What is this? It is all in the title. I figured that I would create a place for people to post stories of events that happened to them, or stories about anything really! Since we are on a forum and are semi-anonymous (yet we have a very cool community vibe) there should not be any conflict of interest. I for one have grown to hate Facebook now because it is full of shitty vines and pictures that are all "squad goals ugg boots pumpkin spice MFW repost this if you don't want your Grandma to die" so I rarely post any cool happenings there anymore; just personal updates from my life for family members and close friends might who might want to catch up with me. The General Discussion forum is where the blessed users of VGC can expect to hear my wacky zany 360 no scope stories that actually happened, and stories from other people. I think it will be a joy to read honestly. Gaming threads have reached hateful redundancy and Post your mind fell off the table so consider this a revival of general discussion.

What are the rules?

• Bring console wars in here and I will flay your soul.

Now go! Let the legend come back to life!

The title half lied! This is post your mind with a safer name! Do whatever you want because nothing is made up and the points do matter.

So today's story from me takes place on a sunny day in the car on my way to the gym. I was feeling pretty damn great and I had the windows down blasting music; Queen's "Another one Bites the Dust" to be specific. I was pumped full of pre-workout and anxious to make it to the gym, so imagine my chagrin when the cars in front of me are moving at a snail's pace during rush hour. I waited and waited for a gap in traffic, and eventually decided to pull into the turning lane at a red light to try an alternate route. I pulled up beside the lead car, a limo, and looked over at the driver with a bit of a glare. That is when I noticed that he was wearing a nice black suit and was evidently not enjoying the sunny day as much as I was; ditto for the passengers. I eventually put the pieces together in my head and realized that I had been stuck in the middle of a funeral procession. I was blasting Another one Bites the Dust in the middle of a funeral procession. Needless to say I turned down the music, rolled up the windows, and drove away as soon as I could.

My turn!!!

There were 3 cats! They went down the alley and then had sex with 3 other cats!

The end!

Whatever your story is I am very glad to have you on board Captain

Typical, but it should be more like this, as this is how all your stories go :/

Well first of all I would be immensely surprised that two active VGC users who post in General Discussion lived in the same city

Not sure what I would do after that. Probably explain that it was by no means on purpose haha

Oh and none of the undesirables will be able to find this since they're all too stupid and only use hot topics! Genius, thy name is Reim

MFW

As I was driving back home, a sudden realization came to my mind. I had poured too many suggar in my mornin' coffee, something that I'd only do under a very stressful situation. But what was so stressful about today? Was it the sight of a bright sun that never shines? The feeling of emptiness that struck me every time I woke up? The fallacy of going on with the studies in order to find a job? Which was it? I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was something very, very clear to me. My car had almost ran out of gas.

While I was driving, I came across a strayed - or probably abandoned - dog. I stopped the car for a few seconds, staring at it. It was a male grown-up rotweiller, not old enough to understand why its previous owner would choose to leave him behind, but certainly not so young that he didn't understand the concept of survival. I furrowed my brow, I wondered two different things: I thought why would his owner leave such beautiful animal dropped in the street, like trash, and if someone would notice me picking it up and taking it to my house in order to give it a bath, something to eat then proceed to have sexual intercourse with it.

I restarted the car and that was it, leaving behind me a trail of smoke from the exhaust pipe, and the rotweiller itself. I asked myself: had it been too much sugar? Or it was the lack of it?

That's a deep story wright I'm not sure how to respond.
So apparently the town next to me city disallows people to walk together in groups of 3. I mean its against the law. 4 is fine and 2 is fine but not three. Shit gets weird when oil riggers mix with mormons

I'd be up for a threesome with the rotty and you.