ZOD CAHISA SOBA COREMEFA I GA.

 

 

 

Stranger: lol

 

Stranger: do u wanna chat or not ?

 

You: i am chatting, my child.

 

Stranger: no your not

 

You: i believe i am.

 

Stranger: where r u from ?

 

You: Hell.

 

You: Though I originated from Heaven.

 

Stranger: are u a male satan or a female ?

 

You: both.

 

Stranger: i guess your kidding me

 

You: no i am not.

 

You: i have both male and female genitalia.

 

Stranger: and i'm too bored to play games

 

You: THE GAME.

 

Stranger: be happy in hell

 

You: no u

 

Stranger: ;)

 

Your conversational partner has disconnected.

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[Furah]

Hopefully he will quit asking.

 

[hide=]Connecting to server...

 

Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.

 

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

 

A word of advice: "asl" is boring. Please find something more interesting to talk about!

 

Stranger: skinny 19 yo male want to trade pics

 

You: fat 42 year old male, sure

 

Stranger: I love thick girls in volleyball uniforms

 

Your conversational partner has disconnected.[/hide]

 

 

 

I got bored, so I decided to give Mage_Man's little trick a go. It isn't really funny, but it gave me a little chuckle.

 

Supposed to act like you have no idea what they're talking about.

[Rainy_Day]

I find little interest in the site, I tend to get people asking "asl?" and then once I say I am male, they disconnect. Or they simply speak using an Asian language. :( I had one epic conversation and added the person on facebook though. :twisted:

[The_Gabe]

Connecting to server...

 

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

 

A word of advice: "asl" is boring. Please find something more interesting to talk about!

 

Stranger: hi

 

You: hi

 

Stranger: how are u?

 

You: Wanna go and buy some viagra with me?

 

Your conversational partner has disconnected.

 

 

 

Connecting to server...

 

Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on.

 

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

 

A word of advice: "asl" is boring. Please find something more interesting to talk about!

 

You: HELP ME

 

You: I HAVE AIDS

 

Your conversational partner has disconnected.

 

 

 

 

 

Connecting to server...

 

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

 

A word of advice: "asl" is boring. Please find something more interesting to talk about!

 

Stranger: hi

 

You: are you a guy?

 

Stranger: yeah

 

You: i'm a girl

 

Stranger: hello

 

Stranger: he

 

Stranger: where are you from?

 

You: canada

 

Stranger: oh~i like canada

 

Stranger: i have been ther

 

Stranger: i have been there

 

Stranger: i am korean~!!!

 

You: north korea?

 

Stranger: yeah~~!!

 

Stranger: of course~

 

You: o [bleep] don't bomb me

 

You have disconnected.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Connecting to server...

 

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

 

A word of advice: "asl" is boring. Please find something more interesting to talk about!

 

Stranger: how the [bleep] do i shot web?

 

You: i'm from north korea, i'm gonna bomb your mother[bleep]ing [wagon]

 

You: and rape your dog

 

Stranger: cool sotry, bro

 

Stranger: so

 

Stranger: do u want some updog?

 

You: sure

 

Stranger: cooooooooooooooooooool

 

Your conversational partner has disconnected.

[lizzywizzy666]

80% of the convos on there start with them telling me they are horney.... thats um... nice to know???

 

 

 

Seriously, i dont care.

 

 

 

You can get a decent convo on there though.

[BlindBaker]

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Stranger: you wake up in a strange room you have never seen. You can see a lamp, a dresser, and a door what do you do?

 

You: Er...

 

You: Examine lamp.

 

Stranger: You look at the lamp, but can't really examine it because it is off.

 

You: Turn the freaking thing on then.

 

Stranger: You turn the lamp on, and see you are in a dingy painted room. The lamp is old and dirty. There is also a window in the room.

 

You: What's on the dresser?

 

Stranger: The dresser has a mirror, four drawers, and a broken picture frame with no picture on top.

 

You: No picture? That's pretty pointless. Okay, open the first drawer.

 

Stranger: There is a handgun under the boxers. Also, an eightball of cocaine.

 

You: Sweet.

 

You: Take the gun. And the coke. You know, for evidence/

 

Stranger:

 

Stranger:

 

You: Awesome.

 

You: What about the other drawers?

 

Stranger: You turn around and see a dead woman in the bed.

 

You: Well crap, I just woke up there.

 

Stranger: What do you do?

 

You: Examine the dead body?

 

Stranger: You walk over to the body, and can barely tell it is a woman. She has been raped, and she is barely breathing. She looks familliar, but you can't seem to put a name with the face.

 

You: Still breathing? I thought you said she was dead.

 

Stranger: (upon closer examination by yourself, she was barely breathing)

 

You: I see.

 

Stranger: What do you do?

 

You: Check the other drawers, but keep a close eye on the door.

 

Stranger: You crouch down and begin looking through the drawers. You find in the second some wife beaters, the third some jeans, and the fourth is empty. There is a stir outside the door.

 

You: Take the gun out and investigate the stir.

 

Stranger: You stand up, and carefully walk to the door. You half the gun out, and peek out. There are 8-10 people that look very dirty. You are in a homeless shelter, yet you are not homeless.

 

Stranger: have*

 

You: So somehow, in the middle of ten people, someone raped some random lady and threw her on a bed without anyone knowing? Or maybe it was a gang rape. Crap. Okay. Look out the window.

 

Stranger: You gently close the door trying to remember what happened. You look at the window and see an alleyway with a large dumpster, and large building all around. You are in a city.

 

You: Hmm.

 

Stranger:

 

You: Does the door have a peep hole or anything?

 

Stranger: No. To see out you must crack it.

 

You: Awesome. Hide the gun and slowly open the door.

 

You: In my sleeve or behind my back.

 

Stranger: You tuck the gun behind your back into the waistband of your gym shorts. It is not a good place to have it, but you are shirtless. You answer the door and see a large African American male. He looks very surprised to see you answering the door.

 

You: Ask him what's up.

 

You: Dawg.

 

Stranger: You ask him what's up dawg, and he looks infuriated. He pushes you into the room and sees the woman on the bed. It is his shawty.

 

You: Whoops, I knew that wasn't a bad idea.

 

You: Try to explain it wasn't me.

 

You: Wasn't a good idea*

 

Stranger: You stagger to your feet and explain you did not do this. He kicks you against a wall, and slams the door. He asks for your name. Your gun has fallen out of your gym shorts and is propped against the wall.

 

 

 

You: How far is the gun?

 

Stranger: Just behind you, fell out of your shorts against the fall

 

Stranger: wall

 

You: Tell him a fake name while slowly, without him knowing, reaching for the gun.

 

Stranger: You tell him your name is David, David Arnone. He yells at you and reaches behind his back to his waistband and walks towards you. You reach behind you and feel for the gun, grabbing the barrell.

 

You: Take a good hold of the gun. Keep hiding it, and ask him calmly what he wants.

 

Stranger: He pulls out a butterfly knife and screams he wants HER back. There is a commotion outside. He pulls you up to your feet and chokes you against the wall with his forearm.

 

You: Hold the gun up to his face and try to tell him to back off.

 

You: (Crap, probably wasn't a good idea :S)

 

You: Well great, people are gonna come in and see me holding the gun up to his face and a dead chick on the bed.

 

Stranger: You whip the gun from behind your back and try to yell back off, but comes out as a gurgle. A man opens the door again and screams. The African-American male whips out his butterfly knife and swings at your carotid, but the man hits him from behind mid-thrust.

 

You: Hits him with what?

 

Stranger: With his body, stopping the male from killing you for a split second. The African-American male spins around and pushes the homeless man off him.

 

You: How big is this guy, anyway?

 

Stranger: He is 6'3" 220. Lean.

 

Stranger: There is a crowd rushing towards the door.

 

You: Oh, good. If I can reach his head, try to knock him out with the handgun.

 

Stranger: You bring the gun straight to his forehead, hitting him as hard as you can. He falls to the ground and drops his knife. You and the homeless man make eye-contact.

 

You: Hmm. What does he look like, then?

 

Stranger: He is mid 50's, well weathered. A good citizen.

 

You: Awesome. Thank him for helping me, and ask him if he'd seen either the girl or the big guy.

 

You: I'm gonna get a drink real quick.

 

Stranger: He looks at you in disbelief, and grabs the butterfly knife. He says he knew the man, and asks why you stole his gun and cocaine. A crowd is at the door screaming, you hear one on a courtesy phone in the hall way with 911.

 

You: Tell him my story. Then ask how he knew I had the coke.

 

Stranger: You tell him you are suffering from amnesia, and tell him you cannot remember anything. He backs up from you and points to your gym shorts waistband. He continues backing up towards the door.

 

Stranger:

 

You: Drop the gun first, then ask about the lady on the bed.

 

Stranger: You drop to the gun, proclaiming your innocence. You ask him about the woman on the bed, and he says you know who she is. He is at the doorway, and says he doesn't want trouble. The police have arrived at the building.

 

You: Put the coke and the gun back where it was, then see if I can reason with the police.

 

Stranger: You place back the the pistol and cocaine, but your finger prints are covered on the bag and the handle. You start to go out the door and everyone runs from you. You hear someone downstairs telling the police you have killed two, and are armed.

 

You: Well this sucks.

 

You: All I did was wake up.

 

You: Get on the ground, tell him I'll go willingly.

 

Stranger: You lay on the ground, admitting you have no creative mind in regards on how to get out of a tough spot. They approach you, arrest you, and are sentenced to life in prison for killing a hooker, possesion of an unregistered firearm, and felony narcotic possesion. You try to take up Latin in prison, but are raped for the rest of your life.

 

You: I was going to tell it to the judge.

 

You: What the crap.

 

Stranger: come on man,

 

Stranger: nice chattin

[/hide]

 

 

 

I think he had to go at the end or something. They didn't even explain my rights! I could have gotten out of it. :wall:

[forestfrolic]

[hide=]

Stranger: you wake up in a strange room you have never seen. You can see a lamp, a dresser, and a door what do you do?

 

You: Er...

 

You: Examine lamp.

 

Stranger: You look at the lamp, but can't really examine it because it is off.

 

You: Turn the freaking thing on then.

 

Stranger: You turn the lamp on, and see you are in a dingy painted room. The lamp is old and dirty. There is also a window in the room.

 

You: What's on the dresser?

 

Stranger: The dresser has a mirror, four drawers, and a broken picture frame with no picture on top.

 

You: No picture? That's pretty pointless. Okay, open the first drawer.

 

Stranger: There is a handgun under the boxers. Also, an eightball of cocaine.

 

You: Sweet.

 

You: Take the gun. And the coke. You know, for evidence/

 

Stranger:

 

Stranger:

 

You: Awesome.

 

You: What about the other drawers?

 

Stranger: You turn around and see a dead woman in the bed.

 

You: Well crap, I just woke up there.

 

Stranger: What do you do?

 

You: Examine the dead body?

 

Stranger: You walk over to the body, and can barely tell it is a woman. She has been raped, and she is barely breathing. She looks familliar, but you can't seem to put a name with the face.

 

You: Still breathing? I thought you said she was dead.

 

Stranger: (upon closer examination by yourself, she was barely breathing)

 

You: I see.

 

Stranger: What do you do?

 

You: Check the other drawers, but keep a close eye on the door.

 

Stranger: You crouch down and begin looking through the drawers. You find in the second some wife beaters, the third some jeans, and the fourth is empty. There is a stir outside the door.

 

You: Take the gun out and investigate the stir.

 

Stranger: You stand up, and carefully walk to the door. You half the gun out, and peek out. There are 8-10 people that look very dirty. You are in a homeless shelter, yet you are not homeless.

 

Stranger: have*

 

You: So somehow, in the middle of ten people, someone raped some random lady and threw her on a bed without anyone knowing? Or maybe it was a gang rape. Crap. Okay. Look out the window.

 

Stranger: You gently close the door trying to remember what happened. You look at the window and see an alleyway with a large dumpster, and large building all around. You are in a city.

 

You: Hmm.

 

Stranger:

 

You: Does the door have a peep hole or anything?

 

Stranger: No. To see out you must crack it.

 

You: Awesome. Hide the gun and slowly open the door.

 

You: In my sleeve or behind my back.

 

Stranger: You tuck the gun behind your back into the waistband of your gym shorts. It is not a good place to have it, but you are shirtless. You answer the door and see a large African American male. He looks very surprised to see you answering the door.

 

You: Ask him what's up.

 

You: Dawg.

 

Stranger: You ask him what's up dawg, and he looks infuriated. He pushes you into the room and sees the woman on the bed. It is his shawty.

 

You: Whoops, I knew that wasn't a bad idea.

 

You: Try to explain it wasn't me.

 

You: Wasn't a good idea*

 

Stranger: You stagger to your feet and explain you did not do this. He kicks you against a wall, and slams the door. He asks for your name. Your gun has fallen out of your gym shorts and is propped against the wall.

 

 

 

You: How far is the gun?

 

Stranger: Just behind you, fell out of your shorts against the fall

 

Stranger: wall

 

You: Tell him a fake name while slowly, without him knowing, reaching for the gun.

 

Stranger: You tell him your name is David, David Arnone. He yells at you and reaches behind his back to his waistband and walks towards you. You reach behind you and feel for the gun, grabbing the barrell.

 

You: Take a good hold of the gun. Keep hiding it, and ask him calmly what he wants.

 

Stranger: He pulls out a butterfly knife and screams he wants HER back. There is a commotion outside. He pulls you up to your feet and chokes you against the wall with his forearm.

 

You: Hold the gun up to his face and try to tell him to back off.

 

You: (Crap, probably wasn't a good idea :S)

 

You: Well great, people are gonna come in and see me holding the gun up to his face and a dead chick on the bed.

 

Stranger: You whip the gun from behind your back and try to yell back off, but comes out as a gurgle. A man opens the door again and screams. The African-American male whips out his butterfly knife and swings at your carotid, but the man hits him from behind mid-thrust.

 

You: Hits him with what?

 

Stranger: With his body, stopping the male from killing you for a split second. The African-American male spins around and pushes the homeless man off him.

 

You: How big is this guy, anyway?

 

Stranger: He is 6'3" 220. Lean.

 

Stranger: There is a crowd rushing towards the door.

 

You: Oh, good. If I can reach his head, try to knock him out with the handgun.

 

Stranger: You bring the gun straight to his forehead, hitting him as hard as you can. He falls to the ground and drops his knife. You and the homeless man make eye-contact.

 

You: Hmm. What does he look like, then?

 

Stranger: He is mid 50's, well weathered. A good citizen.

 

You: Awesome. Thank him for helping me, and ask him if he'd seen either the girl or the big guy.

 

You: I'm gonna get a drink real quick.

 

Stranger: He looks at you in disbelief, and grabs the butterfly knife. He says he knew the man, and asks why you stole his gun and cocaine. A crowd is at the door screaming, you hear one on a courtesy phone in the hall way with 911.

 

You: Tell him my story. Then ask how he knew I had the coke.

 

Stranger: You tell him you are suffering from amnesia, and tell him you cannot remember anything. He backs up from you and points to your gym shorts waistband. He continues backing up towards the door.

 

Stranger:

 

You: Drop the gun first, then ask about the lady on the bed.

 

Stranger: You drop to the gun, proclaiming your innocence. You ask him about the woman on the bed, and he says you know who she is. He is at the doorway, and says he doesn't want trouble. The police have arrived at the building.

 

You: Put the coke and the gun back where it was, then see if I can reason with the police.

 

Stranger: You place back the the pistol and cocaine, but your finger prints are covered on the bag and the handle. You start to go out the door and everyone runs from you. You hear someone downstairs telling the police you have killed two, and are armed.

 

You: Well this sucks.

 

You: All I did was wake up.

 

You: Get on the ground, tell him I'll go willingly.

 

Stranger: You lay on the ground, admitting you have no creative mind in regards on how to get out of a tough spot. They approach you, arrest you, and are sentenced to life in prison for killing a hooker, possesion of an unregistered firearm, and felony narcotic possesion. You try to take up Latin in prison, but are raped for the rest of your life.

 

You: I was going to tell it to the judge.

 

You: What the crap.

 

Stranger: come on man,

 

Stranger: nice chattin

[/hide]

 

 

 

I think he had to go at the end or something. They didn't even explain my rights! I could have gotten out of it. :wall:

 

Those are my favorites to read.

[Albel]

Hmm...looks cool actually. Might put this on ym I touch later tonight. Mght be funny to use in classes :thumbsup:

[Amaranth_GTO]

[hide=Omg!]You: You are alone in a dark hallway. There are doors on your left and your right. What do you do?'

 

Stranger: [cabbage], I was gonna do that!

 

You: fine

 

You: you can do it

 

Stranger: Okay, look in the right door.

 

You: You open the right door. You find yourself in a kitchen...*has trouble thinking of story line*

 

You: dammit

 

Stranger: It's tough. Let's just keep going.

 

You: Fine

 

You: You find yourself in a kitchen. There is a trail of blood leading to the kitchen sink, which contains a bloody butchers knife and strands of long blonde hair

 

Stranger: Sounds familiar. Ah, examine the knife.

 

You: It probably is... I borrowed it :P

 

Stranger: Except it was dark hair.

 

Stranger: Okay, well, examine the hair then.

 

You: wow, I just did this friday but used dark hair

 

Stranger: O_o

 

You: HYT?

 

Stranger: :o!

 

Stranger: Hyt.

 

Stranger: [bleep], that's weird.

 

You: Woo!!!!!!!!!!!

 

You: I'm posting this on the omegle thread.

 

Stranger: Sweet.

 

Stranger: Tell them I'm Blindbaker49.[/hide]

 

I never thought this would happen. My life is complete.

[BlindBaker]

[hide=Omg!]You: You are alone in a dark hallway. There are doors on your left and your right. What do you do?'

 

Stranger: [cabbage], I was gonna do that!

 

You: fine

 

You: you can do it

 

Stranger: Okay, look in the right door.

 

You: You open the right door. You find yourself in a kitchen...*has trouble thinking of story line*

 

You: dammit

 

Stranger: It's tough. Let's just keep going.

 

You: Fine

 

You: You find yourself in a kitchen. There is a trail of blood leading to the kitchen sink, which contains a bloody butchers knife and strands of long blonde hair

 

Stranger: Sounds familiar. Ah, examine the knife.

 

You: It probably is... I borrowed it :P

 

Stranger: Except it was dark hair.

 

Stranger: Okay, well, examine the hair then.

 

You: wow, I just did this friday but used dark hair

 

Stranger: O_o

 

You: HYT?

 

Stranger: :o!

 

Stranger: Hyt.

 

Stranger: [bleep], that's weird.

 

You: Woo!!!!!!!!!!!

 

You: I'm posting this on the omegle thread.

 

Stranger: Sweet.

 

Stranger: Tell them I'm Blindbaker49.[/hide]

 

I never thought this would happen. My life is complete.

 

 

 

That WAS pretty sweet.

 

(This was NOT planned, by the way.)

[forestfrolic]

[hide=Omg!]You: You are alone in a dark hallway. There are doors on your left and your right. What do you do?'

 

Stranger: [cabbage], I was gonna do that!

 

You: fine

 

You: you can do it

 

Stranger: Okay, look in the right door.

 

You: You open the right door. You find yourself in a kitchen...*has trouble thinking of story line*

 

You: dammit

 

Stranger: It's tough. Let's just keep going.

 

You: Fine

 

You: You find yourself in a kitchen. There is a trail of blood leading to the kitchen sink, which contains a bloody butchers knife and strands of long blonde hair

 

Stranger: Sounds familiar. Ah, examine the knife.

 

You: It probably is... I borrowed it :P

 

Stranger: Except it was dark hair.

 

Stranger: Okay, well, examine the hair then.

 

You: wow, I just did this friday but used dark hair

 

Stranger: O_o

 

You: HYT?

 

Stranger: :o!

 

Stranger: Hyt.

 

Stranger: [bleep], that's weird.

 

You: Woo!!!!!!!!!!!

 

You: I'm posting this on the omegle thread.

 

Stranger: Sweet.

 

Stranger: Tell them I'm Blindbaker49.[/hide]

 

I never thought this would happen. My life is complete.

 

 

 

Holy [cabbage]!

[RpgGamer]

[hide=Omg!]You: You are alone in a dark hallway. There are doors on your left and your right. What do you do?'

 

Stranger: [cabbage], I was gonna do that!

 

You: fine

 

You: you can do it

 

Stranger: Okay, look in the right door.

 

You: You open the right door. You find yourself in a kitchen...*has trouble thinking of story line*

 

You: dammit

 

Stranger: It's tough. Let's just keep going.

 

You: Fine

 

You: You find yourself in a kitchen. There is a trail of blood leading to the kitchen sink, which contains a bloody butchers knife and strands of long blonde hair

 

Stranger: Sounds familiar. Ah, examine the knife.

 

You: It probably is... I borrowed it :P

 

Stranger: Except it was dark hair.

 

Stranger: Okay, well, examine the hair then.

 

You: wow, I just did this friday but used dark hair

 

Stranger: O_o

 

You: HYT?

 

Stranger: :o!

 

Stranger: Hyt.

 

Stranger: [bleep], that's weird.

 

You: Woo!!!!!!!!!!!

 

You: I'm posting this on the omegle thread.

 

Stranger: Sweet.

 

Stranger: Tell them I'm Blindbaker49.[/hide]

 

I never thought this would happen. My life is complete.

 

 

 

That WAS pretty sweet.

 

(This was NOT planned, by the way.)

 

 

 

Holy [cabbage] tacos. The odds of that happening were rediculously slim. I imagine you can both die happy now. I wish something like that could happen to me on Omegle, I've had some bad luck recently. Perhaps I'll give it another go before going to bed.

[forestfrolic]

[hide=Omg!]You: You are alone in a dark hallway. There are doors on your left and your right. What do you do?'

 

Stranger: [cabbage], I was gonna do that!

 

You: fine

 

You: you can do it

 

Stranger: Okay, look in the right door.

 

You: You open the right door. You find yourself in a kitchen...*has trouble thinking of story line*

 

You: dammit

 

Stranger: It's tough. Let's just keep going.

 

You: Fine

 

You: You find yourself in a kitchen. There is a trail of blood leading to the kitchen sink, which contains a bloody butchers knife and strands of long blonde hair

 

Stranger: Sounds familiar. Ah, examine the knife.

 

You: It probably is... I borrowed it :P

 

Stranger: Except it was dark hair.

 

Stranger: Okay, well, examine the hair then.

 

You: wow, I just did this friday but used dark hair

 

Stranger: O_o

 

You: HYT?

 

Stranger: :o!

 

Stranger: Hyt.

 

Stranger: [bleep], that's weird.

 

You: Woo!!!!!!!!!!!

 

You: I'm posting this on the omegle thread.

 

Stranger: Sweet.

 

Stranger: Tell them I'm Blindbaker49.[/hide]

 

I never thought this would happen. My life is complete.

 

 

 

That WAS pretty sweet.

 

(This was NOT planned, by the way.)

 

 

 

Edited OP and mentioned this accomplishment. :thumbsup:

[BlindBaker]

[hide=Omg!]You: You are alone in a dark hallway. There are doors on your left and your right. What do you do?'

 

Stranger: [cabbage], I was gonna do that!

 

You: fine

 

You: you can do it

 

Stranger: Okay, look in the right door.

 

You: You open the right door. You find yourself in a kitchen...*has trouble thinking of story line*

 

You: dammit

 

Stranger: It's tough. Let's just keep going.

 

You: Fine

 

You: You find yourself in a kitchen. There is a trail of blood leading to the kitchen sink, which contains a bloody butchers knife and strands of long blonde hair

 

Stranger: Sounds familiar. Ah, examine the knife.

 

You: It probably is... I borrowed it :P

 

Stranger: Except it was dark hair.

 

Stranger: Okay, well, examine the hair then.

 

You: wow, I just did this friday but used dark hair

 

Stranger: O_o

 

You: HYT?

 

Stranger: :o!

 

Stranger: Hyt.

 

Stranger: [bleep], that's weird.

 

You: Woo!!!!!!!!!!!

 

You: I'm posting this on the omegle thread.

 

Stranger: Sweet.

 

Stranger: Tell them I'm Blindbaker49.[/hide]

 

I never thought this would happen. My life is complete.

 

 

 

That WAS pretty sweet.

 

(This was NOT planned, by the way.)

 

 

 

Edited OP and mentioned this accomplishment. :thumbsup:

 

 

 

Sweet. We're still talking. Having a text-adventure thing. I'm narrating. I'll probably post it later.

[Da Pirates]

[hide=Warning]Stranger: im kinda getting horny u wanna go do somthin?

 

You: Yeah

 

Stranger: m/f

 

You: You?

 

Stranger: m

 

You: Me too!

 

You: Gay sex time!

 

Your conversational partner has disconnected.[/hide]

 

 

 

Love messing with the freaks on Omegle.

[ElkNight]

[hide=Warning]Stranger: im kinda getting horny u wanna go do somthin?

 

You: Yeah

 

Stranger: m/f

 

You: You?

 

Stranger: m

 

You: Me too!

 

You: Gay sex time!

 

Your conversational partner has disconnected.[/hide]

 

 

 

Love messing with the freaks on Omegle.

 

Nice. xD

 

Its so funny to do that.

[Amaranth_GTO]

well, we finally stopped talking. The two tif'ers finally ended their text-based adventure.

 

[hide=Super Fun Time]Stranger: You wake up in an unfamiliar room on the cold, hard floor. It's dark, but you can make out a bed, a dresser, a window, and a closed door. There's an end table near the bed with a small lamp on top of it. What do you do?

 

You: turn on the lamp

 

Stranger: You turn on the lamp. Light floods into the room. There's an inch of dust on everything, even the floor. You see some foodprints in the dust leading from the bed to the door.

 

You: look out the window and try to guess the time of day

 

Stranger: You look out the window. It's midnight, but the city you're in is still alive.

 

You: ok. walk out the door

 

Stranger: You walk carelessly out the door. It's dark out here. You can't see anything.

 

You: go back into the room, and check the dresser for a flashlight/candle and any useful supplies

 

Stranger: On top of the dresser is a small picture. In the dim light of the lamp, you can make out yourself carrying a very small child that you can't seem to remember. Each drawer contains tons of clothes, but after searching thoroughly you find a small butterfly knife on the bottom drawer.

 

You: pocket the picture and butterfly knife. Look under the bed

 

Stranger: Under the bed, you can make out a flashlight.

 

Stranger: It's very dusty.

 

You: Take the flashlight. Exit the door, and turn on the flashlight

 

Stranger: You take the flashlight, your hand suffering from a spiderbite. Somehow, you know it's not harmless, but you can't remember ever learning what spider bites are poisonous. You exit the door and turn the flashlight on. You're in a hallway with countless doors. You guess it's an abandoned apartment, but you can't be sure. You also can't figure out why you would be there.

 

Stranger: There's a flicker of movement at the end of the hall.

 

You: Walk quietly to the end of the hall, butterfly knife in hand

 

Stranger: [GAME PAUSED]I know this is breaking the tension, but read the first post in the Omegle thread. It now says:

 

Stranger: Omegle is a site where you chat anonymously and randomly with strangers. Many people here already know what fun conversations can happen. Rsautohater and Blindbaker49 even found each other by accident! After reading the 'Today..' thread and seeing the Omega conversations, I figured they could use their own topic. Make sure you don't give out personal details, and only post conversation that follow forum rules.

 

You: hahaha

 

You: we made the first post!

 

Stranger: WEWT

 

Stranger: [GAME UNPAUSED :D]

 

You: wewt

 

Stranger: You walk down the hallway cautiously, butterfly knife at the ready. You hear a crash, and some frantic footsteps that slowly fade away, around the nearby corner.

 

Stranger: You only just realise the throbbing pain in your head.

 

You: oh crap

 

You: um...

 

You: Chase the footsteps

 

Stranger: You run after the sound of the footsteps, but with the dim light of the flashlight can only go so fast without running into a wall. The footsteps seem to be heading downstairs, getting quieter.

 

Stranger: You hear some glass shatter in the nearby room.

 

You: Enter the nearby room

 

Stranger: You walk cautiously through the door. The glass seems to have been a window, broken from the outside.

 

Stranger: Glass pieces sprinkle the ground.

 

You: Try to find a light

 

Stranger: You have a flashlight, but you grope for a light switch on the wall anyway. You find one, and the light turns on, blinding you momentarily. Someone shoves passed you out the door. You hear the thump only a male body hitting a wall and falling to the ground can bring. You can see again.

 

Stranger: Light floods the hallway.

 

You: walk towards the man, brandishing the knife

 

You: Actually, that may be the wrong word. Oh well

 

Stranger: You walk towards the man on the ground, holding your knife. He doesn't seem to notice you. He's holding his nose, and his face is covered in blood. The man, who you can see is somewhat heavy, is wearing a stained white T-shirt and some jeans. He's groaning in pain.

 

Stranger: Your head is still throbbing.

 

You: find a heavy cloth and use it to stop the bleeding, then find a phone and seek medical attention for myself and for him. If there is no phone, search the room for a cabinet with pain killers and find car keys

 

Stranger: You quickly take your hoodie off and give it to him. He puts it on his face to stop the bleeding. There is a phone in every room, but none seem to be connected. You run back to your room and search the cabinets in the bathroom. You find some Tylenol, although that probably won't do much for his injury, and no car keys.

 

You: Take some tylenol to stop my head throbbing, then look at the cracks under the door for light. If there's light under a door, knock and ask them to call for help or drive us to a hospital

 

Stranger: The only light you can find is your flashlight and all the lights in the room. The place is definitely abandoned. The man seems to be doing better. He may be well enough to talk.

 

Stranger: Your head has stopped throbbing.

 

You: Ask him who he is, where we are, and what he's doing

 

Stranger: The man tells you his name is Jake. He says you're in an old Holiday Inn hotel, or at least that's what he thinks. He asked what YOU were doing.

 

You: Show him the knife and tell him that it's none of his concern. Ask if he has access to a car

 

Stranger: When he sees the knife, he grins and pulls out a gun. Aiming it at you, he tells you that yes, actually, it is.

 

You: oh [cabbage]

 

You: "I woke up in a room down the hall. I have no recollection of anything happening before this. Also, I have a spider bite that may be deadly and requires immediate medical attention. I'm andrew."

 

Stranger: He sets down the gun. "You're another one, then? Another victim?"

 

You: Lower the knife. "Victim of what? What's going on?"

 

Stranger: He explains that someone has been dragging people into this hotel, drugging them, beating them, and leaving them. He'd been sent to surprise the one who'd been doing this by jumping through the window. "The drugs," he said, "have numerous side effects. Loss of memory is just the beginning."

 

You: "So this isn't a spider bite? What happens next and what do I need to do to stop it?"

 

Stranger: The man shook his head, a hopeless expression on his face, and gestured for you to follow. He brings you downstairs and opens a cabinet. He pulls out some pills, explaining that out of the countless other victims of this three-year-long crime, only about one-tenth of the subjects were completely cured. He gives you one of the pills, which you take. It's small enough to fit down your throat without any drinks. Suddenly you hear a gunshot, and the already injured man falls through the floor, dead.

 

Stranger: To the floor*

 

You: O.O

 

Stranger: (I can't think of anything >_<)

 

You: Drop to the floor, take Jake's gun, and look for the person who fired the shot

 

Stranger: You get down and grab Jake's gun. The flashes appear out of the corner of the room. The gun feels familiar in your hands.

 

Stranger: More shots appear, hitting the cabinet above your head.

 

You: (I'm guessing it's a 15 shot clip?)

 

You: Fire 3 shots into the corner, then run for cover

 

Stranger: You run for a desk, while firing three shots over to the corner. They all miss in your haste to not get shot, understandably. You dive for cover behind the reception desk, still startled but unharmed.

 

Stranger: Adrenaline begins pumping.

 

You: Try to see the person I'm shooting at without leaving cover

 

Stranger: When there is a pause in the gunfire, you peek over the desk to see the man running for cover. He knocks over a bookcase containing magezines dating back to nearly 2003. He begins shooting again, and you get down.

 

You: Fire 2 shots at the man, trying not to kill him but inflict a flesh wound.

 

Stranger: Suddenly a flashback hits you. You're in a gunfight in a desert, tending to another man's leg wound. You know the gunshot did not hit any important veins, arteries, or tendons. He will be fine. Carrying the man back to cover while firing your own gun at the enemy, you feel triumphant that your combat medic training did not leave you. Back at Holiday Inn, you fire two well-aimed shots at the man's leg, knowing exactly where to hit to wound him. The first shot misses, but the second hits its mark exactly where you were aiming.

 

Stranger: The man begins to bleed, screaming in agony.

 

Stranger: The gunshots halt.

 

You: Leave cover, gun aimed at the man. Walk over, take his weapon and anything in his pockets. Tend to his leg wound so he doesn't die of blood loss.

 

Stranger: You sprint over to the man's side, and then disarm him. You pull out countless pills from his pockets. After extracting the bullet from his leg, you use your T-shirt as a bandage. You realise Jake's medicine is starting to cure you of the man's drugs.

 

You: woo!

 

You: Take the man to a room upstairs, a room that has a chair, large window, and an electrical outlet.

 

Stranger: You drag the man painfully up the stairs into said room.

 

You: Try to find metal wire and use it to tie the man to the chair. If there's no metal wire, use rope or the bedsheets

 

Stranger: You resourcefully use bed sheets to wrap the man in his chair. Even with his injury, he is still struggling.

 

You: Inspect his handgun, and check how many bullets are left in the clip. While doing this, ask him who he is

 

Stranger: There are four bullets left in his gun. He does not answer your question.

 

You: Unload all 4 bullets from his handgun and put them in mine. Look around the room for any sort of metal conductor

 

Stranger: You refill your handgun from his ammo and extract some copper wires from an outlet across the room. You're careful not to tamper with the outlet nearest to the man.

 

You: Wrap the wires tightly around each of his wrists. Walk towards the outlet, and ask who he is a second time

 

Stranger: He doesn't anwer again, even with the pain he knows he is about to bring on himself. He only whimpers from the pain in his leg.

 

You: Put the wires into the outlet for 3 seconds, then remove them

 

Stranger: The man shrieks from the pain and has a small seizure. Since you weren't wearing gloves, you also felt the intense agony. You just tortured a man. I hope you feel proud of yourself.

 

Stranger: You also managed to torture yourself. Smooth.

 

Stranger: (I'm tired. :D)

 

You: :P

 

You: Take a moment to recover from the pain, then walk over to the man

 

Stranger: After sucking it up like a real medic, you walk over to the man and stare him down.

 

You: ask again who he is

 

Stranger: No answer, except "KILL ME!"

 

You: "I won't grant you the pleasure." Search the man again for any form of identification. Look around the room for gloves or anything else made of rubber

 

Stranger: The man is smart enough to not have an ID. You also find some disposable rubber gloves in the bathroom. If only you had these to treat peoples' injuries.

 

You: Put on the gloves. Ask the man again who he is

 

Stranger: The man is now crying, begging, "Please, kill me..."

 

You: "Shut up! I'll let you die once you start talking if thats what you want"

 

Stranger: The man tells you he himself has no name, no home, no family. Years ago, he used some of his own drugs, not knowing exactly what they were. Now the endless suffering and pain, along with his deprived childhood, causes him to put his pain onto others.

 

Stranger: "KILL ME! PLEASE!"

 

You: "Shut up!" Plug him into the outlet for another second, then go downstairs to Jake's body. Take his body upstairs as well as the pills he gave me.

 

Stranger: You torture the guy some more, giggling a little as he screams for mercy, then fetch Jake and his miracle medicine.

 

You: Force-feed the mystery man one of the pills, then search Jake's body

 

Stranger: You shove the pill down the man's throat, then search Jake for anything useful. You find nothing except a small knife, not much bigger than the butterfly knife you forgot about downstairs.

 

You: take the knife. Go through my inventory, which consists of rubber gloves, a 9mm handgun with 14 shots loaded, a flashlight, a small knife, and the picture I took from the room. Look at the picture to see if I can remember anything

 

Stranger: When you look into the picture, you remember you're holding your daughter. She has her mother's eyes. As you glance at the stranger once more, you realise, hey, so does he. You've just tortured your father-in-law. And perhaps cured him of his affliction.

 

You: holy [cabbage].

 

You: Keep the man tied up, and show him the picture. Ask him if he remembers his grandson.

 

Stranger: (Man, I have the oppurtunity to make this really [bleep]ed up.)

 

Stranger: Should I? >:D

 

Stranger: Okay. He takes one look at the picture and laughs, gesturing to the room across the hall.

 

Stranger: His laugh turns into a cackle.

 

You: o.o

 

You: hmm...

 

You: Hold my gun at the ready, then walk to the room across the hall. Kick the door in.

 

Stranger: Oh crap. I don't feel right typing this.

 

Stranger: :S

 

You: Just do it

 

Stranger: As you kick in the door, you feel it hit something. A tiny shape slides across the floor. When you turn the light on, you see it is an arm. A very small arm. Looking around the room, you find your three-month old daughter on the bed. But you also find her under the desk, near the walls, and generally all over the room.

 

You: holy... O.O

 

Stranger: The whole room is scarlet.

 

Stranger: Blood covers everything.

 

You: Check the room, and see if her mother is in there.

 

Stranger: ...you're just setting me up for another horror scene. Alright, then. In the bathroom, you find your beloved wife of five years in the bathtub. But that's not water she's bathing in.

 

You: oh [bleep]

 

You: Go back to the room where my father in law is tied up. Roundhouse kick him in the face

 

Stranger: Father-in-law.

 

You: father-in-law*

 

You: :P

 

Stranger: Your mother's father falls to the ground under your powerful roundhouse kick, his jaw broken. He's laying on the ground, still tied to the chair, extremely injured and crippled.

 

You: You sick, sick bastard. I'd kill you right now if I didn't need you alive

 

Stranger: The man doesn't do anything. He can't talk or move.

 

You: Carry the man outside, and exit the hotel, noting the location. Look for a car

 

Stranger: Surprisingly, no one notices you carrying a crippled, bleeding car into the nearest car. You hotwire the car and start driving.

 

You: bleeding man you mean? :P

 

Stranger: It's 2:30 AM. :(

 

You: Drive to the nearest police station.

 

Stranger: You drive to the nearest police station.

 

Stranger: I'

 

Stranger: I'm a good narrator.

 

You: lol

 

You: Go inside, and give them the man. Take one of the officers to the hotel

 

Stranger: You hand over the cripple to the nearest, stunned cop and tell them to follow you. The officers were really stupid, so they weren't suspicious at all when they followed you to the murder scene while you were holding a gun, a knife, and a near-dead person.

 

You: lol

 

You: Give them the miracle medicine, and take them to the room with my daughter and wife in it

 

Stranger: Why do they need medicine? O_o

 

You: Evidence, send it to labs to figure out what's in it, etc.

 

Stranger: Okay. The cops arrest the guy, put him in the hospital, then throw him in an insane asylum in his own private cell for the rest of his life. You win. Too bad that doesn't bring your family back, though.

 

Stranger: I'm tired.[/hide]Gets really crazy at the end :shock:

[RpgGamer]

Well, I tried my luck, and I actually didn't end up trolling. instead I ended up having a 4 hour conversation with a dude named Nate in California. We bonded over Weird Al. He was actually a pretty cool guy. i love trolling Omegle, but I think I'll only troll trolls from now on. Oddly enough he was only my 2nd connection. Considering theres never more than 4100 users, i would have expected more trolls.

[Dax]

[hide=Abra PL0X!]Connecting to server...

 

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

 

A word of advice: "asl" is boring. Please find something more interesting to talk about!

 

You: Hey.

 

Stranger: A Wild Abra Appears!

 

Stranger: Abra uses Teleport

 

You: Dang!

 

You: Throws Masterball!

 

Stranger: You missed... Somehow!

 

You: Damn!

 

Stranger: but good news

 

Stranger: your balls are still there!

 

You: :o YAY!

 

Stranger: Try again, this Abra sucks at his moves!

 

Stranger: Abra Fails to Teleport

 

You: Throws another masterball![/hide]

 

 

 

I couldn't catch him, and he left. :(

[walka92]

[hide=Warning]Stranger: im kinda getting horny u wanna go do somthin?

 

You: Yeah

 

Stranger: m/f

 

You: You?

 

Stranger: m

 

You: Me too!

 

You: Gay sex time!

 

Your conversational partner has disconnected.[/hide]

 

 

 

Love messing with the freaks on Omegle.

 

Nice. xD

 

Its so funny to do that.

i tried that once. he was bi. i dc'd.

[Lenin64]

Looking around the room, you find your three-month old daughter on the bed. But you also find her under the desk, near the walls, and generally all over the room.

 

Alright, I actually laughed at this :lol: But really, what are the odds?

[tintin113]

[hide=Omg!]You: You are alone in a dark hallway. There are doors on your left and your right. What do you do?'

 

Stranger: [cabbage], I was gonna do that!

 

You: fine

 

You: you can do it

 

Stranger: Okay, look in the right door.

 

You: You open the right door. You find yourself in a kitchen...*has trouble thinking of story line*

 

You: dammit

 

Stranger: It's tough. Let's just keep going.

 

You: Fine

 

You: You find yourself in a kitchen. There is a trail of blood leading to the kitchen sink, which contains a bloody butchers knife and strands of long blonde hair

 

Stranger: Sounds familiar. Ah, examine the knife.

 

You: It probably is... I borrowed it :P

 

Stranger: Except it was dark hair.

 

Stranger: Okay, well, examine the hair then.

 

You: wow, I just did this friday but used dark hair

 

Stranger: O_o

 

You: HYT?

 

Stranger: :o!

 

Stranger: Hyt.

 

Stranger: [bleep], that's weird.

 

You: Woo!!!!!!!!!!!

 

You: I'm posting this on the omegle thread.

 

Stranger: Sweet.

 

Stranger: Tell them I'm Blindbaker49.[/hide]

 

I never thought this would happen. My life is complete.

 

 

 

I am starting every Omegle chat from now on beginning with hyt... just in case :D

 

 

 

That's an awesome coincidence though guys! :lol:

[Yassin765]

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[Pirate_Felix]

You: hi

 

Stranger: whats up

 

You: hyt

 

You: oh im fine

 

Stranger: ill tell you whats up

 

You: browsing the local forums bit

 

You: oh wassup wif you?

 

Stranger: i just stabed your friend with a chainsaw

 

You: i dont got no friends

 

Stranger: and if you dont have any friend thats pathetic and you should kill yourself

 

Stranger: go killl yourself

 

You: im a 32 year old nerd who lives at his parents

 

You: no u

 

Stranger: kid

 

*disconnect*

 

 

 

lol whos pathetic, and i start every conversation with hyt too now

[ElkNight]

You: hyt

 

Stranger: hello

 

You: hi

 

Stranger: i'm F 22 and i'm really bored :

 

Stranger: how do you send a file on here

 

Stranger: This chat Sucks! : msg me on MSN messenger my SN is msn:BrookeParker90 at hotmail.com so i can send you my photo

 

You: im sure

 

Your conversational partner has disconnected.

 

 

 

Lol, im debating whether I should add or not, for the lulz, if its not just a bot.

 

 

 

Nvm its just a bot.

 

Found on Yahoo answers:

 

You: hey im gay

 

Stranger: hello

 

Stranger: i'm F 22 and i'm really bored :

 

You: are you gay ?

 

Stranger: how do you send a file on here

 

Stranger: This chat Sucks! : msg me on MSN messenger my SN is msn:BrookeParker90 at hotmail.com so i can send you my photo

 

You: or just lame?

 

You: helloo i dont care \

 

You: but i dont like talking to strangers :/