Mirror, mirror on the wall. What’s the worst story of them all? Anyways, welcome back! I got another trashy story that fell out of the garbage can. Before I put it back, do you want read it, again?

”i put rat poison in my lunch”

Submitted by Nightmare on 10/19/2022 | Removed for Rule 1

I used to work at a call center and working there was trash I quit 3 years ago cause because it was unbearable, and it had no ventilation, terrible pay, and strict rules we all shared a fridge but every single time I brought lunch it got stolen and I did something I don't think was a good idea, but I would still do it if I could redo it cause it was worth. I put rat poison in my food and I also put a warning and somebody ate it after I saw it I was just waiting and it happened somebody just fell on the ground I needed to keep my laugh in after that they had long-term damage to their digestive system, liver, and kidneys and they never found out it was me in the end. (I put a fair warning and it was ignored, I also tried laxatives but that still did not stop them)

At last, I am here once again to waste your time with yet another amazing, deleted NR story. I hope you like genitals cause this story is full of them. Let’s get anatomical my lads!

”Stuck A Tranquilizer In My Genitalia Because My Doctors Refused My Surgery. I Am Taking Revenge!!”

Submitted by “Acanthaceae” on 9/27/2021 | Removed for Rule 1

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I stuck a tranquilizer in my genitalia because my doctors refused my surgery. I am taking revenge on my doctor by drawing my vagina on every American's phone/tablet. But apparently, those doctors are too busy saving the world. You wanna know what the single-handfullest word I never ever saw printed in English before was? It was “uterus”. [In Czech the only similar equivalent of Latin “vulva” or even the more descriptive “cunt”.]

Since then, I started feeling some little symptoms in my vagina. Like, for example, you know how men always make you walk up and down the stairs as exercise? Well, I never really did. Because there is nothing in the bottom floor except a toilet, a shower and a tiny bedroom. Now that I walked in a couple of times at the end, I was so pissed, so why the fuck did I put myself through that? This is how those vagina exercises look like So apparently, I never did know, but there was a thingie in there, I guess, a thing of some kind, like a bit of the same tissue that the testicles attach to.

I still don’t know how that thingy got in there. Perhaps my aunt didn’t quite look well one day or something. Never thought about that when I was very little. Well, now that I think about it I am just like “Aaargh! I was in love with that vagina just as I was in love with this girl, with her legs, her knees, her neck, and all. What about the heart? What about the throat? (Yes, perhaps that’s also important) What about this lovely body? Aaargh! Fucker! Aaargh! Why? Aaaargh!” Yeah, that must sound as ridiculous to you as it does to me. I don’t even call this thingy like “my vagina” anymore.

It’s just like my pussy. It’s my pussy. I have no qualms anymore about it! I may call it “my pussy” or “my cunt” or “my pussy and cunt” or whatever, but the more I play with the pussy the more it seems I have nothing at all of that fucking life-stealing piece of flesh left in me! It’s gone! My love! Those old times are gone! I like this pussy! I don’t like any part of that first human self anymore! Even the vagina? Nuts! No need to think about that shit at all anymore! At the age of twelve I’d begun to have the will to think of that whole fucked up first thing!

I’d go through hell every time! I want to run away when thinking of that first little vagina. I think I’ve grown up, as those words mean something new and hard. I feel that the whole of me, the whole of my body, my whole life, her whole life, our lives, her life became one another, became each other’s. We can’t see the end because we don’t move anymore. She said I was an amoral sex maniac. I don’t give a fuck. I’m here. I came back to it again today, again and again, and everything is better than everything. You don’t count years. You don’t add or subtract time. Now, now, now and forever, I must now, right now have everything I need.

I go through a life in me. What, go through? I am the life through. No pain. I exist through. I enjoy nothing. Do what I love. I love everything. I go out from myself. I am the soul’s own life’s life. I go out from myself, I am living and doing. I’m more, I’m happy, I am more! I’m happy, happy, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, are there some pills now, is there some food? Do I hear everything? What’s his face saying to me? That’s just what happens. That’s just it’s just life. Life is me looking at me! When I feel my self feeling happy! The whole world goes inside of me. Now. My God! I’m so happy to be the life. Even though I’m not born yet.

Forever. The last of the first has stopped now. For a while now. Forever. Forever, my little girl, my little girl, always. Oh my God. The last of the first has stopped now. For a while now. Forever.

This may be it. At last, a God-Tier shitpost. One that went unseen but shall be brought to light today. Everyone... I hope you are ready for a story mentioning highschool, diapers, masturbation, Shrek 2, Ocean Man, failing kindergarten and just overall a bunch of homoesque story writing. Shall we grace our eyes with what this troll has provided us? Shall we?

”The Dean of my school tries to have me held back for a stupid reason, so I beat him at his own game.”

Submitted by “Stupid Yeetard” on 9/10/2021 | Removed for Rule 1

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Okay I know the titties sounds bad but please hear me (4820154M) out.

So I am a highschooler about to graduate and my friend (884672772881010476M) Is in my class.

So the other day I was Masturbating in class when he asked me to change his diaper, normally I wouldn't because that shits gay but he then said "No Homo" so I knew it wouldn't be gay this time.

I continued on beating the Old Joe while Changing his Diaper and I ended up cumming in his diaper and the cum went strait into the womb and now he is pregnant.

For this incident I was told that I was going to be held back all the way to kindergarten because I forgor 💀 to say "No Homo".

I then explained to the Dean (4M) of my school that I was going to be a father in about 9 months and I need to graduate.

So the Dean made a deal with him, if I could beat him in a "jack off" I could stay in 12th Grade so I could graduate and achieve my dream of being a below minimum wage Sweat Shop worker.

So I spent all night training for the "Jack Off" contest and I ended up turning my previously black walls to white.

The next day I met the Dean in the gymnasium where the entire school, including my new husband (still No Homo) was there to see our contest.

We started to beat our meat while the vice principal started to play the Shrek 2 cover of "holding out for a hero"... Big mistake because I always play the Shrek ost when Jacking off to motivate myself.

I ended up cumming about 20 seconds after the Dean did, which gave me the victory.

So after I won I was allowed to stay in the 12th grade and me and my friend proceeded to have hot lesbian sex with each other (STILL NO HOMO!!!)

The end...

Ocean man, take me by the hand Lead me to the land that you understand Ocean man, the voyage to the corner of the globe Is a real trip Ocean man, the crust of a tan man imbibed by the sand Soaking up the thirst of the land

Ocean man, can you see through the wonder of amazement At the oberman Ocean man, the crust is elusive when it casts forth To the childlike man Ocean man, the sequence of a life form braised in the sand Soaking up the thirst of the land

Ocean man

Ocean man

Ocean man

Ocean man, take me by the hand Lead me to the land that you understand Ocean man, the voyage to the corner of the globe Is a real trip

Ocean man, the crust of a tan man imbibed by the sand Soaking up the thirst of the land

Ocean man, can you see through the wonder of amazement At the oberman Ocean man, the crust is elusive when it casts forth To the childlike man Ocean man, the sequence of a life form braised in the sand Soaking up the thirst of the land Ocean Man

Today, another legendary bully beatdown story has returned. Except, this time the bully is the teacher. A class of whoop ass is in session so get ready for the smackdown of your life. Middle school edition.

”I beat up my middle school teacher”

Submitted by "IBeatUpMyTeacher" on 9/26/2021 | Removed for Rule 1

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I (24m) recently came back from working 6 months at sea. I visited family and my cousin (12m) has my middle school teacher Mr Wilson. Wilson was a fucking dick. He would call me stupid, make fun of my surname, call me a stupid french redneck (we're from Québec but this happened in Ontario), mock my accent, give me detentions for stupid reasons, blame me for stuff I didn't do etc. I wasn't a class clown or anything, I was really quiet and shy and rarely spoke unless I was spoken to, he just had something out for me.

I guess my cousin is having the same problem. This is the only school in the area and my family can't switch and this teacher has been complained about for years and nothing happens.

I got sick of this so I went over to this Tim Hortons he apparently always goes to after school ends. I waited for him, he leaves and I follow him through a park and nobody is around. I call him out and he asks who I am. I explain and he asks me how I am, I tell him I'm sick of his bullying and I sock him in the face. He falls to the ground and I kick him in the jaw as he tries to get up and I push his face in the mud. I tell him I'll be back if he ever fucks with any of his students again including my cousin.

Well word spread around town about what happened. People are talking about it on Facebook. Apparently some people saw what happened however Wilson is trying to pretend like it didn't happen so he's not pressing charges obviously.

My cousin said he is a lot nicer now and has stopped picking on people so that's good.

Hello! Back again with another rejected story submission. This one is absolutely horrendous. Good luck holding on to your last brain cell while trying to make anything of this.

Honestly, this story has everything going for it. Let's see what we are working with:

Grammar worse than Google Translate? Check.

Plot has more holes than swiss cheese? Check.

Story sounds like it was written by a Reddit bot that was coded by a drunk person? Check.

"Lie to me. Okay enjoy ruin"

Submitted by “OK Addition” on 8/31/2021 | Removed for Rule 1

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Hello all. Please excuse any grammar girl and or spelling Errors. On mobile Also if this is not allowed please delete

OK so a little backstory. Around 2020. Yes I know the dumpster fire of a year for everyone. I started talking to this checking California. She needed help with her business and everything. She gave me an offer that was too good to be true but me being the idiot I was. I took her up on it. I proceeded to sell my house and everything. I was to catch a flight out from an airport to California the next morning. So I decide to stay with my brother. Mind you I sold everything off before I went to the airport obviously. So the cast Me is me obviously The woman is the liar in this whole shebang. Of a roller coaster of a ride Poor guy is the woman’s now ex boyfriend.

So I’ll do my best To recall the events as they happened chronologically No this masterful plan of revenge just came to fruition

So as I said in the prologue. The woman. Told me that he come in California and work for me baby it’ll be fun babes. And me being a dummy I am or I was. I said OK sure. So I spent the full month selling off everything I can. And she said she would take care of the plane ticket I would be out nothing for travel expense. So yeah she was in some red flags but oh well. Anyways I tell my brother hey I’m going to California you mind if I stay at your place I got to catch a plane next morning. He said sure so I go and as soon as she gets confirmation I’m sold everything and I’m off. She goes to me. Doesn’t reply to my text or anything. So I end up staying on my brothers couch. After selling my house and all my belongings. And I have to rebuild my life. So three months go by. And I am starting to get my life back together. She text me out of the blue. Here’s how the conversation went. The Woman. Hey Me. Hey? All you can say is hey after what you did. WTF where did you go what happened. You know I’m staying at my brothers couch?. You know that’s fine for me! What happened? Tell me now! The Woman. So it was all accrual prank. And I just let it go too far and I shouldn’t let it go too far I’m sorry babes please forgive me baby please I feel awful I make it all for human person.

Me. No. The Woman please The Woman again please Woman again please

“ are y’all starting to see a trend here?” Me No. the Woman. I’ll make it up to you. Me. How. The woman 10,000$ Edit I never got that money . Well anyways I get my apart when I get back on my feet. You’re going to feel of how this woman is she’s capital of lying all that. Well if I get in my apartment. Everything’s going good then my job gets shut down because of the pandemic So I go to New York and it was not a fun time. That’s an entirely different submitted that story belongs on maybe later at some point. I don’t know well anyways guess who text me

The woman hey

Me oh joy it’s you. Internally screaming F my life while I’m texting that out

Her I have a boyfriend now

Me congratulations is he your boyfriend will only or did you lie to him and she in kidnap him?

Her you don’t have to be so mean. Oh believe me I’m being quite nice

Well we text back-and-forth. Cuz I got a beautiful little plant hatched in my head when she was texting me. I didn’t say anything door and now we’re going to the revenge

She started texting me back-and-forth about his issues about how her boyfriend was annoying her and everything. And I could’ve just said well that’s not for me and I don’t care. But remember I want to have my sweet revenge. For everything she did to me.

So after a few months of laying on the charm. Night and auto auto in the past year and it’s all good. Oh yeah I was so funny prank you pulled on me ha ha Ha And before you know it she start sending me suggestive photos of her in some sexy lingerie

I screenshot those and keep them. Then she says I really wanna get away from Martin come see you babes. I miss you. I am like well you got a good time to get out here. She’s like yeah

So she start send me nudes. Without me asking she sends them Now I’ve got the first and second part of my revenge. I bring up some of the stress and said you know you really stressed me out sometimes. In the past I said I’m sorry babes. I reply well when you come to New York I can spank you

She said I can’t wait daddy. Now I have it. Now I just have to let her new boyfriend know what exactly she’s doing

And lo and behold he text me. Poor guy. I sent him screenshots in the photos and everything of our conversations you name it. He left her

Now that would be good for regular avenger pro revenge but this is nuclear revenge

It just so happens she had a business that she ran. And she love that business. Now I helped her get that business started. Never asked for anything in return

It just so happens that she would use me sometimes to receive money for her business. Why is she never used a business checking account I don’t know. But it’s quite all right because that works out to my advantage

Now she sent me large sums of money. And those funds were sent back to the original people who sent the money to me and I told him she scamming you. I don’t know why but I think you should keep your money

Now she also had a crypto.com account in my name. That I set up and she could use. I locked her out of that account and closed it out. As I had full authority to do so.

Now take a new account that the money from her investors was sent back to them. That’s around $40,000

Her crypto.com account that she used for business means it had my name and stuff on it which I was fully excepting of that in the beginning. Because I helped her out remember how to get her business. I shut it down. Had a total sum of $325,000. Now because she never got the document she needed that account was frozen. It’s still frozen to this day in this has been about a week since it’s frozen. She just lost her business everything she had is gone. She had to shut down her business it’s ruined. Her relationship is in ruins and now her houses in foreclosure. Her friends and family will not talk to her. Because I managed to let them know what she did to me in 2020. So they know that is wrong of her to do. The bank she was banking with refused to do anything with her now because my information is on the documents and I said I’m not have anything to do with this.

Her lovely Mercedes she just got re-polled

And the bank is going to foreclose on her house in the next month or so.

TLDR You messed my life up. So I destroy your relationship and business

Hello! Sorry for the wait. I didn't mean to hold back your fix of terrible stories but I have been busy over at NR and IRL.

Today's story may just be a God Tier shitpost. And quite literally. Oh, yes! Pull out the notebooks! We will be taking notes on how to pull off the most ideal revenge plan, thanks to Archer and his story. No, not that Archer. This is a splash zone instead.

"Neighbour feud"

Submitted by "Archer" on 7/20/2021 | Removed for Rule 2

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I posted this on another reddit regarding neighbourhood feuds and was told by a couple of people i should post this story here too.... 👍

There was a really quiet meek guy who lived near me and a neighbour would constantly let their dog poo on his front lawn. He tried all the normal things like pepper on the lawn, motion sprinklers, little signs etc etc.

The dog owner didn't care and continued letting his dog poo on the man's lawn.

Then one day, the man was pushed too far..... the next part of the story came from a decorator I know who lives in the same close.

What happened was the guy got so mad he mashed up and liquidised his OWN POO and made a watery enough substance that he put into a super soaker. He followed the man home and then returned in the middle of the night and emptied it through the man's letterbox. The impact splatter hit the walls, hallway, stairs and ceiling and even reached into the kitchen at the end of the hallway.

Apparently the stench was HORRENDOUS 🤮

Here we go again with another little kid's revenge story. I hope you like Pokémon, moldy cheese and nostalgia. As in nostalgia from remembering the time you had before you wasted it on reading this post. Enjoy!

"You BROKE MY DS I WILL GIVE YOU THE CHEESE TOUCH"

Submitted by "Dave Miller" on 6/19/2021 | Removed for Rule 1

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This Happened in 4 Grade I was Obsessed With Jeff Kinney and Dav Pilkey and All of my School Was Also in Love with these Books Plus I Played Tons Of Pokémon on my DS and For Some Reason

But there Was This Kid that Hated Pokémon for Some reason So While i Was Playing Pokemon during Recess This Kid Broke My DS AND my game i was very pissed Off so i Was Planning Revenge

A few Days Passed and i Had a Idea I would Tell the Whole School About How this Kid got the Cheese touch and he has the cheese in his Backpack so I waited for some cheese to Mold (If you dont Know The Cheese Touch Came From Diary of a wimpy kid) So When It got Moldy i Waited for the Right Moment to Put it In his Backpack and I started to Tell Everyone About How This Kid had the Cheese Touch and then they started to Run when they seen this kid and the Kid wondered Why but Some Kid Screamed " YOU HAVE THE CHEESE TOUCH IN YOUR BACKPACK" and I knew this Kid Also had a Cheese Burger for Lunch So he Pulls out something but he Realises the Cheese was Moldy and Everyone screamed and He had The Cheese Touch Up to 7th Grade

Hello! Sorry for the nearly 2 month hiatus but I have been busy with NR and personal work. Today, I bring you another removed revenge post from NR. I hope you like dick neighbors, MDD (Major Depression Disorder), pizza delivery and just an overall "guilty hehe" moment. Because that's what this story is about.

"Day of Redemption"

Submitted by "AToolAddict" on 6/15/2021 | Removed for Rule 2

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I didn't get a vid of it but I'm laughing so hard over & over just thinking about my neighbors hate towards what just happened lmfao. A quick back story of my day is that I just got my Jeep back from a week long visit to the shop yesterday, just to bring it right back to them today for the SAME DAMN PROBLEM >:{} Just to put this piece of shit neighbor I have into perspective some...this mid aged guy & gf live in a one bedroom apt above me & the walls are like paper right. I'm an active person who works & fishes & whatever so I'm always in & out, cleaning, etc. This piece of shit literally never leaves his apt, his gf does (working it seems) & I think she does all the shopping/outside chores & work & everything as far as I can tell. He sits all day, every & basically doesn't move about the apt or take trash out or...he does NOTHING 24/7, 365. I've come to learn he despises ANY NOISE at all whatsoever & whenever I'm home now, he becomes so irritated just by my presence, he follows me room to room & when I sit down in the living room, he goes to his chair & does his full weight down into it, making a very loud THUD. Also, when he knows I'm still sleeping, he stomps down the hallway & flushes the toilet every 30mins, as the bathroom is the closet room to the bedroom in these apts.

Anyway, my day is shit...my neighbor is a psychotic useless shit-bag & I'm someone who has been diagnosed with MDD & have struggled on & off for over a dozen years with that damn negative mindset crap that comes with it. My brother dropped me off at my apt after leaving my Jeep at the shop & as I walked to the door I thought "Dammit, I should've had him drop me at Wendy's (the closet food source) & walk home cuz I didn't set any meat out to cook. Well, it's time to order pizza...& what is one tiny, overlooked & I'm assuming underused feature of the website delivery service?? The special instructions comment baby, oh yeah! An instant light bulb has been lit...I can leave behind the shit...& move into my self medicating for the day in the form of pissing off my stagnant dousche-dick neighbor by simply asking the pizza deliverer... "please knock really loud when you arrive because my neighbor is an absolute dick. Seriously, he's a piece of crap & I'll tip you more if you knock good & loud!"

Now, this may seem somewhat anti-climactic but I assure you, after 2&1/2 years of back & forth everyday "chess" with this psycho who's only entertainment is to stalk & bother me when home, I wanted him to know I can outplay him in ways that include me not making the noise, like I have a platoon of noise warriors delivering (pun intended) an unexpecting attack at any moment. The moment was nearing...I decided on the exact tip amounts going to the delivery person for each outcome & I sat eagerly & ever so hopeful for my food & fine revenge. I hear the screen door pull open with a brief & preparatory pause.......BANG BANG BANG!! "PIZZA DELIVERY HERE!" :))))))) Not only did this young man knock loud, he damn near flailed his fist through my door & announced the attack has arrived. And as I opened my door with a huge, grinchish grin on my face I calmly said, "You came early" As he returned with "Um, I hope that was lou..." & I interrupted "& you came well," handing him a $50, nodding with still, a huge grin ear to ear.

My day was saved...IS saved I should say because as I write these words to you, the grin still lingers & little is any noise happening above me as I drink a cold one & live a redeemed evening amongst a turbulent thing that is life. Have a redeemed evening everyone :)

Since we are currently approaching 6 months since this sub was activated with nearly 5.5k members, I've been wondering what your thoughts on this sub are so far. Is NuclearShame and it's removed shitposts something you want to see continue? I'm asking because lately I haven't really been wanting to continue it.

At first, showing removed posts was in an effort to prove our actions behind removing submissions in NuclearRevenge as well as entertaining those who like ruining their brain with low tier content. But these days it just might be pointless. What do you think? Thanks.

Hello! We're back again with 4 more removed posts from r/NuclearRevenge. Removed like the rest, yes they were. Hmm, garbage ones indeed. But you see, these ones are kind of special. Special as in they would be great for you to waste your eyes on as I have. So, we shall proceed.

Story 22: "friends" and my BF were cyber bullying me, sending my horrible pic (more in the post) without my permission to random people"

Submitted by "Chris" on 3/16/2021 | Removed for Rule 16

So i had these "friends" for like half a year, it all started when Valorant came out and i had closed beta key so i wanted to play it, i asked on one discord server if anyone want to play with me, 2 boys DMed me that they would like to play too, so we played together for the first day, then second and this went for like month, each day we started playing Valorant till 7PM (because we wanted some time for ourselfs) we were really good friends and each day we were in public VC so anyone could join us, and someone did.

we met like 3-4 more people who joined into our call and then we were in VC for like whole day for like a month each day, unfortunately one of them start being more offline, we were okay with it, he had some problems irl so it's normal. at that time i met one boy (7 months older from me) and because we were both gays and we liked each other we get together, it was alright like every relationship we were voice chating alot, we loved each other. then he wanted for some reason picture of me (of course i send him multiple times pictures of myself, but i hate seeing myself so it was really really hard for me to take picture of myself and send it to someone) and i made one horrible pic, i literally hated it, i just didn't like when i saw myself, but because i loved him i sent him that picture, then he sent it to all my friends i was talking about earlier.

of course when i send him that picture he promised me that he won't send it to anyone, and that was my first mistake. Of course he send it to anyone i kned when we broke up, then they (that friends i played valorant with) started making memes of me, from that picture and they were sending it to other server without me knowing anything. then everything started.

at that time i was playing Minecraft alot, so i made some MC server on the newest version (1.16 at that time) on some free hosting, we were playing together, it all went good we were happy, but then they started doing things. like they knew that i would get easily angry from anything, so they started making me angry every time in VC and then they were laughing the shit out when i was angry.

this went on for a really long time, then they went to the next level they started making me angry on public server so i could get warns. then when i just couldn't anymore i said something like this "i hope you all will die on cancer" or something like that, i really hope i could change it and never say that but i was just on the edge and i couldn't anymore, they were literally cyber bullying me for like 3-4 months. then we somehow got together, they realised that they did something wrong, and we started talking again like when we met. but not for so long.

one day, we got banned on server where we met and where we were 24/7 active, i'm not going to explain it here maybe i will make another post about that server somewhere else. so we made our own server and because of things that happened on the last server alot of people from there came to our server, we were okay we had awesome people on our server and everything else, then we opened RP Minecraft server for our discord server, it was paid server from my new BF (i met him like 3-4 months after i broke up with my ex and then somehow we got together), that boy was awesome, i loved him we both were into Game development we loved each other etc etc, then he started talking with this new boy on our discord server, every conversation with them went like this:

TB = that new boy, BF = my BF, Me = Me

TB: i need help with something

Me: with wh-

BF: shush Hunny he asked me for help

then they were talking alot, but then, my BF just started ignoring me for month, he started calling with TB and his friends every single day, he didn't even messaged me or anything for month, then the MC server started and this is some backstory for it:

SS = that friend i played Valorant with on the start

Me and TB make our own city for people, then we made elections for president of that city, SS winned and he was really good president, but then they started again, every single player started literally bullying me again, and then i again had some panic attack, then they exiled me from that city because i was acting weird, and then they said it's for "RP" so i said yes and made my own things, and then i wanted to make some revenge, so i came to that city when no one was online, placed like 10 TNTs and blow little part of that city up (i shouldn't done this but it was for RP and i was like really on the edge)

when they found out conversation went somehow like this:

SS: sends photo of that explosion and pings me WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS, YOU LITTLE A*SHOLE

Me: what ? (i tried to hid that it was me just for the RP)

SS: YOU KNOW WHAT YOU FCKING RTARD

something like this went for really long until my BF (he broke up with me that morning because he said we werent soulmates) send photo of console to him where it was saying something like i blew it up, and then what happened ? i wanted to repair it, but no they took that horrible picture of me and started sending it to every single server, started making memes of it and placed like 5x5 maps of that picture on the MC server, i said them like 50 times in VC and DM to delete that pic and stop using it, no they didn't, then they started making fun of/ cyber bullying me, they were making memes like "POV: you fucked up with the wrong person" and then add that picture to it, the started making fun of me for how i look etc etc, and the only person who i was thinking will be normal (my ex-BF at that time) start making fun of me too (he was saying things like i look beatiful and even on that picture i look awesome etc etc) and then, he started telling everyone things we were talking in our DMs, like when i was a little bit horny and we were talking about how we would have sx etc etc, and literally everyone knew about me things like how big is my Dck and other things, at that point i wanted to kill myself, my BF was co-leader of my discord server, SS was co-leader too, and then i got kicked out from the community on my own server, at this point i wanted to kill them all, and i was really angry i was just like, everyone i liked every single friend was now cyber bullying me and i couldn't do anything.

at this point i wanted to forget everything, so i came up with this idea, i wanted to make new identity, new nickname, new everything, now i'm writing this here because i just wanted to tell it to someone, i will add something new when anything will happen, so bye for now and stay safe guys, and please try to not make friends like this. See you later when i will update this

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Story 23: "Revenge is a dish best served soiled"

Submitted by "Fcuk" on 3/18/2021 | Removed for Rule 2

This is the story about how I found out my girlfriend of over 3 years was cheating on me, and how I went about getting my revenge.

This happened over a year ago, so it’s been good to get it all down, been thinking about it for a while. Certainly feels cathartic and I’ve tried to make it as entertaining as possible, thanks in advance for reading.

I suppose firstly I should start by telling you how I met my girlfriend and what she came to mean to me. I first met Sarah at a yoga class In the summer of 2016. Never in my life did I think I would see myself going to something like that...the silly spandex, the holier-than-thou attitude, the way everyone talked to each other like they were fucking high. It’s not something I ever imagined myself doing but when I hurt my back after falling from a first floor roof at work, I decided to give it a shot on the recommendation of my back masseuse, and found a hall in my city doing beginner yoga classes.

When the day to go came and I walked through the door I instantly stuck out like a sore thumb. Everyone was standing around talking dressed to the nines in their best yoga gear, while I sauntered in wearing bog standard shorts and t-shirt, looking like someone from a cowboy flick walking on to a sci-fi movie set.

I immediately wanted to about turn and leave of course, but the woman doing the class seen the look of pure terror in my eyes and came up to me and said hello. I told her why I was there, and that I didn’t feel very comfortable but she insisted that I should give it a try, as she thought it would help my back problems, and if not, well no harm no foul.

I felt better at that point, and thought fuck it, might as well try and get my money’s worth, even if I do end up looking like a diseased pretzel. It was then that I looked across the room and seen the same look of terror that I had no doubt been portraying...that was Sarah. She had not long found out she had scoliosis, after years of been misdiagnosed, and told that it was all in her head among other things. She was there with her mother, who was with her for emotional support and to see how she got on.

After seeing her I instinctively gravitated towards her in the same way that a drowning person gravitates towards a life ring thrown at them. After the yoga instructor had a chat with her, she shouted me over and said that it was Sarah’s first time too, so maybe we should sit next to one another and give each other a bit of support. I said that was cool with me and she also smiled and nodded so I walked over.

We hit it off right away, my emotions went from a bit of embarrassment, to serious amusement as we both attempted to fit in with the rest of the class. After the class was over, we were still talking away and I felt a genuine connection and butterflies in my stomach, and as we said goodbye we caught each other’s gaze and she smiled at me with a purity that for the first time in my life made me feel weak at the knees.

I wouldn’t have went back in a million years had I not met her, but I decided to go the next week and when I walked in the door, I got those butterflies in my stomach again and was hoping to see her face...but she wasn’t there. As I was sitting there I felt this feeling of pure dredd and was sat thinking what the fuck am I even doing here? I felt this sadness that was hard to describe, it kinda reminded me of when i went to this holiday caravan park when I was about 12 with my gran and cousins and there was this big centre with pool tables and amusements and all that stuff. I remember seeing this girl there every night for a week and I instantly fell in love with her, didn’t say a fucking word to her right enough, but psyched myself up so that I was gonna try speak to her on the last night at the disco, but when we went down she wasn’t there. I’ll never forget that feeling of sadness as we went home, that girl had walked out my life, and she probably didn’t even know she walked into it. I felt the same aching sadness when I didn’t see Sarah. I knew nothing about her, had no way of contacting her, and felt this surreal sadness that was hard to quantify.

About 4 months later I was working on a roof repairing a truss damaged in a storm when we decided to stop for a break, as we made our way back to the van the house owner came out and asked us if we wanted cups of coffee. We accepted and she came out with coffee and biscuits. As soon as I seen this Woman, I just knew her face from somewhere, but couldn’t for the life of me place her. It wasn’t until that night after racking my brains that I realised it was at that yoga hall I had seen her before, and it was Sarah’s mother.

The next day I was back finishing the job and the same thing happened, we stopped for a break, went down towards the van and the woman came out asking if we wanted some coffee. After we finished up I took the cups and biscuit wrappers back and as I was passing them over to her I asked how her daughter was and was she still having back problems? She looked surprised but smiled at me and said yes, then asked how I knew her? I replied that I’d spoke to her at a yoga class months back, she laughed and said she remembered me now. I then gave her a card with my number written on it and asked if she could maybe get her daughter to text me as I wanted to get back in touch with her. Shoot my shot I thought, wish I fucking hadn’t now.

I got a text message that night from Sarah asking how I was and that she had looked for me again at the yoga hall but I wasn’t there. Turned out she had went back the week after me as she thought it was bi-weekly. We met up soon after, really hit it off again and after 8 months she moved in with me. She was funny, smart and sweet as well as being the most uniquely beautiful person I’d ever met. She had a whimsical beauty to her, pointed ears and defined features, she reminded me of a she elf or something, i truly thought I’d found my soul mate.

She had moved in to my home and everything was going great guns. She was on disability and got personal independence payments, and was getting steroid injections for her scoliosis, which along with painkillers and exercises were keeping her pain at bay. We would alternate the cooking, while she done the cleaning, and took care of our cat Mitzi. I was also making good money so we were in a comfortable position financially. When I got back from work we’d always be doing things like going out walks or the like, just always in each other’s company. It was at this point I was seriously contemplating proposing to her.

Things changed around hallowe’en 2019. Our sex life was always very active, but there were times when she occasionally wasn’t up to it, and I was fine with that. We’d work around positions that were comfortable for her due to her back problems, but I’d say in general, she had a high sex drive. Well around October she started complaining a lot about her back hurting more, especially just before the times we’d usually go to bed together. Anytime we did have sex after that, it wasn’t passionate or intense, it felt like we were going through the motions. She started complaining while we were in the middle of it, so at that point I’d stop of course. I started feeling really sexually frustrated, but I was positive that it was just a blip, and that we’d get through it together. Thing is, she seemed fine in other aspects of her life, she seemed happy. The first real red flag for me came in December when she completely stopped showing me affection. She just became cold towards me, she seemed repulsed when I put my arms round her or tried to take her hand. She was the one who was so touchy feely, hands in hair, constant reaffirming touches, kisses and cuddles. When we’d sit on the couch, she’d basically be on top of me. That all completely stopped...didn’t for Mitzi though, yes that’s right I ended up jealous of our cat.

At this point we were in the new year and I suspected her of cheating. She had become downright hostile towards me, i started trying to up my workload around the house but nothing was good enough. I ended up constantly being belittled and walking on eggshells, couldn’t do right for wrong and was starting to become a humourless shell of my witty former self. One night I got a hold of her phone and looked through it...nothing...was clean as a whistle. Wasn’t even any messages from her friends or her mother, which I found weird. Was then that my friend told me that if we were on the same plan then I could check on the carriers website and see all the activity from her phone. We were on the same plan, and I paid for her phone. That night I logged into my BT account, navigated to mobile, then her number, started to sift through and there it was, thousand of texts and calls to this one specific number. It had started six months previous, and it had dates, times and how long the calls were. She’d be speaking to and texting this person for hours and hours while I was at work, deleting everything before I got home, then going cold turkey when I got back.

I googled the number and up came a local garage, one where she had got her car fixed previously. I remembered it taking a while for it to get fixed and her complaining about it a lot, the whole thing was a long drawn out affair, in more ways than one apparently. At this point I was Ice cold, I already had got it into my head she was having an affair, so getting it confirmed was more of a relief than anything else. I wanted to catch her in the act, rather than have her attempt to gaslight me and squirm out of the circumstantial, so I found out everything i could about this guy. I found out where he lived, that he had a young wife and child, found out what car he drove, even walked in asking about prices so I could look this guy in the eye and get a measure of him. His name was Carl with a K.

I knew the affair was physical for lots of reasons, but the fact that their phone calls and texts stopped dead from 1 to 2 each day said to me that was the time they were meeting up. I came up with all sorts of silly plans, to loan my friends car and sit at the end of the street, then wait til she drove out, then follow her to the place she was meeting this guy and jump out the car while they were in the act like surprise motherfucker. There were too many variables in that though, and I’m no private detective. One day I decided to drive by his garage about half one and her car was just sitting there, and the place was locked up, so mystery solved.

I was at this point at the end of my tether, and ready to just tell her that I knew everything and get the fuck out my house, when she asked if she if it would be ok to go away to a spa place for the weekend...Alone. She said she was depressed with everything with her back being so much worse, that this place would be great to help with that with all the things she could do. That she could comeback refreshed and like a new person. She was right about that, cos I didn’t know who the fuck this was standing in front of me anymore.

Obviously she wasn’t going there alone, if she was even going there at all. This would be a dirty weekend away with this guy. I said fine, now I had a new plan, and this would be the last fucking thing I’d do for her. If you’re thinking this is all too much of a kerfuffle, then you’re right obviously, but my position is I wanted revenge, and I wanted to get her back with some style. I didn’t just want to have her cry at and gaslight me for days, then leave on her terms, with me the bad guy. I would be the bad guy but it would be my terms she’d be leaving on alright.

The Friday came and the spa was a hundred or so miles down the road so she decided to get a train. I jokingly asked her if she couldn’t find something more local, umming and ohhing followed til I told her I was only kidding. I got off work a couple of hours early and took her into the train station, despite her protests she would get a taxi, as I wanted to see her off. We drive in and as I’m looking for a place to park you wouldn’t guess who’s car I spot? That’s right Carl with a K. I think fuck it I’m gonna have some fun and make her squirm so I park up directly next to him. They’re right next to each other door to door and she immediately becomes uneasy, not knowing where to look, I’m pretending to look for something trying to draw out the moment and the atmosphere is razor sharp at that point. What happened next genuinely caused me to do something out with my plan. She started to silently giggle. You know when you go to church or someone dies or you go to church cos someone dies and something funny pops into your head? And it becomes mental torture desperately trying to think of something else and stop yourself from laughing maniacally? Well she’s desperately trying not to laugh, I’m pretending not to notice, she’s tapping her hand on her trouser leg and from the corner of my eye I can see him, with his head on the fucking steering wheel. She actually lets out a laugh then quickly disguises it as a cough and starts clearing her throat. I start doing the whole tapping of back thing and I’m just thinking to myself, I can’t wait to get you back. See we all go through life being the butt of the joke at least once, whether it be passive aggressive work colleagues or when you get up and try and do a talk at school with a face redder than the devil himself. But you never expect that shit from people who are supposed to have your back, even if you are conspiring against them at that point!

I helped her into the train station with her things, made sure she had her bearings, said goodbye and walked away. By the time I got out Carl with a K’s car was nowhere to be seen, so i went back home, composed myself and carried out my plan. My plan was simple but effective, I started by having a locksmith come out to change the locks. I then proceeded to pack all of her clothes and belongings into bin bags and put it round the side of the house. On Friday night, with the noise of her laughing at me ringing in my ears I done something I never imagined I could do. I took Mitzi’s litter tray, walked round the side of the house with it, opened the bin bag with Sarah’s belongings in it and threw it in, gave the bag a good shake then tied it up again. The way I seen it at the time was that it’s cause and effect in action, she caused me to effectively put cat shit in with her things.

If you’re thinking I’m an asshole then you’re probably right, I’ll never win any awards for being nicest neighbour on the block. If I don’t like you within 5 minutes of meeting you I probably never will, and the only time I’d ever take out your trash is if you are the trash. If you do break through those barriers though I think I am a loyal caring person, I didn’t do anything to deserve being cheated on, except maybe putting cat litter in with her things but that was after the fact!

I spent the Saturday in a mire of depression, answering her texts with the only energy I could muster, which wasn’t a lot. I complained of a severe headache from a hangover I never had and the texts dwindled. The reality of what was transpiring hit home and for the first time since before new year I took stock of my life, sitting in my swivel armchair with Mitzi in tow like a fucking Bond villain.

Sunday came and I was ready to execute the final part of my plan. Firstly I drove to Carl with a K’s house and put a letter through his door, It was addressed to his wife and basically said in block capitals IMPORTANT CARL WITH A K’S WIFE’S NAME OPEN IMMEDIATELY. Inside it was a letter outlining how her husband was having an affair with my girlfriend, copies of her phone calls and text log, as well as other information like that they were away together this weekend. I put it through the door, rang the doorbell and walked away. Got in my car and drove for a minute then parked up again, then I phoned Sarah. I genuinely can’t remember a lot of what I said to her but it was something along the lines of - me asking how everything was going, she started to gush about how much she enjoyed herself, that she feels like a new woman and that she could maybe see herself doing it a 2 or 3 times a year, you know, to blow off the cobwebs...certainly to blow something. At this point I blurt out, “how’s Carl?” her yapping stops dead, silence fills the air until she finally says “who’s Carl?”...”You know” I reply, “Carl...with a K”.

I then proceeded to tell her that I knew everything, that I’d changed the locks and all her stuff was round the side of the house. Instead of being apologetic she goes on a thunderous diatribe, blaming me for everything, basically stabbing me in the back while complaining that my backbone was blunting her blade. At the end I told her how her stuff smelled of Mitzi’s poo and hung up.

I blocked her number and didn’t see hide nor hair of her until the Wednesday, when I came back from work she was sitting on the door step, all the bags had been moved. I ignored her, walked round the back, let myself in the back door and locked it behind me. Haven’t spoken to her since, although she’s made her attempts, including a letter.

In regards to Karl, I don’t know what happened between him and his wife. I do know that he said it wasn’t personal to a friend of mine. That made me angry, like is that supposed to make it better? Someone saying something isn’t personal just means it isn’t personal to them, it was to me. If someone smashes through your front room in a 4 by 4 obliterating everyone you’ve ever loved is it easier to get over if they didn’t personally mean it? Is it easier to pick up the pieces and put them back together again? No.

I heard that Covid hasn’t been kind to his business though but you won’t catch me shedding no tears for that, unless it’s tears of laughter, that is.

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Story 24: "Broke my supervisors jaw"

Submitted by "Substantial" on 3/19/2021 | Removed for Rule 2

Worked as a temp for the USPS through a temp agency. I had a good grasp of the mutual combat laws of the state and had a method to use them to handle work place disputes.

Grew up in a rough part of Mexico and was taught how to box and move well for somone who is overweight . I had some time (4 months or so) at this position and had always gotten a bad vibe from my direct supervisor for the graveyard shift. Not a killer or a thief just something felt off I tried talking to the guy and tried to make piece

No such luck

So I get a hair up my ass and do a Google search..... This piece of shit is a registered sex offender. WTF how can he have a federal job with a felony?

Few hours later with no sleep after my shift I am speaking with HR. I'm a temp and I tread lightly because I can be laid off for no reason .( temps are treated lower than whale shit) I try to ask to be with a different crew or do something because I can't abide by working with a pedophile.

In fairness I was 19 and did not want to mention I found out he was a registered sex offender so without a good reason I had to stay with my crew.

Can't sleep go for my 12 hour shift and my supervisor confronts me inn the break room. HR told him I tried to go to anothet department. I was not having any out it and slipped him a print out of his ugly puss on the sex offender website . things get heated and he calls me out to a fist fight

👁👄👁

I'm literally drooling at the prospect I accept with some rules to have the mutal combat statues help us

1 remove uniforms

2 lunch hour clocked out

3 off site across street

4 take video from crowd

Like a school yard brawl we meet up take off shirts and I let him swing at me. I'm staying in range letting his blows land on my guard. . .

15 seconds in his arms flailing I stay out of range . .

30 seconds in he breathes hard and tries to grapple . .

45 seconds in he had run out of gas I haven't swung once. . .

60 seconds in I unleash a barrage that leaves him with what I learned later is a fractured orbital , shattered jaw , crush voice box and broken arm from the fall.

I'm enjoying my after glow after waking away and finishing my shift 20 min later sheriff shows up and I get arrested . Keep quiet till jail and being processed / booked I show video of what happened on my mobile phone and provide pedophiles name.

A bunch of cops hung out with me and let me go for " community service " . no charges even got free commissary all I had to do was provide copies of video to cops. I still got fired but damn did it feel good!

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Story 25: "The New bully manager likes to see people beg .. Revenge is coming"

Submitted by "Addy" on 3/19/2021 | Removed for Rule 2

Its gonna be a long one, writing on mobile and english is not my first language, so please be patient

So a bit of background first. I joined a bank and after a few months we had a management change in the division. the new division head brought some of the guys from his previous bank ( usually thats how it works in banks in my country). but the prickle was that he treated the old team members like shit. and his boys were spending time surfing the net and presenting others work to the management as their own.

The issues :-

1. I had an incredible work load which made me to 3-3.5 hours overtime daily without overtime pay
2. my first year with the new boss i got 0 increment, while his boys who joined in last six. months, all got promotions
3. the boss was petty and had a " god complex" , his boys would do apple polishing all day.
4. gave no days off even when i had the flu ( story in r/Maliciouscompliance)
5. he and his boys would. make sure everyone laughed and made fun of any tiny mistake that happened in my work ,( as i had a huge workload i did make a few small mistakes but nothing that caused any loss)
6. they know i got married and had a baby on the way so i couldnt resign, so they went as far as making fun of my personal issues right in front of me.
7. they were simply a gang of assholes.

so this goes on for like a good one and a half year, untill i got a substantial offer from a better bank . ( it was a unique deparment and we have less than 10 banks in my country so other opportunities were hard to. come by)

so one fine 1st of January, got the offer letter for the new job and decided to resign, that same day my yearly performance review was done, as expected it was a shitty one since i was doing " nothing important" so i decided to resign in protest of the bad performance review.

Now its important to know the law in my country to switch banks. in order to join another bank from a new bank you need a release letter from your previous bank, and in order to get your pay from the new bank you need a NOC ( No objection certificate) from your previous bank. normally the banks give NOC a month after your last working day, its done to see if you have any things hiding in your desk that might be fraud of stealing money ( yes that happens a lot ) that way you can be forced to come back to your previous employer to settle the irregularities.

Also legally you have to give a 3 months notice period, but in practice a month is given and the next two months are waived, depending how senior your position is. ( mine was not)

so here is my boss final piss. he says I have to do the whole 3 months because the work i was doing was very technical and needed longer to be learned by the guys in the team. but my last two yearly performance reviews said i was not doing anything important 😂

Also i had a staff loan that had an outstanding about of just 20% of my basic salary, So my manager told me becuase of the policy ( which i missed in fine print in HR manual) I would not be paid monthly salary but at the end of my three months notice period i would be paid all my outstanding dues minues the loan amount whih was just peanuts 🥜

now my pro revenge ensues ... Firstly i had told my new employer that i would be joining after three months and they agreed, so I was good on that. I had savings so i could wait out the three months but it would be very difficult for me to manage.

Suddenly the boss and his boys started joking about me not getting pay and being a begger. they woud put their change coins on my workstation and tell its charity.

So they want to see me beg ? they shall see me beg

i went to my boss, told him a story and asked him for some cash ( faked some tears as well). did the same to each of his boys. since they all had god complex, seeing me beg for money stroked their egos and they gave me cash to help me out since " i was broke and had no money for my sons milk and diapers". it was done with a condition not to tell anyone please.

it took them two weeks to tell each other that i was begging for money from each of them and they all gave me. collectively i had borrowed 2 months of my salary from the boss and his boys. by this time i had already done one month of notice period.

So since it was just cash given by one person to another in a closed cabin room or outside the bank, there was no paper proof that i had borrowed money. ( given the shitty law and order situation in my country, they couldnt recover the money from me anyway else)

The boss smelled the a revenge brewing, as he understood what i was doing. all of a sudden the boss and his boys were nice to me, the jokes stopped and they finally assigned three guys to take over my work.

But my revenge had already started, i would come to the office around 11:00 A.M and leave around 3:00 P.M instead of the usual 9 AM-6PM hours. suddenly i had an amnesia attack and wasnt much help for the guys taking over my work. so they had to go through trial and error , which impacted operations and got them slack from management.

My boss realizing that since i owed them money which they cant recover if i am pissed or fired.. decided to let me leave the bank immediately. so the HR was told to Release me on urgent basis, in their hurry, they made a fatal mistake.

the next day hr manager called me in handed over my release letter and NOC at the same time along with all the money i was owed ( provident fund etc.)

in short i was free to join the new bank and even get paid ☺️. so the previous bank cannot calim anything to me now. plus i had more than enough money in my account.

So after the usual "best of luck" and "all the best" on my final day at work, the manager said you owe xxxx amount to me and the boys it would be nice if you can transfer that amount to his account and he will distribute it with the boys.

My reply was "What money ?"

i proceeded to join the new bank and lived happily ever after

i got a lot of calls and treats from the boss and his boys.. but fuck.em... as extra rubbing i kept the amount i owed them in my account in the same bank.

later i was told by a friend still working there that every morning they would come to work, pull up my account balance, see their money sitting there, gave a few bad words to me .. and carry on with their daily work

its been 6 years now, the money is still there and i made sure the account is active

TL;DR The Boss and his boys like to see me beg .. i will let him unofficially pay me more than usual, while screwing over his operations, and leave for the new job early

Hello! We're back again with 4 more removed posts from r/NuclearRevenge. Just when we thought we couldn't get enough of users wasting our post inbox with their shitposts, they return to bless us with more. How gracious! So now I get to pass these gems on to you. Enjoy.

Story 18: "Girlfriend that cheated on me got what she deserved"

Submitted by "Dick" on 3/4/2021 | Removed for Rule 1

Disclaimer: None of these names are real lol

So this happened a year ago but whatever.

Me(M27) and Stacy(F27) had been friends since kindergarten, but when we got into highschool, things started to change. Stacy was quickly becoming one of the popular girls. She had longy blonde hair and blue eyes with tan skin. I was a geeky nerd and didn't have many friends. I wore glasses, and played Video-Games and watched Anime all day. Although it seemed unlikely, Taylor and mine bond stayed strong throughout all of highschool. I had troubles dealing with bullies, and one day, it was really bad. Let's call the bully Kevin. Kevin was pushing me into lockers, hitting me, and he even broke my glasses. Luckily, Stacy was nearby, and she stepped in. From there on, I saw something different in Stacy. I started to develop a crush on her. In 12th grade, I was full on in love. And when homecoming came around, I mustered enough confidence to ask her out. You see, I had issues with asking people out and trusting them. This was because, in 10th grade, I was in a relationship with a girl, but she cheated on me because I was too ugly for her. But with Stacy, I felt confident that she was different. She wasn't like the others. She was kind, and saw me for the person I was, and didn't judge me for my looks. Through a miracle, she said yes and after that night, we got into a relationship. When high school was over, I went to college to study IT and Stacy started working as a barista at Starbucks. Our relationship was blooming, and we made plans to move in together. I was so happy with my relationship, and I genuinely loved her. I had been saving up money and bought an expensive diamond ring. I wanted to propose to her on our 4th anniversary. I know that it was early on and it was too quick, but I knew she was the right woman for me. Atleast I thought so. Because I was so in love with her, I couldn't tell that she was changing. She straight up refused to have sex with me, saying that she didn't 'feel like it'. When I first noticed these red flags, I thought nothing of it. Then she started to keep her phone to herself and getting more secretive. During dinner, she was less talkative. She said it was because of her friend who had recently died, but I didn't buy it. We got into arguments more often. She didn't do the dishes one time, and didn't wash the clothes sometimes too. When I confronted her, she told I was 'delusional', 'insecure' and 'immature'. When I told her that I knew that she was hiding something, and that I would find out what, she stormed out of our apartment, blocked me on all social media accounts I had, and stayed over at her MALE friends house. Let's call him Chad. After a while, everything calmed down, and I picked her up at Chad's house, so she could come back home. When I arrived at his house, I noticed through a window that she was hugging him, and whispered something in his ear. I was FURIOUS. I knew she had always been close to this friend, but THIS? At this point, I knew the two had something going on. When she stepped outside, I put on a calm facade, and even fake apologised to her. When I tried to kiss her, though, she sort of just awkwardly stood there. Through the same window I had seen the two hugging, Chad was now staring at me angrily, because I was kissing his lover. During the car ride home, Stacy said nothing. At home, she went to her room without saying anything. I knew I had to exact revenge upon her. I was close to finishing to my IT degree, and when I finished it, I got into a high paying job as a Software developer for PlayStation, due to my love of videogames. I was now out earning Stacy by a lot. After two years with the job, I was able to buy us a nice little house at the young age of 26. That was a year ago. Now, the revenge started. I was showering Stacy with gifts, and was replacing all of her personal belongings with new ones by me. She was still being quiet and secretive, but atleast we were having sex again, although she didn't seem to get any enjoyment out of it. I guess my dick was too smal for her after her pussy was so worn-out from all that monster cock of her friend's🤷🏻‍♂️? That was good though, I didn't want her to have any enjoyment from anything. When all of her personal belongings were replaced by new things from me, my plan got rolling. At this point, she was practically depending on me. I even got to convince her to quit her job as a barista. I was deadset on ruining her life. So I did. I sold my house, and moved to a different state. Because technically, everything Stacy possessed was mine, I took it all with me

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Story 19: "Interesting story"

Submitted by "Cozy" on 3/7/2021 | Removed for Rule 2

So here's the deal. I dont know if this is considered NUCLEAR revenge, but here it goes. I'm a 17 year old with autism, my mother has always hesitated to let me get a job. I'm an extremely hard worker, so upset me because I want a job. But not only am I a hard worker, I have a "different" way of thinking. When I was younger I'd take things apart and turn them into these complex contraptions that would fascinate my grandmother, but not my mom. This taught me to understand the inner mechanics of the broken fans, radios, etc. Just a couple of years ago I noticed this "brownish red wire" when I cut a wire. Apparently it was COPPER! so back to the point. My room is unusually clean, but under my bed I have a massive, and I mean colossal, operation of stripping copper underway. Like I mean expensive tools, led lights, and its honestly amazing. I have a blowtorch and I'm saving up for some ingot molds.

TL;DR: My mom hasn't let me get a job, so I started a massive copper stripping operation under my bed.

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Story 20: "How i get back at cheaters"

Submitted by "SCP" on 3/12/2021 | Removed for 1

I figured out that my GF was cheating on me with 2 diffrent guys. So what i did was, i put hot sauce and itch powder in her body-wash so now everytime she itches herself it burns as well. And also buried all the jewelry i bought her.

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Story 21: "This is what I’m capable of if I want to"

Submitted by "Artemis" on 3/14/2021 | Removed for Rule 1

This is way too complicated to just write in a paragraph or 2 plus I’m not sure how long this will stay up. This is a true story and keep in mind it was done out of revenge yes however I could’ve done something like this or worse.

So someone had been bullying me for 2 years in middle school and pretty harshly as well, so I needed payback and revenge of the highest caliber. I wanted him not just hurt but to suffer I needed to DESTROY him, and this plan took a couple months I will try to do the steps in separate parts.

Part. 1: for a couple months I had been stalking him and learning all I could through the grapevine (his friends and enemies) and using my friends and enemies I learned a few key things. 1: His family had an enemy who was basically acted as if he didn’t exist anymore (a whole other story) so he was hurt by them and i could use this. 2: There was a small period in the coming month where his house wouldn’t be insured properly. 3: The only thing he seemed to care about was his dog.

Part. 2: I got a bunch of my friends to agree to kidnap some dogs in the area near his house. I told them that this was because we could make easy reward money which was technically true just not my personal intentions. We earned a couple hundred bucks and made sure to avoid his house, eventually he got scared exactly as I truly planned and started keeping his dog inside all night and any time his family wasn’t home.

Part. 3: I used my share of the profits to pay off and learn the last little bit of information. It started by learning when during that grace period he and his family wouldn’t be home after learning this I manipulated a few people to convince their family enemy to get revenge. Finally I placed everything in the right spot.

Part. 4: What happened next is not for the faint of heart but it was oh so worth it. This enemy of theirs decided the best way to get revenge was to burn the house down (which is exactly what I “persuaded” him to do) and so he went there when the family was out and torched it. Burnt to the ground and his dog? Dead! His possessions? Destroyed! The house itself? Uninsured so they would have to build everything from the ground up no help whatsoever.

Part. 5: finally when he showed up to school the next day he was a wreck crying and all sorts of things. His friends consoled him I played ignorant but I knew what happened, after a while he quit school and resorted to hardcore drugs. He got into a fight with his parents and was kicked out and a couple years later he became a prostitute for drugs. His life was completely destroyed and no one not even him thought it was me or that I had anything to do with it when in reality I planned the whole goddamn thing and although I didn’t do it directly I still did it.

Finale: he learned 3 things (again he never knew it was me but he still learned) 1: “Karma” will always come back and bite you 2: “Good” triumphs over evil and 3: His life was worth a lot less compared to mine as I was more successful than him.

So as a quick heads up, this story is not the usual removed post from r/NuclearRevenge but rather a personal story of mine. This story is one that I posted in a couple of confession subreddits only to be ignored. And being this story contains bit of self shame for my foolish actions in life, I decided to post it here. Just so you know, this story is pretty long. So prepare for that. Thanks! TLDR at the bottom.

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So as a quick heads up, this story is pretty long. So prepare for that. Thanks!

As the title implies, I have a period of my life in particular that I want to talk about. Primarily, my late teen years. The most foolish years of my life. But I will include some things about my current self as well.

So, let's start off with the teen years. I know that for a lot of people these times can be very troublesome. It's the point in our lives where we are trying to figure things out. We try to find ourselves. And a lot of us may have ended up thinking we found ourselves within a friend circle of bad influence.

There are many bad influences that one can trade their innocence for. But the main two are drugs and other crime. Many get into drugs because their peers did. Fortunately, I never got into any drugs. Unless, you consider Marijuana to be a drug. I've used it several times over the years. Overall, not really that much. And that's not the fault that I'd like to shed light on today.

Instead, I was one who got into commiting foolish crimes with friends. That of which were vandalism, theft, and burglary. Honestly, I'm grateful to have not made a habit out of it as I only did those things once or twice. I eventually gave up that life when I somehow dodged a bullet twice.

The first instance was actually a bit of a close call. We weren't even up to anything mischievous. What happened was, me and my two best friends at the time (S and M) had resorted to hiding in the middle of a shallow, overgrown pond to hide from a cop that was responding to call on us. Somehow, we managed to escape that mess. Just what exactly were we getting into this time? Why were we hiding from a cop if we weren't up to no good that time?

Well, this is the funny part of this story. We were actually just out having fun playing airsoft since we were really into it back then. Well, minus the fact that we were foolishly running around the neighborhood at night with realistic looking guns.

And by neighborhood, I mean the streets, woods and even fields near schools and residential areas. Not going to lie, it was really fun. But hella stupid. We almost got caught for being excited idiots with airsoft guns rather than any time we actually went out to do a crime. Perhaps we may have broken the law that night but we really did not intend to.

This event took place early in our senior year which was when both of them quit airsoft due to personal reasons. M had lost interest in it after S quit when he decided to enlist in the Army National Guard at 17 and when I ended up being transferred over to an alternative school after winter break due to my lack of effort. I was on good behavior but I had terrible grades and had failed several classes the previous school years.

This is where I lost contact with S and M for years to come. Despite knowing them for nearly a decade, airsoft was the only thing that kept my friendship with them going for as long as it did. When that fell apart, so did the friendship. The same followed between them.

Despite that piece of my life coming to an end, transferring to the other school was a good choice because it was much easier. So I was finally getting passing grades. At the end of that school year, both S and M graduated on time. But despite my good grades, I still had some credits to make up so I didn't graduate that summer.

I even turned down summer school since I didn't want to do it a third year in a row. I wanted to have a summer break since I was going to restart my senior year anyways. And I ended up playing one more airsoft match that summer before finally quitting.

Fast forwarding to fall that year, I restarted my senior year at a different highschool. I ended up finishing my credits and graduating after 5 months. That super senior year was actually the best school year of my life. The setting was nice. It was actually a Technical College with a highschool program. The students and teachers were much better there. The food was fantastic since they had chefs there. That school is also where I met my current friend (of 5 years now). Those were some good times. So I don't regret being a super senior.

Now, here is where I will tell you how I dodged a bullet the second time. Later that spring a few of my other friends were caught in the act of snooping around cars to steal out of. I participated in that one time. But I wasn't there that time.

None of them were adults and they hadn't managed to steal anything yet so they got off lightly. That's one hell of a second chance. On the other hand, I was 18 at the time. Me being a few years older than them, I may have not gotten that second chance if I had been there that time. This is what woke me up.

After seeing that happen, I decided that I wasn't going to do any more foolish crimes. I haven't since then and I don't plan on doing that again. I've already had my share of "fun" so I'm good.

And by "fun" I mean the idea of getting into trouble before you turn 18. Except, I was foolish enough to do all of this at 18. My list of crimes may be short. But I would've been put away for many years if I had been caught for them. Luckily, my life in the free world moved on.

The following summer, I got my first job with a construction company. But it wasn't a consistent job. I worked with them on and off for 2 years before finally being laid off during the winter. That company went out of business.

Then, one day in the late summer, I saw on Facebook that my old friend S made a post announcing that him and his highschool girlfriend were having a baby. And since we hadn't talked after I transferred to the other school back then, I decided to send him a congratulations message. We did a little bit of catching up on each other's lives.

The update was that he was close to finishing his 4 year contract in the Army (that's how long we were disconnected). In the meantime he was working as a restaurant manager while living with his girlfriend and two pet Shepherds in their own house. He was doing way better than me and M and probably still is.

Speaking of M, we had just gotten back in touch around that time as well. I happened to be down in Missouri visiting my mom when he reached out to me. It was great to hear from him again considering I hadn't spoken to him in years. But 5 months after that trip, M decided we should hang out and smoke weed. I was down for it. I wanted to hang out with my friend again.

So he picks me up from house and tells me that we're going to walk down the park trail near his house and smoke. I was thrown off by this since I thought we would be smoking in the privacy of his home. That's when I realized he had the weed in the car. Ok, I know I've done some dumb things in my life but having weed and a bowl in your car is not a smart move.

Anyways, I brush it off and everything was fine. We walked down the trail and tooks hits back and forth. Admittedly, I took long ass huffs that shocked him too. He said he's never done that before. Needless to say, that was the first time I ever laughed and choked at the same time...on a park trail in the middle of the winter. Yep...

Once we were done, he drove me back home. Actually, not quite. Like out of some movie with idiots hiding something illegal in their car, we got pulled over right in front of my neighbor’s house. At that moment, I was "unbrush" off his error of transporting weed in the car that I had excused earlier that night. But it got even worse. The cop told him that he had pulled us over because... ok get this, his license plate tabs had been expired for 3 months.

Oh, my goodness. Ok. Listen. I know I've done some dumb things in my life but having weed and a bowl in your car with expired license plate tabs is a moronic move to checkmate any competition if this were to become a game.

Despite all of this, by the grace of something out there the cop gave him a warning and let him go. Perhaps the fact we smoked outside in the cold weather helped mask the scent of weed. Maybe, he just didn't care. Doesn't matter though. Either way, we made it out of that mess. I did shame him a bit later for that mistake as well. I made sure he knew he was hella stupid for that.

Now, the timeline I'm setting here is going to take a temporary detour to give further context of the next bad choice I made later on. Remember, I said M reached out to me when I was down in Missouri visiting my mom prior to our hangout? I want to explain the reason I did that.

It was due to her being diagnosed with cancer. I got the news from my sister and I was invited to go on a trip with her and our grandparents to go visit my mom in the hospital. And being I hadn't seen either of these 4 people in about 10 years, I agreed.

Unfortunately, they were never really a part of my life, especially my mom. My dad had a restraining order placed on her for being abusive. And then she just disappeared. But I don't hold it against her. She was only about 19 when I was born. I wouldn't expect her to know how to raise a kid anyways. I was just glad to see my family again. But that visit was the last time I saw my mom cause she passed a little over a year later.

And I had a bit of an eerie experience leading up to that day. Here came the next bad choice I made. The way it went was that the night before she passed (23 months after the visit), I was at my brother's house for a super bowl party. The game ended but we all hung around, getting drunk while playing Cards Against Humanity of all games. By the way, I was of legal drinking age. And I believe I had 5 shots or so. I'm a lightweight guy so I was pretty wasted.

The early morning rolls in. I had barely slept at all. I was just staring at the ceiling, thinking to myself. I realized that I hadn't spoken to my mom in a few months. I was going to send her a message but I decided against it due to me recovering from my drunken party the night before.

But that wasn't the only thought that crossed my mind. I had this strange feeling that if I tried to contact her, I would get a reply from her number that she had already passed. But no, she hadn't yet.

Because it was actually the next morning she had passed. Or at least that's when they pronounced her dead. In other words, she was pretty much already gone before then. There was no way I would've gotten a reply from her.

But those details are aside the point. The main thing I want to point out from this is that I was being irresponsible again by allowing myself to become heavily intoxicated. It was fun but foolish. But I also made the mistake of not talking to her for months before she passed. And I don't recall if I ever told her that I love her. Bummer.

Those foolish choices are proof that even though I left my very irresponsible teen self behind, I still struggle with that bad side of me. Which means I may never be able to fully stop making bad choices. But I'll try to do better. I'm certainly not out committing crimes anymore because I wisened up a bit. I learned someone else's lesson so I didn't have to learn the hard way.

That is pretty much the extent of my faults as a teen and even a bit later on as well. A few dishonorable mentions would be the fact that I was also entitled and judgemental throughout my teen years as well. I have definitely hurt several people's feelings over the years. I even threw away a friendship of two years over an argument between our opinions.

That person reached out to me again several months later and I just ignored them. But honestly, at that point it was for the better of both of us to go our own ways. They too had personal issues of their own and a mix of us two would be rather bad.

Nowadays, I'm a lot different. I just focus on working and slowly building myself up as opposed to finding friends and relationships. I've decided to dedicate the rest of my mid to late 20's to this rather than trying to be young and live carelessly with others like I used to.

Not only will I be way ahead by the time I hit 30 with this mindset but that also allows me to stay away from the bad influences that had corrupted me long ago.

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If you have made it this far. Thank you for reading.

TLDR:

As a late teen many years ago, I had committed some crimes such as theft, vandalism and even burglary. Luckily, I was never caught. I also made social mistakes that ended up hurting people's feelings and even ended my friendship. But I have changed since then and just focus on working and slowly building myself up.

Well, well, well. If it isn't more removed shitposts from r/NuclearRevenge. We've been seeing a trend lately. One where users quickly type up a one paragraph story with hardly any thought put into it and then send it to us for review. In fact, I have 4 new ones for you. All here in one mega shitpost. I mean, might as well. So this will be the current format from now on.

Story 14: "Disrespect me Alive and Ill disrespect you in Death"

Submitted by "Heavy" on 2/24/2021 | Removed for Rule 2

I(M25) used to have a friend who i thought was my homie going on 10 years of friendship. I had finally found the woman of my dreams. Im mean the whole package shit I still believe shes too good for me. Long story short, me and said friend went out for drinks one time. We having a good time and in a drunken stupor he looks at me and says" if you and your ole lady broke up i was gonna try to fuck". You can only imagine the bewildered look my face. Luckily both me and my SO arent personally fond ourselves of sexual interracial relations, so ion have to fear"pink meat"entering or coming close to her. It hit me no wonder your GF is always tryna flirt with her cause BOTH of you want her. I felt massively betrayed. A few moths later he dies for whatever reason i forgot. I was invited to his funeral. I have never gotten over the disrespect. When I was alone looking at him in his casket i spit in his face and shoved the gum I was chewing in his nose. Then when his girl hit my SO up for comfort I had her ass beat to the point she couldnt work which resulted in her losing the apt they had together and living with her parents. I know a lot of people will find me disgusting but fuck it this was the woman I loved not one of my hoes, flings, etc. I feel no remorse at all. Tbh if I could I would do it all over again

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Story 15: "HOA Karen has been complaining about me and slut shaming me to my neighbors since I moved in."

Submitted by "OTF" on 2/25/2021 | Removed for Rule 2

We’ll call her Karen, because she is the supreme galactic empress of all Karens. HOA board member Karen has been complaining about my Tinder visitors to her group of gossipy friends ever since I moved in. She has a major problem with “strangers” visiting me at odd hours of the day, and especially at night. She fears they could be vandals or robbers and has openly tried to change visitor rules so that guys can’t visit me in the middle of the night (her effort failed spectacularly).

Back in December, I found out she roped the building concierge, who is friendly with her, into her petty schemes directed at me. She asked our concierge to write down the number of visitors I have per week, so she can gossip/complain about the volume of visitors I’m inviting through the lobby. Who does that?!

Admittedly, I was livid beyond logic when I found out. While there was nothing I could do about her arrangement with the concierge, there was something I could do about her.

I started some innocent flirting with her husband. It started with some run-ins at the gym and mail room, with giggles and such. Then texting. Then sexting. This morning, while HOA Karen was away, I gave him the sloppiest, nastiest blow job he has ever had. And he loved it.

He just texted me an hour ago, asking for seconds. Boom, success.

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Story 16: "Pranking the prankster"

Submitted by "Karen" on 2/26/2021 | Removed for Rule 2

My dad has always been the joker in the family. He would set up huge evil pranks then if he succeeded he would make fun of you for the longest time. Two days ago he told me to take the trash out he hid and scared the crap out of me, as much as I hate to admit it I jumped like a little girl. He was just laughing in face and it made me incredibly mad. Later on I was in my room thinking of a way to get revenge and again he scared the crap out of me. At that point I was completely done, and then I came up with the funniest revenge ever. He usually keeps water by his nightstand so I started by taking that while he was sleeping, then I put pure cinnamon in his mouth, sprayed ketchup on his face and then doused him with fart spray. I was on the floor dying at that point and then he ran to his bathroom little did he know i put saran wrap in the doorway he ran into it and fell. I was starting to get cramps in my sides and running out of breath. He jumped in the shower and was fine. Currently I can’t look at him without laughing and he still won’t talk to me. I’m secretly afraid that he might be planning something huge but for now I’m basking in my glory

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Story 17: "Never. Touch. My. Sister."

Submitted by "Zalon" on 3/2/2021 | Removed for Rules 1 & 7

Some background, I was sixteen at the time my sister was thirteen, The villains of this story are douchebag DB, and ass hat AH. Also I was a boxer for my high school team at the time you can imagine where this is going.

One week I had noticed that my sister had been coming home from school crying everyday and refused to tell me why, eventually I managed to get her to tell me. DB and AH had been molesting her after she got off the bus everyday, I. Was. FUMING. but I knew I had to be patient. The next week I waited at the bus stop and sure enough it happened they pinned her to the ground and forced her. I was choking on my own rage. I called up a few of my gang contacts and told them to get ready to nearly kill a guy. The next day we waited for them and right as they were dragging her off, we pounced. I tackled one of the AH and my gang buddies berated DB I was seeing red, I pounded his face in until I felt blood, after that I proceeded to grab my baseball pat and slam it into his balls over and over again. Eventually the cops were called and me and some of my friends were arrested. I was sentenced to two years in juvey for assault. The guards and other "delinquents" heard what I had done and I was treated like a hero. I spent six months in juvey before being released. DB had several broken ribs, and a broken leg, AH wasn't so lucky, he had a broken jaw, nose, and legs. One of his ribs punctured his skin and had two other broken ones. He also had to get surgery done on his face to look somewhat like he used to.

"taste that revenge"

Submitted by "Alight" on 2/20/2021 | Removed for Rule 2

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Posted this in Prorevenge but think it might be more suited to here! The acronym for the name is what everyone called him and is part of the revenge so I hope you'll let it go.

Back in the late 80's at Uni 1 of my friends thought up a stupid game to play on a night out clubbing. Each person in our group got given a random line from Kevin Bloody Wilson's song " Do you fuck on first dates" and we had to use it as the first thing we said to a random woman in the club. Penalty for not doing it was to buy everyone else a shot.

Stupid, childish and disrespectful game I know and it went as well as you can imagine. My line was easy, I got the title of the song and the response I got was good... " yeah, just not with someone as ugly as you" :d perfect response and just what I deserved.

As the night wore on everyone was shot down, I think there was more than 1 slap given and we drunkenly partied away waiting to see if anyone would be buying shots.

Introducing AJ, (that's not breaking the initials rule, it's what everyone called him and is part o the revenge). Tall, athletic, good looking and came from a wealthy family, it showed in his dress and manner ( i.e. arrogant prick with expensive clothes). I can't really remember why he was part of out gang since not many people liked him.

AJ got the line " my face is leaving in 1/4 of an hour I'd like you to be on it"

The woman AJ chose to use his line on was really cute, looked much older than us and was dancing in a mixed sex group. We watched him trot over to deliver his line ( personally I was hoping one of the blokes would take offence and punch him ) but total shock, he got a laughing response and she started dancing with him!!!

Fast forward a bit and he's still dancing with her and seems to be getting on really well ( curses!) when suddenly he's back with us laughing his head off. He tells us he felt her arm and she had a wooden arm and would hate to get a splinter from a hand job... we look over and see the group comforting the crying woman so I'm guessing his leaving her was done with the same callousness.

Unexpectedly the guys in the group didn't come seek revenge and we carried on dancing and partying.

Fast forward a bit more and a woman comes over to our group and starts dirty dancing with AJ, no words spoken just really focused on him... she reached up and pulled him in for a kiss and suddenly AJ jumped back then vomited on the floor!! Bouncers were straight in and kicked him out of the club as the woman walked away laughing.

Next day AJ just said he'd drank too much and it was the alcohol which we all believed until several days later when one of our group heard someone call him BJ and the real story came out.

The sexy stranger was best friends with the woman with a prosthetic, was in the same faculty as AJ so had seen him about, her revenge was to pop off with her BF to the toilets and orally pleasure him. She then kept the "evidence" , danced with AJ and in the kiss delivered her revenge!

The story of course spread like wildfire and AJ was christened BJ from then onwards LOL.

BJ on the extreme off-chance you read this... you were a cunt and deserved it!

Oh, hey! In case you were starting to get bored, I have story 12 for ya. Now take 12 and minus 4, that's the age of the villain in this story. Dun dun dun! Here it is:

"Harass my comrades on discord and say goodbye to ur stuff"

Submitted by "Epic" on 2/10/2021 | Removed for Rule 2

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So earlier today on discord there was this random person who joined the server, i say the normal stuff I say but then this random person who i was just greeting started going crazy and targeting me (might me somebody who hates me idk) so i start messaging him in dm's just asking him not to harass me and i was just greeting him, he then proceeds to what it feels like a hour of him using any swearword he could use. I just politely ask him to stop he then proceeds to call me the N-word (he did this almost any chance he can after i asked him to stop) so i ask if he could join a VC to sort things out. He did agree too it and hop in a VC but the moment i tried to speak he instantaneously starts yelling. He was throwing the n-word out left and right and then starts pinging everyone is the server so i ban him. he then complains in the VC that he did nothing wrong he is also in another server I'm also in but neither of us are admins so i just have to sit through his bullshit in that server he continues in discord VC for about an hour (also this kid said he was 14 but i just knew from his voice alone he was a 8 yr old ) now, we get to the good part. so after a while of arguing he turns on his camera and he was infect i fucking 8 yr old as i keep telling him not to harass ppl on discord but he keeps doing in. now I'm kind of pissed off at him so i very VERY politely tell him that i will grab a fire poker and heat it up and then slam it against his balls until he stops crying and other shit he then proceeds to try and flex on me with his gaming pc. so then all i did was ask that he gives me his pc email (you will see why later :) ) he says no. so i do what anybody would do... i pulled up his IP address and made him cry (yes i know he is a little kids but he has thins coming ) so he gives me his email and the first thing i do is sigh up to a lot aft gay porn sights (probably should have mentioned this kids is homophobic) he then starts getting the emails one by one and for the finishing touch i sent him a email virus bomb that would fully corrupt and destroy the files and computer he had. ill never forget his last words "what is my pc doing?"

Alas, another terrible story has arrived. This one is more relaxed of a story. Or should I say, laxed? I think it's baking time but today we are making one shitty shit inducing recipe. Then serving it to the big bad bully. This is the biography of Bowel Boy. Here we go!

"Pick on me as a kid.....get your just desserts. Pun intended."

Submitted by "Sam" on 1/17/2021 | Removed for Rule 2

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Revenge is a dish served cold. Or in this case, gassy and stinky.

The cast - Me - Me

DH - Dick Head bully

DH2 - Dick Head bully's friend, who won't show up until later.

B1, B2, B3 - my brothers

Here it goes. I'm a woman and now in my 40s, but this started in grade school. I was bullied. The main instigator was a boy in my grade. You name it, he did it...he tripped me when I was walking down the hallway, my arms filled with books. He'd push me from behind when we were outside at recess, causing me to have countless skinned knees over the years. This was a Catholic school, so my uniform was a white shirt and skirt. Bare knees meeting pavement was not fun. My parents had many conversations with the principal and teacher, and they said they'd "keep an eye on him," but nothing was done - not much could be done.

He pulled out my chair just as I was about to sit down, resulting in a broken tailbone that still bothers me to this day. He'd shove me against the lockers in the hallway. When I was in the 5th grade I got braces on my teeth, and a stream of insults and name calling followed - "train tracks," "tinsel teeth," "metal mouth..." you get the picture.

One day, rather than my mom picking me up from school so I wouldn't have to wait for the bus with this guy, three of my brothers met me. They were ten and twelve (the 12 year olds were are twins) when I was born, and they didn't like how their little sister was treated. As the teachers left for the day and the parking lot soon emptied out, B3, who at the time was almost 20 called over DH, looked around - this was long before camera were everywhere - grabbed him by the neck and threw him against the car. I didn't hear what was said, but B3 and DH were nose to nose. DH's face turned red as B3 was whispering to him, and he was slowly nodding his head. When it was over, DH walked over to me, a wet spot in front of his pants from where he pissed himself, and apologized.

Everything was okay for a while, until DH started up again. The school administration did nothing, and since it was Catholic school, there was no school board to complain to.

After what seemed like forever, I graduated from 8th grade, and was free. He lived a few towns over, and I went to an all girl high school. I was free and never happier.

Fast forward to college. Guess who was there.

The dorm was quite large, and the female and male students lived on different floors. DH had put on muscle and seemed to be a foot taller. I've always been five feet tall and thin. I informed campus security about the past, and they said they'd keep an eye on him, but unless he does something, they couldn't do anything.

B1, B2 and B3 all taught me how to throw a punch, and I had a canister of pepper spray in my pocket at all times. I became good friends with my roommate and a few of the girls who lived on my floor. Some dated some of the guys on DH's floor. I was an hour away from home and the security of my Army Veteran dad, but it seemed to be better. Although I never let my guard down, I thought DH and I could exist in the same universe, graduate together, and never see each other again.

Wrong.

Soon, DH was back to his old tricks. He'd knock my books out of my hand as I walked down the hallway. He made a friend, who laughed at DH's antics. Soon, DH and DH2 became Dumb and Dumber. I developed severe anxiety, so I moved out of the dorm and back home, and commuted the rest of the way. DH and I had classes together. I'd walk in with my backpack and lunchbag and get the feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach. I'd leave my stuff where it was, leave the room, get sick in the bathroom, step out of the building to get fresh air, and go back to my class just before it started.

Almost every time DH would have opened my lunchbag and eat the lunch I made that day. He stared me down, and I was too chickenshit to say anything. DH and DH2 would be in another class an hour later, and DH would tell him about a delicious sandwich (mine) that he just ate.

Driving home one day, I thought of a plan. My first stop was the local grocery store and bought brownie mix and a few boxes of chocolate flavored Ex-Lax. Not only was the Ex-Lax mixed into the brownies, but I also melted and entire box, mixed it with melted butter to make it smooth, and drizzled the mixture on top of the "special" brownies to make it look like icing.

I set aside two and threw away the rest so nobody in my family would eat it by mistake.

The next day, just like clockwork, I went to class. I waited for the class when DH and DH2 were together, placed my stuff on my chair and left for the bathroom. I came back and Dumb and Dumber were licking their fingers, saying the brownie was the best the ever had, and it was too bad I missed out on it.

The professor was discussing The Byzantine Empire, and I heard the first stomach rumble from DH2. Soon, DH started to shift in his seat, trying to get comfortable. Audible small farts began to come from that side of the room. One of the other students stood up and opened the window.

Time ticked away in the 75 minute class. I was so happy that I had to keep my head down and write in my notebook. DH was squirming. DH2 grabbed his stomach. DH leaned to one side to cut what he thought would be a fart, but it was more than just a fart. Much, much, much more.

The class ended early, DH and DH2 had to do an odd walk down the hallway to the bathroom, and I, without telling anyone what I did, went to the cafeteria to get an early lunch and treat myself to a hot fudge sunday.

DH was later given names such as "shithead," and a week later, when he went back to the same class, a package of Depends was on his desk.

It took years, but revenge, while smelly and gross, was never so sweet.

Through the years I heard DH2 died of an OD. DH served time in prison for assault. And I'm doing just fine.

Looks like story has 10 has arrived sooner than I expected. And it is a hell of a lot faker than I expected it to be. What criminal fantasy show is this out of? This is beyond the days of Fake Rambo. This is now Fake Wick. And he shall light the way with his bright idea of vengeance!

"I made my daughters killer pay"

Submitted by "Silent" on 1/8/2021 | Removed for Rule 1

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I will try to keep this as short as I can, but it will probably be a long one. This story is pretty gruesome and Im not very good at writing so please be aware. English isnt my native language, so I apologise in advanced for any misspelling or grammar errors I may do. I also wont reveal any locations or personal info for my own and my new made friends sake.

So my girlfriend passed away giving birth. She was the TRUE love of my life! Thanks to the AMAZING staff at the hospital we were at, befor she passed she was able to give me the most beautiful gift she could which was our daughter. ( I wont go into to much detail of her passing )

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Fast forward a few years and I have started to learn how to be a single parent. I've also attended alot of sessions of therapy to help me raise my daughter on my own, and dealing with the grief.

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One beautiful day, me and my daughter were in the park (she's was a toddler at this point) We were throwing a frissbee back and forth, then I saw the car coming. It was going in full speed driving over the lawn in the park, driving in the direction of my daughter, who was chasing after the frissbee. I panicked! I ran to grab my daughter but.. I wasnt fast enough. The car hit her, killing her instantly.. The panic transformed into shock. All I could do to stand frozen staring at my daughters broken body. This next part had to be told to me, cause I was to shocked to have any real aware of my surroundings.

Paramedics were quickly called and when they arrived they tried to see if they could do anything for my daughter, but came to relize pretty fast that she was already gone. They moved on to the unconcious driver who had foaming coming out of his mouth. At first they thought he was having a seizure, then discovered that he was having an overdose. He had been doing drugs right befor or while he was driving. He was rushed to the hospital, while my daughter was taken to the morgue. I went with her there, and later had to give my statment to the police on what happend.

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The man who hit my daughter survived, and was later charged with possesion, drunk driving and manslaughter. At court several witnesses testified against him, including me. When they announced his scentence it was like being punched in the face. He was scentenced to 2 years of prision for: Possession of illegal substance and driving under influence. The manslaughter charge? Was considered an accident, since he had been uncouncious when he hit my daughter. I was shaking with rage, feeling betrayed my my countries poor justice system. 2 years in a cell for my daughters life?

There was no way I could let this slide this easy, I had already started to think of what I could do to this guy, when his lawyer stood up and said: Your honor, my cliend would like to apologise to the deceased persons family. I was shocked, and did not expect this at all! The judge looked at me for my approval in which I said yes. I wanted to hear what kind of apology this guy had, that would make up for my dead kid. So after the court session the police allowed him to come forward to me to make the apology, and I will to this day never forget what he said.

His apology were these exact words with a very sarcastic voice: ''Im sorry I hit your kid, but she must have been a retard if she didnt move out of the way.'' Then he gave me the finger as the officers cuffed him and took him away. I stood there, dumb founded. Had this guy insulted me after killing my child?

And right there and then, I swore to my self that this guy has sealed his own fate. And so, my planing began. First thing I did was to move to a different country, telling all my friends that I need to get away from this one. So I moved. I used half of my life savings to buy a houseboat and a truck ( this will be revelant later) which I spent my first 3 months living in, befor getting a new job and finally being able to rent an apartment. ( It was a real shit job and a shit apartment ) I also started taking martial art classes in krav maga. Why didnt I use my second half of my savings for an apartment you may ask? Well after alot of searching, I finally found some people who were willing to do a construction job by being payed ''under the table'' I told them I wanted a whine cellar out in the forrest, where I have bought some land and were planning on building a house. This was ofcourse a lie, I just wanted the cellar in the middle of nowhere.

Fast forward 2 years and I got an email saying the man will be released the following week. (Its a law here that any victim of a convicted person needs to be notified upon his or hers release) and so I hopped on my boat, and went back to my home country. Everything was set. I was doubting my self on the journey home. But I had gone to far to back out now.

I docked my boat at a dock next to a river which lead to the sea, payed cash for letting my boat being docked there, and took the buss to a car rental place not to far away from the docks. This was the most risky part of my plan, since I had to give my ID in order to rent a car. But a car was needed, and I wasnt about to steal some poor guy or girls car.. But I had faith in my plan, so I went ahead with it. I rented a van that was used to move furnature, and headed straight to the prison, a good few hours worth of drive where he was gonna be released the next day.

I slept in the van, waiting in a concealed place where I could see the entrence. And then I saw him. He came walking out with a huge smile on his face, and the memory of him insulting me at court came rushing back, but I had to keep my head. To my relief no one came and picked him up. But he was walking in the direction of a buss stop. The buss stop was pretty much in the middle of nowhere, and there was just a road next to it which had very little trafic.

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I had checked when the buss came, and knew he would have to wait for 2 hours untill the next one was arriving. After giving it some time to make sure he had made it to the buss stop. I started to drive, putting on a baseboll cap, pulling up my hood, and putting on shades, that and with my big beard I had grown I was pretty confident that he wouldnt recognize me. ( I was clean shaved at court)

I drove up to the buss stop, and pulled over. Pulled down the passanger window and asked him if he needed a ride. Him wanting to get home as fast as possible accepted my offer, though he seemed a bit sceptical, but he didnt recognize me. I asked him where he lived and he told me that he needed to go to the next town over. I said sure, and asked if it was okay if I did a quick detour on the way. He said: sure, no problem, it beats taking the buss. So off we went. I remained quiet for the most part, and he kept saying how good it felt to be out in the free again. We drove the docks, parked far away enough so the guy who worked at the dock wouldnt notice me and also far enough so you couldnt see my boat from the car, and I told the guy that I just needed to fetch something from my friend. He said: sure what ever. So I went out, walked to the dock, checked my boat out, and drove it down the river bank a bit befor stopping again, getting some rope, and a huge knife. I jumped off the boat, and tied it to a tree. I then ran back to the docks, so it would appear to the guy as I was coming back from there.

Now the first part of the revenge starts, I asked the guy to step out from the van, confused he got out, and befor he could say a word I had him in a choke hold, trying to choke him unconcious. When he passed out I quickly tied both his arms and his legs behind his back befor he came to again. And draged him in the back of the van and headed to where my boat was. He came to in about 2 minutes and started to scream, but I ignored it. All I could think about was how he had killed my daughter, then giving me the finger for it.

When we arrived at my boat I opended the van and told him, that if he tried to escape, or tried to scream. I would cut his manhood off. He just stared at me with a fear in his eyes I have never seen befor. When I saw it, I felt joy. I told him that he was going to get on my boat, I again told him, that if he tried to run I would hurt him. Hurt him bad. He noded and I cut his legs free so he could walk. (I doubt I would had been able to carry him onboard of my boat, without dropping him in the water)

As soon as he got on my boat I took the rope he had around his legs and choked him again. Again he fell uncouncious and I again tied his legs behind his back, then tied the ropes to the bed which was nailed down. I locked him in the sleeping quaters of the boat, which basically just had the single bed and a closet in it. Confident that he wouldnt be able to escape, I left him there. Headed back for the van to return it to the rental place. I didnt want the van to be reported stolen because this would notify the authorities that I had infact been in the country. There was nothing to contradict other wise except if someone would check the rental place. But I doubted it as it was many hours away from the prision where he had been released from. And to clarify, I took my boat into the country, passing no border inspection.

I then took the buss back to the docks, procceded to walk to where my boat was, and was satisfied that he was still on the floor in the sleeping quarters. And so our journey to my new home began.

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When we arrived it was night time, and the dock where I rent a space for my boat was empty of people. Here there is no one overseeing it. So I docked the boat. Carrying the man on my shoulder. Let me tell you, its not easy to carry someone who is constantly trying to wrench free. I tossed him in the back of my truck. And drove off to the cellar in the middle of nowhere.

In the cellar, there was a chair made of iron which was mounted on the stone floor, and an iron sink, which was mounted against the wall. I carried him inside the cellar, where I cuffed him to the chair, with both his legs and his hands. He kept asking me why I had done this which I simply responded: You should just had apologised for my daughters death. Then I left, leaving him there in complete darkness.

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This story is already getting long, so I will try to keep this bit short.. I tourtered this man every day of the week for years, except for wednesdays and sundays which was also the only days he got to eat anything. I wanted to keep him unnourished so he wouldnt have the strength to try to escape. But not starved enough to die from it. Since he was constantly sitting still, he survived eating just twice a week. He was given water daily befor each tourture session. After 6 months, he started to grow numb to physical torture. So I started with some psychological torture mixed in with the physical. Letting him watch me spin a board I made, chosing his tourture, or prehaps escaping it all together for the day.

Last year he had completley broken down. He told me that he longed for when I came to tourture him. He said that the pain was nothing compared to being alone anymore. So I decided enough was enough.. And I killed him.

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Its been several months now, and I am still unsure on how to proceed with my life. If I should proceed with it at all. But after so many years of me being silent about this part of my life. I couldn't stand not sharing it anymore. Honestley I dont really care if this comes to bite me in the ass. I just want other people to know it besides me.

Welcome back! Here is another dubious sounding story from the NR trash can. Now, I'll keep this explanation brief. All you need to know is that this story sounds like it was inspired by John Wick and the crucifixion of Jesus.

"What my dad did to a sex offender (grab,twist,pull)"

Submitted by "Ghost" on 12/26/2020 | Removed for Rule 1

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This is my first time on this sub.

Usual I’m on mobile BS.

This is my dad’s story that he told me when I was 6yo, he bragged about this for years and I can’t prove any of it happened, but still a good story.

This happened in the late 80’s in central London around the council estate where we lived.

We were a close neighbourhood and everyone knew everything about everyone else.

One day a scandal occurred, when a local man was caught molesting a little girl, in a children’s playground of all places.

Unfortunately the prosecutor bungled the case and the pervert walked free.

A few months pass and he was seen standing near the local primary school, watching the kids leave on their way home, and following a few of them to see where they live. Rumours were that he had his eyes on my sister and tried to talk to her. My sister being smart just ran from him.

When my dad found out, he was calm and reserved, he didn’t even blink. He calmly walked out the door and went to the local bar.

Now for background about my dad.

He used to be in the Royal Air Force as a policeman or S.I.B. (Special investigation branch) Was built like a brick shit house and could be very deceptive when he needed to be.

He intended to go to the bar to ask if anyone had seen the creep, only to see him sat at the bar.

His first thought was to just beat him to death right then and there, but no that’s not satisfying enough, so instead he sits next to him, my dad orders a beer and asks the creep if he wants one too?

Surprised by the generosity of my dad he agrees, the drinks arrived and my dad starts joking with the creep, then ordered some more drinks and gets the creep to start talking.

He bragged about how he dodged a prison sentence, and how smart he was for not getting caught again after he stalked a couple of schoolgirls home, and how he had told them that he was a photographer, and that they were going to be models if they let him take pictures of them.

Then he talked about his next prize and described my sister in alarming detail.

My dad laughed with him and waited for him to take his next drink, when he put the glass to his lips my dad punched the bottom of the glass, jamming it into his face and then slammed his head into the bar, when he lifted his head, he was dazed and confused, with blood pouring from his face, my dad then grabbed him by the balls and twisted them, followed by a pull.

My dad then told him that if he ever came near his kids again, he would cut his balls off, my dad then finished his drink, apologised to the bartender about the mess and walked out.

Everyone in the bar had heard what the creep was saying, and knowing my dad they knew that he was up to something, which is why they didn’t intervene when he was running his mouth.

A few days later, the creep hadn’t been seen since the bar incident, only to be found nailed to a garage door with his balls in his mouth and a note stapled to his chest saying “pedophile please arrest”. Now my dad didn’t do this or know who did, but as I mentioned, he was in a bar full of regulars, each one hearing every word the creep said.

Now the police did come to our house to ask my dad about it. For more context, we knew most of the policemen in our community and had them over for dinner many times and were on a first name basis with most of them.

So when they asked if my dad heard anything about the creep, my dad said “oh yeah, he attacked me at the pub a few days ago” the cops just snigger and say “oh, I’m sure he did” (sarcastically).

Nothing ever happened after that to my dad.

and the creep never came back after he left hospital, never even went to his house to get his stuff, he just left, because he knew that the neighbourhood would be waiting for him.

Anyone who wants this story for YouTube help yourself and edit as you see fit.

Laters 👋

Well, here it is. Story 8. This one is a eye fucking, braincell erasing, angry kid, bully insulting, wall of text of a story. I made you wait 8 days for this. Enjoy.

"Pissed off the school white gangster"

Submitted by "Almost" on 12/5/2020 | Removed for Rule 2

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So one day in math we get new seats and the teacher sits me next to this kid Zeke this is his real name and I use cause he is a dick.So the math teacher sits me next to him and I politely ask him to move me somewhere else and he declines, he thinks it will be fine.So Zeke starts saying stupid shit as he does all his f****t talk and making fun of me and my family like the disrespectful ass that he is.So I take it all in and think how can I piss him of as any eighth grader would think.So as he is saying his nonsense I take my first little jab, a remind him that he is an ass, he didn’t give a Duck( I said duck on purpose) as I’d assume but that was me testing the waters of his assholery just a delve into this suckhole of sheer Tom duckery.The math teacher comes back and asks how we are doing, how the math is, I once again ask him to move me and he refuses again.So I sit there letting him making fun of me then I think “ you know what it’s a low jab but he has been making mom jokes at me for years it’s fair game” so I ask him hey Zeke “ IS YOUR MOM STILL PROSTITUTING OR DID SHE QUIT” he says say that to my face I ducking dare you and with the i say is your mom still prostituting or did she quit.And he loses his god damn mind he goes completely ape shit and tries to flip the table with his little white ass twig arms looking like a used tooth pick but he can’t for he is but a weak P.O.S so instead like any normal person would react he tried to choke me after pushing me from there chair in which I tore his second asshole from.Then he is escorted out of the class screaming at me but not before he punched the wall and breaks his knuckle like a dumbass.The teacher asks me if it’s true I called his mom a prostitute and I said yes and he, he wasn’t even mad I think he might of even been a little proud.Me and that teacher had a good relationship and 5hat probably strengthened it least to say.Also btw I didn’t sit next to him for the rest of the year in any class. TLDR a I piss of s9me kid and call his mom a prostitute and for some reason he didn’t like it.

Hey there! Here's another lame story for ya. Looks like we got a big meanie this time, picking on a 13 year old kid. Oh no. What is he going to do? He needs help! Someone help! Wait, what's that? Is it a bird? Is it a plane? No, it's a restraining order to the rescue!

"I get revenge on the person that abused me"

Submitted by "TDK1" on 12/2020 | Removed for Rule 2

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So this is my first post and I'm kinda new so pls dont judge

And I guess I should give some background first

So when i was about 1 or 2 I moved in with Joe and Joe was not nice. at first he was nice but a few weeks after moving in with him he showed his worse side at first it was just verbal abuse and harassment twords me and not my mom. He was nice to my mom and made me lie to her so we would stay and if I even hesitated to tell the truth he would beat me bad most of the times I could barely walk but he made me lie so my mom wouldn't notice and eventually the beatings came more frequently skip ahead a few years and the abuse continuing (somehow my mom didn't notice) I started to cut myself on my arms and Joe would force me to wear long sleeve shirts

I was four at the time and I had already tried to kill myself my mom noticed that and I went to counciling skip to when I was six I had ran away 2 times and tried to kill myself again Joe would make me dig six feet deep holes and sometimes he started to put dirt in them to bury me alive it didnt work

He even had a german Shepard mal me and he would say it was a stray my mom belived it because she wasnt home when it happened. Now fast forward. A year and we finnaly moved out by that time I head severe depression and ptsd. I moved into my grandparents house with my mom and stuff started to get better my depression went away when I was 10 also I should mention that I had moved with my grandparents and my mom stayed at the other house (I moved because we didn't get along at the time ) ok now fast forward to a year ago when I was twelve joe had been going to the house we moved out of. The one my mom lived in. So we moved back cause my entire family exept for my mom hated him

Now im 13 and here's where the revenge happens

So I should mention that Joe had already gone to jail 4 times so the next time would be the last. So first what my family did was sue. Cause he had dameged the property alot. And he barely had enough money to pay us and he had no job so once he was down my mom cut ties with him. Cause my mom was giving him lots of money. So once that happend he started to harass my mom so skip to a few months later my mom desides to get a restraining order. And she did but he broke the restraining order so he was sent to jail permanently but oh no no it doesnt stop here folks

My papa new some guys that had been sent to jail and he may or may not have talked to them and they were big guys sooooooo my papa(grandpa) told them what he did and oh boy from what I heard I would not want to be him

Some of the things they did without getting into detail included beatings and other stuff that I font think you wanna hear and to this day he is being beat in jail and stuff

So yeah that's basicly it

Welcome back! It's that time again. You get to to read another rejected, fake af story submission from NuclearRevenge. This one has to be straight out of some movie. Because no way is some random on Reddit going to pull this off with no consequences. Here it is:

"My grandma got scammed so I sent out bomb threats from the scammer’s computer. TL;DR at the end"

Submitted by "Toxic" on 12/3/2020 | Removed for Rule 1

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TL;DR will be at the end

Background: My grandmother is very old (89) and has been suffering from dementia for the past two years. She has been extremely depressed since my grandfather (her husband of 64 years) died, so I have been taking care of her because of the lack of viable elderly care centers in our area. Recently, she was telling me about how her friend from the UK was going to send her 10 million dollars since she won the lottery. She only had to pay the shipping fees of $10k. Those ten thousand dollars were some of the last money she had left in her bank account and I was significantly worried for her.

The asshole scammers: After hearing about the “lottery” I took a look at her computer and checked her emails. She was indeed being scammed by some guy named Lawrence Buckingham who said she had won the lottery. It turned out that she had already paid him the 10k, and I was pretty pissed off and so I removed the battery from her computer so that she would not be able to use it to respond further.

The fun part: I told her after taking the battery out that her computer was not working and that I would take it home to repair it. I work with computers a lot, so this was believable and she was alright with it. I then began replying to the scammers on a PC I had just constructed for my mission. I told them that I had not received the money and then asked if I should pay them more. Since I had locked her old credit card now that they had the info. I created a new fake credit card that I photoshopped and and made a file that had all of her now false information that was on the new card. I embedded some stuff in the file so that when they downloaded it, it would infect their computer quite harshly. They fell for it and downloaded the file, only to have their computers bricked and random ware all over it. I even used a good old hydra virus in case they paid the ransomware since I was feeling nostalgic. After hijacking their computer, they for some reason paid the 10k, which I returned to my grandmother’s bank account and then sent out a bomb threat from their computer once I made sure that it was traceable back to them. A few days went by and I saw on our local news that there was a bomb threat and that 3 suspects had been arrested. It turned out that the scammers were actually living a few streets away from my grandmother’s house and that were also being arrested for possession of Marijuana and one was charged with underage drinking. Funnily enough, their ages counted up. 20, 21, and one was 22. AITA for potentially ruining their lives?

TL;DR: Some scammers stole 10k from my grandma so I scammed them and sent out bomb threats from their computer and got them arrested. I also stole back 10k from them.

Oh boy, here we go again with another shitty story submission from NuclearRevenge. This one is quite mild and just like it's predecessors, in no way is it fitting of that subreddit. So luckily there's this one to adopt these "waste of time" stories. I might as well get this out of the way. Pranks are not revenge, especially when the offender's actions outdo the victim's. Ok I've said enough, here it is:

"Make my daughter cry, enjoy shitting yourself"

Submitted by "Intrepid" on 11/30/2020 | Removed for Rule 2

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Three years ago, my daughter started dating her current boyfriend who I never got along with, but my daughter liked him so who cares right? But, that all changed when my daughter came to me a week ago crying because she was miserable because he never respected her and he was abusive.

They met later and claimed they made up, and that it was a stupid fight, but I suspect he manipulated her into doing so and didn't forgive him for making my daughter cry. He proposed that we spend a night together to keep the peace. I was going to say no, but my sister suggested that this could be a good opportunity to pull a similar prank as one we did on one particularly nasty ex, and I agreed.

When he arrived, we smiled and offered him some brownies that had been spiked with ex lax. He accepted and we chatted for a while before he had to go take a piss.

While he was gone, I noticed he left his wallet and phone on the table, so I gave them to my daughter's younger sister and told her to go shopping for whatever she wanted with it.

He came out of the bathroom, and we decided to meet up for drinks at a restaurant my sister manages, (on me since he couldn't find his wallet). Once we arrived, we order drinks, and I had my sister put even more laxatives in his drinks and she made sure the restrooms were "out of order" so he wouldn't be able to use them.

After he had ingested about twelve doses of laxatives. He started to get the shits, only he couldn't go to the bathroom, so he had to shit himself. My sister and I burst out laughing, and he was super embarrassed. We then forced him to walk for hours home in freezing cold weather.

Finally, we're back again with another rejected story from NuclearRevenge. Today's story features over the top extreme vengeance with no morals. The plot goes from 0-100 considering OP's writing skills are unimpressive.

Also, the main character's mindset is a bit disturbing since he thought his revenge crimes were really fitting for the offense committed against him. I suppose it's truly "nuclear" in a sense.

But then again, not really since this story is poorly written and is likely to be fake as well. So here you go:

"my brother got rid of his abusive roommates"

Submitted by "Elbeto" on 11/25/2020 | Removed for Rule 1

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ok this is my first post here, English is not my native language so please excuse my mistakes.

all this happened almost a year ago and it was my brother, well stepbrother, son of my mother's current partner, who has been different for me for 8 years

Due to bad decisions he had two children and had to go abroad to work and study and due to his credulity he ran into a poorly paid job and some roommates who stole his money, fed up with this life of shit that he had dealt He committed suicide but he did not succeed and as they took him to the hospital it cost him a lot of money. So he had no money to pay the rent or the bills, so his roommates threw him out, so knowing all this and that it was the main fault of these guys (he suffered more abuse) he planned his revenge one by one , One of them we will call Brian had a good car and quite a reputation for being a drug dealer so it was easy for my brother to manipulate a tire on his car and cause a serious accident that caused him to lose an eye and several bones. broken .

Another whom we will call Kevin was extremely aggressive so it was more difficult for my brother to finish him or punish him so my brother only talked with Kevin's girlfriend until they came to exchange nudes and even sexual relations so my Brother recorded with the consent of the girl and sent everything to Kevin, to which Kevin exploded in fury and threatened her with death, (he had been unfaithful so she ended up winning), so she blocked everything and Kevin taking foam of rage went to her house with a gun to which my brother who was there called the police and they arrested him, which turns out that Kevin was Honduran and they deported him.

and last but not least, to Roger, a philosophy student who was addicted to illegal substances to which my brother only reported him to his school, they expelled him and banned him from various institutions

Hi there! I'm back again with a 3rd garbage story that was removed recently. It's actually a short one with hardly any plot or sense to it. Overall, it sounds fake and is poorly written. I assume that this story probably took only a few minutes to make up. They didn't even add any real conclusion either. Anyways here it is. Enjoy, or not.

"I gave him broken condoms"

Submitted by "Fatman" on 11/24/2020 | Removed for Rule 1

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This is a story from about 3 years ago (I'm 19 starting college) so some details may be a bit fuzzy, also includes se**al harrasmet

I had recently come out as gay, and this led to some, not family friendly situations, one of this was this one dude who often, make fun of me, asked really disgusting questions, started a gossip about me having sex with one of our teachers, and once forced me to give him a blowjob after school.

Now, in this school students often brought questionable items for sale, and I started selling condoms, now one day this dude comes to me and demmanded me to give him some, that day I had run out, and after he cheked my backpack and pockets to confirm he ordered me to bring some for him tomorrow, and I did, but I also very carefully pinched them with a needle a few times, he got two girls pregnant about the same time

Here we are with our second featured story. This one was obviously written by a little kid as it entails name acronyms, one sentence paragraphs and Minecraft. So let's see how this little mad lad got his vengeance.

"Entlited boy bans me in a Minecraft server without doing anything and I make his mother breaks his gamer pc."

Submitted by "Elyo" on 11/23/2020 | Removed for Rules 2 & 7

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Cast: Me: Well ... me

GM: Good Mother

EB: Entlited Boy

Admin: The mighty server admin and a good friend of mine

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Context: I play on a Minecraft server a lot and this boy's ban for no reason pissed me off so I planned my revenge

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I am writing this with the translator so don't judge my English as it is not my first language now if we go with the story.

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A server Mod banned me because according to him I was problematic and I did not even know who this boy was and then I got angry and contacted him through the Discord group of this server and told him.

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Me: Hey, because you banned me, I didn't do anything wrong

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EB: I'm sure you're troublesome so stick with that ban that I won't remove.

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Me: If you don't I will call an Admin who is aware and has a brain to figure this out.

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EB: (Thinking that I won't do anything) Haslo won't do you any good

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Admin: (Enters the call) Hey (Random name) why did you call me?

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Me: Your new Mod banned me without my doing anything wrong

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EB: THAT'S NOT TRUE HE INSULTED ME FOR THE CHAT AND I BANNED HIM FOR THAT!

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Admin: Hey I was there all the time when you banned him so don't try to lie to me and this is considered a serious offense so sorry I have no choice but to expel you from the staff.

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• Take away the Mod rank and unbalance me *

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EB: NOOOO THIS IS YOUR FAULT!

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Me: You asked for it is not my problem

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A day or two passed and I saw that this child was accusing me of having "harassed" him and that he was an adult who wanted to know where I lived to "rape" him and I denied that by showing that I am 13 years old and that he is just a crying child that I lost his precious Mod rank. It seems to end here but this is Nuclear Revenge so to get revenge on him for saying all that I looked up his Minecraft nick on a web page that registers Minecraft users, on the server page it said he was a 15-year-old boy who lived in Spain but and I looked for his name on FaceBook and found the target, I found the mother of this boy who seemed very friendly and she was (it turns out that the child is not like his mother) and I also discovered That he had harassed a friend of his, that he was 11 years old and that he lived in Colombia and was going to reveal it. I contacted his mother and the following happened.

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Me: Hello?

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GM: Hello who is it?

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Me: I'm a boy who's been teasing his son for something I didn't do

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GM: What trouble did this kid get into?

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Me: Madam go to your son's room

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GM: Ok, but for what?

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Me: I will call your child and you will make her respond

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GM: Okay I'll do it to find out what happens here

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I called his son on Discord until his mother answered.

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EB: MOM ARE YOU DOING

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GM: Son, I'll find out what you've been doing.

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Me: Ma'am look at this

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I proceeded to share my screen showing the rudeness, harassment and everything he has done

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GM: SON THAT IS ALL THIS

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EB: N ... It's nothing mom you have to go

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GM: (proceeds to turn on the camera and went from being a kind and kind mom to something much worse and grabbed a broomstick) Son now you have to pay for what you've done

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He proceeded to hit the child's pc and I could see that he was a gamer so it cost him dearly the last I heard from the boy was

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EB: ALL THIS IS YOUR FAULT IDIOT!

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I satisfactorily took revenge on this child and paid dearly for it.

Alright, here it is. Our first featured story. It may have taken a while to arrive but damn is it a weird one. When it comes to the plot, technically it's nuclear type revenge but it sounds incredibly fake and just overall way too psychotic to not be an edgy creative writing exercise. And it's a long one too. So without further ado, here it is.

"Wife of 7 years cheated on me, so I destroyed her ability to give birth, made her my slave and was the reason she almost ended her life - no regrets"

Submitted by "Dante" on 11/11/2020 | Removed for Rule 1

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Ok folks gather around the campfire and listen to this messed up story of mine.

So I'll start by saying that me and my wife have been happily married for 7 years, and we had an amazing marriage, after a lot of experimenting with different people I had finally found the one.

We rarely had any arguments, we were both crazy into the same shit: anime, otaku culture, fitness, etc

Our sex life was great, we would fuck 2-4 times a week even after this long and she would rarely ever stop my advances.

She would always cook for me even though she had work as well and I was friken head over heels for this perfect women.

We had no kids, but we were planning to as the time became right and as our finances improved to where we were both comfortable with, but now that's impossible for her.

So this all started 8 months ago, when I noticed my wife was glued to her cellphone all the time.

I found that weird so I joked and said "why are on the phone so much, you cheating on me" and I kid you not my wife's face turned pale the instant I said that.

I remember as soon as I saw that face that a disgusting feeling emerged from the pit of my stomach but then my wife said "don't be silly, haha" and just came up to me and kissed me.

We had sex after that but I was honestly still thinking about that especially after we finished.

Now, me being the naive dumb little idiot I am, I didn't question her further that day making excuses like 'oh, it's creepy to ask to look at her phone' or 'I should trust her more'.

So I just ignored it and we both went to bed.

The next week passed and I noticed my wife was coming home later than usual, and when I asked her about this she told me it was work and they had some new projects at work.

When I asked her about the new projects, she was really vague and said she was too tired and didn't wanna talk about work at home.

I grew more suspicious and decided to for the first time invade her privacy.

I asked to borrow her phone and she quickly perked up and said what for?

I said I just wanna look something up.

And I kid you not, she said she had to go to the bathroom and just quickly stormed away to the bathroom and locked the door.

Now keep in mind, we were very sexually open and we NEVER locked the bathroom or even closed the door even when we were taking a dump, yeah we were THAT couple.

This was a first.

It shocked me so much that I just stood there frozen in place as it clicked to me, she's cheating on me.

But a small part of me still hoped it wasn't true, after all I didn't see any proof yet, she's prolly just feeling tired.

She came out of the bathroom like an hour later and gave me her phone.

She said I could use it and sorry that she locked the bathroom, it was a big dump so she didn't want it to smell too bad, which was weird because we never gave a crap before.

I browsed through the phone pretending to go-to chrome and look up some restaurants.

The worst part was that she was constantly looking at what I was doing on her phone.

So I decided to go the app store and download a random game.

She said what are you doing?

I told her that this was a game everyone's playing at work, I wanted to try it.

So I donwloaded the game and just started playing it and she kept watching me.

She then said I can just play on my phone but I told her this bs thing that it wasn't playable on android,it was an iPhone exclusive.

I told her lemme just finnish this level.

I wanted to see if she would leave and let me search through her phone.

Eventually I gave up and gave the phone back as she kept staring at me playing, my stupid pride didn't allow me to go through her stuff in front of her, I didn't wanna lose her trust.

However I did get a chance to look at her phone that night when my wife was sleeping.

I looked through the messages and didn't see anything that was affair related but then I logged into her icloud(she uses the same password for everything) and there I saw a huge string of deleted messages.

My heart immediately shattered and my legs went weak.

There was illicit messages dating back to 6 months ago from that day and it included the whole package, sexting, nudes being sent and whole bunch of crap that I don't even want to think about.

The worst part is I knew the guy she was seeing. It was her boss from work, I wasn't close with him but I knew how he looked like and also that he was a married man.

I felt like crying at first but soon I felt so angry that I almost wanted to smash the phone on the ground.

I made a back up and saved all the text messages and attachments, for proof and sent it to myself.

I put the phone back and took my car and just drove to the nearest empty parking lot and just cried my heart away.

I felt so broken and I just wanted to kill myself but then I thought about my wife's face and how happy she looked and I just felt pure hate and anger towards her.

I was gonna destroy her.

After getting worried calls from my wife I returned back home and she questioned me panicking about where I went and what's going on.

I don't know how I did it but I just smiled and gave some BS about testing the car.

She bought it and we had breakfast and I left, called into work and requested a leave of absence. I have an amazing boss and I pretty much just told him what's going on and he said ok and gave 2 weeks of vacation leave which I was grateful for since I would get paid even though leave of absence without pay would have been fine as well.

I ordered electronic spy cameras that I could install in my house.

I went back home after my wife had left for work and finished installing the cameras.

I waited and eventually my wife came home surprisingly earlier than usual.

When she saw me she kept pestering me more than usual about what happened this morning but I just kept bsing to her that it was nothing.

We ate and my wife that day was initiating sex but I just felt disgusted that I didn't even wanna look at her so I just told her that I was tired.

She kept pestering me what was wrong and tried again but I just kept saying later, and eventually we both went to bed.

The next day, I signed into my bank account. I wasn't worried about financials, the house was under my name only and I had got the mortgage before my marriage.

My wife and I had a joint account, I called my bank and opened up a single checking account and did a real time transfer of all the money in that account into my new single checking account.

As far as credit cards and Lines of credit, everything we had already paid off, but I closed all the joint credit cards we had and one LOC we had which was 50k that I doubt we would get approved for again but I didn't give a fk.

Now everything that was joint was closed except for the joint checking which now had 0 and I got rid of the Overdraft protection of 3k on that as well, so anything that was below 0 would bounce back.

Then I looked up her boss on Facebook and found his wife and messaged her. I told her everything and sent the proof to her, she said she wanted to meet up. I said okay.

I met up with the women the next day, and she was an absolute mess.

We talked and she cried many times and I comforted her.

She was an old woman in her 40s, and they had a daughter in her teens.

She said that she would be filling for divorce and thanked me profusely and wanted to stay in touch.

We exchanged numbers and for the first moment I just felt a sense of relief that I wasn't in this alone.

I eventually go home and my wife comes back also early today, what a surprise.

She tells me that her debit and credit cards didn't work at all today and she starts pacing nervously towards me.

"Myname is everything okay"

Im pretty much quiet and ignore her at this point and just sit down on a chair and just look at her.

She starts freaking out a little and keeps asking what's wrong.

So I just lay it on her.

"Why did you cheat on me"

I remember her immediately freezing and then denying it and telling me if anything s wrong and what the hell I was on about.

I had taken a print out of all the text messages between her and her boss and I just threw the papers at her.

She immediately started crying and said that it was a mistake and that she was sorry.

It was strange, a part of me really wanted to forgive her when I saw her, a bigger part of me just wanted to get this divorce over with but an even bigger part of me wanted to use her and break her.

I said that I wanted to get a divorce and at this point she screamed and freaked and starting vehemently crying and literally got on her knees and begged me with tears in her eyes to forgive her.

She kept saying she would do anything and that it was a mistake and it will never happen again.

When she said that, I don't know what happened, I slapped her across the face and I mean HARD slap where you could feel it from far away.

My wife immediately shut up but just continued crying and just whispering "sorry, sorry, sorry".

I don't know what came over me, I was not a violent person and I had never EVER put a hand in my wife or anyone in my entire life but the next thing I did is even more fked up.

I unzipped my zipper and took out my dick and told her to suck it. For a second she just looked at me then I yelled at her to suck at and she instantly started blowing away.

I remember gagging her hard I just wanted to hurt her I didn't care about the pleasure and eventually I yelled at her to take her pants off and she did and I just pretty much fked her raw and came inside her.

I don't what happened that day but I just snapped and just fked her into oblivion and continuously came into her raw.

But I was getting more and more happy as I saw her get hurt. She was crying and begging me to stop but I kept reading the texts whenever she did and she stopped whining.

We eventually both fell asleep on the bed.

I woke up the next day and I don't know why but I just felt so much more energy and happy with myself in the morning.

My wife wasn't in bed so I headed to the kitchen and saw my wife sitting on the table.

She was a mess, her eyes were puffy, she looked like she was having vietnam flashbacks.

I actually ended up laughing when I saw her in that state.

She kept telling me she was sorry, and how it was all a mistake and she won't do it again and the usual bs.

I was still naked, so I went up to her and did the same thing as yesterday but I didn't even ask this time, I just pulled gripped her hair hard and gagged her on mouth on my cocky again.

Pretty much the same shit happened as yesterday, I just fucked her the whole morning, raw, till I was satisfied and then made breakfast.

A plan was starting to form in my head and I was getting more and more happy the more I thought of it.

I went to her and grabbed her hair and told her not to go to work.

She immediately said yes and she'll take a couple days off.

I slapped her on the face and told her go fuckin call then bitch.

My wife looked shocked but she just started sobbing and went to the phone and started calling her workplace.

After that I did all kinds of fked up stuff to her.

I told her to lick my toes, then my balls and even my ass which she hesitated but I just reminded her of her affair and told her that her boss's must have been happy fkin u and she immediately complied.

The whole day went like this and I continuously came inside her raw.

Same thing happened next day and day after that.

Pretty much my wife kept apologizing all throughout these days as I kept threatening to divorce her and she would cry and bs about how sorry she was.

One day my wife got a call from her work and they notified her that she was fired.

Apparently, the AP's wife had informed her husband's workplace about my wife and his relationship as it's against policy and there was some other stuff involved too but I was too busy laughing when I saw the look of depression on my wife's face.

Now her sobs increased but I kept telling her that I would still divorce her unless she did what I asked of her.

She said that she would do anything, literally anything.

I told her that I wanted to have a kid.

When she heard this she was so happy and started crying and saying she would love to give birth to my kids and she always wanted to be a mother, and how she waited till I was comfortable.

I said perfect and slapped her on the face and told her to suck my dick.

We kept having sex, it was weird before my sex drive I would say was maybe slightly above average but now I was horny whenever I saw her.

I enjoyed the power I had over her and also I liked hurting her or when she was in discomfort, I got off on that.

Eventually 2 weeks passed and my wife pretty much obeyed all my commands.

I told her about the cameras in the house and that if you go out for a duration of time, I'm leaving you.

She adamantly told me she would stay indoors.

I had told her not to look for a new job, my job was enough and she should just get ready to be a mom.

She was happy to hear this.

So this continued and she didn't go out of the house much, unless it was for groceries which we did together and also with COVID we couldn't go out much.

Eventually my wife became pregnant and she was overjoyed.

I told her to come into living room, and we both sat down, she became a little worried but said she was very excited for this baby and would do her best to raise it.

She had always wanted to be a mother.

I took out the divorce papers and put it on the table.

As soon as she saw them she froze for a couple seconds but immediately started sobbing and asking why im pregnant, please let's stay together, I love you and all types of bs.

I said I want to get divorced.

Now she starts bursting into tears and keeps crying again.

I told her if you don't want me to divorce you, there's something you can do.

She looked at me and just kept saying she would do anything and begged me to not divorce her.

I told her to abort the baby.

I remember when I said this, my wife got angry with me and told me how I could be do heartless, how ironic.

She kept screaming at me and said that was the one thing she wasn't going to do.

So then I pulled out my phone and on it was a group chat I had created with all our close families, friends, our social circle including her mother.

My wife's mother was very religious, asked hard catholic.

If she found out her daughter cheated there would be dire consequences to their relationship and as the only daughter and child of her, they were close.

I told her that I would upload all the scummy details of your affairs to this group so everyone can see what a piece of shit you are.

My wife began crying and begged me not to do this, that this isn't right.

I told her to choose in 2 minutes and pressured her hard after telling her what all her close friends, and her mother would think about her.

She agreed to get the baby aborted and I set up an appointment to get the abortion done.

My wife stopped crying much after that, she simply looked dazed and empty.

We got the operation and she cried right before and cried a lot after it telling me how she was a horrible woman, she felt like a failure and that she wanted to die.

A part of me actually felt bad but a bigger part of me was thrilled and happy that she got what she deserved but I still wasn't done yet.

One day, I did the same thing as before, I threatened her again with the divorce and the social life.

She started crying but this time knee there was something I wanted.

She was right, I wanted her to do a vasectomy.

She screamed at me and told me she would never do that, she desperately wanted to be a mother and I had already ruined that.

However I kept threatening her and eventually she broke down and agreed.

We went to a urologist and I had to literally drag her into the room to make sure she went through with it.

It was a success, now she couldn't give birth and she cried again for so long, till she couldn't.

Later on, we couldn't fuck as it would take time for her to heal.

Do we waited a week and a half.

After that time, my wife was now severly depressed and had no life in her eyes.

Even when I fucked her she simply just grunted but didn't show any traction when I was choking or hurting her.

So I decided to spice things up, by this point my wife was pretty subservient to me, she would go along with anything I said when it came to sex.

So I called a tattoo artist that I had paid more than normal to get some tattoos on her.

I blindfolded my wife and told her to lay down, and I paid extra to this tattoo artist to do this.

We started with her ass right above it, I wrote my name's c*mdump.

I wrote stuff like this in a couple other places and eventually we got to her forehead.

When she noticed she freaked out and tried to stop it but I told her everythings fine.

But she kept screaming and freaking out and eventually the tattoo artist grew suspicious and I just said fk it.

He left after that.

My wife asked what I was gonna do and I just ignored her and told her to follow and we had sex after that.

Things were going good for me, my wife was staying home, she didn't move much from her room unless it was for food, otherwise stayed in bed when I wasn't home.

I guess due to her depression.

I'm not gonna take her to therapy but will check up on her health.

So fast forward a couple months something happened one day.

I was going home, and I get a call from the hospital stating that my wife had attempted suicide and that I should get there as fast as possible.

I told my boss and drove to the hospital.

I found my wife in the room and she looked like absolute shit and I also saw my neighbors.

They said she had overdosed on advil but nothing serious.

The neighbors told me she came to her house and kept screaming that she was a bad woman and she's not a good mother and she deserves to die.

I apologised to them, told them she's not mentally stable right now, this definitely won't happen again.

The doctor discharged her and I took her home.

When we got home I immy screamed at her and told her as many insults I could muster.

She simply just stood there and just fell to the floor.

I grabbed her but when I did she just eerily deflated back into the floor like she was dead or something.

I said fk it and just picked her up and threw her into the bed room,made her some food which she ate and just spent the day nursing her.

Eventually she did come out of the slump and I started the rough sex routine again but she's severely depressed these days and many times says she wants to die.

Honestly, not sure if I'm gonna divorce her, I like where everything is at now but good to know that I have the option.

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