Krushaa
The first forsaken lion
Tveir
The Bull Of The North
I was picked on, I think the average amount. I think everyone is bullied a bit, some people a little less and unfortunately, some people a little more. I had a few experiences, especially in grammar and middle school when bigness=toughness for some reason, and you sort of submitted to anyone who was bigger than you. It all pretty much stopped in middle school when on one occasion, one of the kids who frequently bothered me decided he'd call me a name in the bathroom and push me. I turned and gave him a hook in the jaw, and after that, he and his dickwad friends never said anything to me again.


Reminds me of my brother. He's always been picked on, bullied even, for reasons that are still a mystery to me. Already at age 10 he was capable of taking on 20+ 12-year-olds by himself in King of the Hill, which he today fears might have made him almost harmfully unafraid of great numbers. If they messed with his friends, he'd take on people twice his size, and as far as I can remember he never lost a single fight in his schooldays. The closest thing would be the one he spared and turned his back on in his more inexperienced days, who attacked him from behind, using his superior weight to bring him down and dragged his face through the mud, but it doesn't really count.

Why the bullies focused on him, as I said, is a mystery. They utterly failed to break him, he'd talk back to them his entire life, giving unflattering nicknames to those that would unflatteringly nickname him, stare down those who would verbally assault him and, as I said, never losing a fight.

Did they somehow keep telling themselves that his lack of ten guys constantly backing him up was some overwhelming weakness that would one day make them superior, despite how they failed even in great numbers back when their greater age actually made them bigger and stronger and how they with the years grew yet lazier, duller of tongue and addicted to tobacco?

Ah yes... how I prayed for a smart bully back in the day

I remember even writing a paper on proper bullying and handing in to the teacher once, just to theoretically prove that I would do a lot better in their shoes. Disturbed her a bit, I think.

Your brother sounds like something out of a greaser movie, which is cool.

I'd like to say I'm THAT tough, but I'm not. The most I've had is three kids on me at once, but they were TERRIBLE fighters, so I don't count it as a challenge because I ended up punching one in the head and he lost all taste for fighting.


You's a b***h.

So's yer mom.