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{{Ibhead|<big>'''Charles Whitman'''</big>}} | |||
{{Ibrow|'''Born'''|June 24, 1941}} | |||
{{Ibrow|'''Died'''|August 1, 1966 (aged 25)}} | |||
{{Ibrow|'''Nationality:'''|[[Americunt]] [[File:MiniflagUSA.png]]}} | |||
{{Ibrow|'''[[high score|Highscore]]'''|Killed 17, injured 31}} | |||
{{Ibrow|'''Top 50?'''|{{highscorelist}}}} | |||
{{Ibrow|'''Style'''|FPS, Single player}} | |||
{{Ibrow|'''[[An Hero]]?'''|No, shot by cops}} | |||
{{Ibend}} | |||
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[[File:whitman-headband.jpg|thumb|Oh, you think my [[gay|headband]] looks gay, huh? Well, I'll kill your [[fetus]]! | [[File:whitman-headband.jpg|thumb|left|Oh, you think my [[gay|headband]] looks gay, huh? Well, I'll kill your [[fetus]]!]]'''Charles Joseph Whitman''' was a former [[high score]] holder and famous [[alpha male|Marine]] [[IRL]] [[troll|sharpshooter]] who held a [[lollercaust|demonstration]] of his amazing long range target shooting skills in [[Austin]], [[Texas]] one summer day in 1966 to a crowd of screaming [[fans]] and dead bodies. | ||
High as fuck on [[drugs|valium and dexedrine]], enjoying the beautiful views from the Texas University campus Clock Tower wearing a faggy white headband and eating some [[Cock|Spam]] ([[srsly]]), Charles had a [[fart|thought]]: since I happen to have an '''arsenal''' of guns with me, I might as well give a little impromptu show. For the [[lulz]] (we hope). | High as fuck on [[drugs|valium and dexedrine]], enjoying the beautiful views from the Texas University campus Clock Tower wearing a faggy white headband and eating some [[Cock|Spam]] ([[srsly]]), Charles had a [[fart|thought]]: since I happen to have an '''arsenal''' of guns with me, I might as well give a little impromptu show. For the [[lulz]] (we hope). | ||
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On the evening of July 31, 1966, he went to his mother's apartment to put her to bed, as was his custom, except this time (to "relieve her sufferings") he dug a hole in the back of her head with his hunting knife, then plunged it into her heart. He then put her in bed and tucked her in, leaving a note beside her body: | On the evening of July 31, 1966, he went to his mother's apartment to put her to bed, as was his custom, except this time (to "relieve her sufferings") he dug a hole in the back of her head with his hunting knife, then plunged it into her heart. He then put her in bed and tucked her in, leaving a note beside her body: | ||
{{quote|[[ | {{quote|[[Adam Lanza|I have just taken my mother's life.]]|the tumor.}} | ||
===Errand 2 (Wife)=== | ===Errand 2 (Wife)=== | ||
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==Time to Gun Up== | ==Time to Gun Up== | ||
[[File:whitmanequipment.jpg|right|350px]] Having shown his mastery with the knife, it was now time for Charlie to make his Marine target trainers and father proud. He loaded up his Marine issue foot locker with over 500 pounds of guns and ammo and spray | [[File:WhitmansWeapons.jpg|right|350px]][[File:whitmanequipment.jpg|right|350px]] Having shown his mastery with the knife, it was now time for Charlie to make his Marine target trainers and father proud. He loaded up his Marine issue foot locker with over 500 pounds of guns and ammo and spray deodorant (srsly) and had to rent a fucking dolly to haul all the death tools up to the sniper spot. | ||
The arsenal: | '''The arsenal:''' | ||
{{quote|[[ | {{quote|[[k/|Spam, Planters peanuts, fruit cocktail, sandwiches and boxes of raisins, jerricans containing water and gasoline, rope, binoculars, canteens, transistor radio, toilet paper, Mennen spray deodorant, gay white headband, machete, Bowie knife, hatchet, hammer, compass, alarm clock, flash light, gloves, deer bag, 6-mm. Remington bolt-action rifle with a 4-power Leupold telescopic sight, 35-mm. Remington pump-action rifle, M-1 30-caliber Carbine, Sears 12-gauge shotgun (sawed off), 9-mm. Luger pistol, Galesi-Brescia pistol, .357 Smith & Wesson Magnum revolver, over 700 rounds of ammunition, spam.]]|tl;dr -- guns 'n shit, and a [[3Guys1Hammer|hammer]]}} | ||
==Pre-Game== | ==Pre-Game== | ||
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The last thought of many of those milling around the tower was "What the…" before bullets tore into their heads or other vital organs. One young male student peaked out from behind a car and had enough time to say, "He's up there. I can see him" before Charlie told him to "[[STFU]]" with a bullet. In the mouth. From 500 yards. | The last thought of many of those milling around the tower was "What the…" before bullets tore into their heads or other vital organs. One young male student peaked out from behind a car and had enough time to say, "He's up there. I can see him" before Charlie told him to "[[STFU]]" with a bullet. In the mouth. From 500 yards. | ||
And all along the watchtower for over an hour and a half Charlie (munching peanuts and drinking gasoline) played his rifle concerto. From unheard of distances bullets were hitting their targets no matter how small -- and amazingly he was ''more accurate'' when the target was moving. One man over 400 hundred yards away running as fast as he could felt a sting in his shoulder. Reaching safety all he could say was, "What a shot!" In the end Charlie's satanic tumor piled up nearly fifty bodies far and wide around the tower. 13 died. 12 if [[you]] love [[murder|abortion]]. | And all along the watchtower for over an hour and a half Charlie (munching peanuts and drinking gasoline) played his rifle concerto. From unheard of distances bullets were hitting their targets no matter how small -- and amazingly he was ''more accurate'' when the target was moving. One man over 400 hundred yards away running as fast as he could felt a sting in his shoulder. Reaching safety all he could say was, "What a shot!" In the end Charlie's satanic tumor piled up nearly fifty bodies far and wide around the tower. 13 died. 12 if [[you]] love [[murder|abortion]]. | ||
{{notice|Over 1 HOUR of extra video [https://pomf2.lain.la/f/eqv1a4f.mp4 here], [https://pomf2.lain.la/f/av5w3cxa.mp4 here], and [https://pomf2.lain.la/f/lay4vdxp.mp4 here]}} | |||
{{frame|[[File:The Tumor Tower Strike.mp4|center|750px]]<center><big>'''"You want some help?"<br/ ><big>*BOOM*</big></big></center>|border=grey|background=lightgrey|margin=auto}} | |||
==The Heroes== | ==The Heroes== | ||
[[File:billyspeed.jpg|thumb|left|Anti-lulz]][[File:Whitmanfuneralhome.jpg|thumb|After he was dead, the cops asked Whitman why he did it.]] Pissed, humiliated, stupid, the cops decided to storm the castle. Four [[pussy|brave]] [[pigs]] gunned up and kicked the observation deck door down. Charlie, bathed in lulz and distracted by his tumor's [[boner]], did not hear them coming. Before he could get a shot off, the cops unloaded into Charles Whitman's [[cancer|brain tumor]] with close-range [[anti-lulz]] shotgun blasts before [[fapping]] determinedly on the body. | [[File:billyspeed.jpg|thumb|left|Anti-lulz]][[File:Charles Whitman gameover.png|thumb|GAME OVER]][[File:Whitmanfuneralhome.jpg|thumb|After he was dead, the cops asked Whitman why he did it.]] Pissed, humiliated, stupid, the cops decided to storm the castle. Four [[pussy|brave]] [[pigs]] gunned up and kicked the observation deck door down. Charlie, bathed in lulz and distracted by his tumor's [[boner]], did not hear them coming. Before he could get a shot off, the cops unloaded into Charles Whitman's [[cancer|brain tumor]] with close-range [[anti-lulz]] shotgun blasts before [[fapping]] determinedly on the body. | ||
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==Graded Score== | |||
{{GradedScore|17|15 from tower, 2 before shooting|16|Surprisingly not terrible kill to injury ratio for shooting from high ground|20|Went [[Paddock]] before your parents were even born|20|Mass shootings unheard of at the time, much media bawwing|20|Set the first [[Americunt]] high score!|89|B|Semper Fi}} | |||
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{{Wanted|4}} | |||
==Pop-Culture References== | |||
===Kudos from Gunnery Sergeant Hartman=== | |||
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| | ===Novelization=== | ||
Two years after the shooting, [[Stephen King]] — being old as fuck — decided to cash in on what has been called "America's first modern school shooting" by writing a short story based on it called [https://files.catbox.moe/bgqtsp.pdf "Cain Rose Up"]. No, this is not the same Stephen King novel that inspired half a dozen other school shootings — that was ''Rage'' ([[lulz|which went out of print because of just that!]]). For some reason, there's a ton of amateur live-action remakes of this extremely short story, and they're all SHIT. | |||
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*[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=__4bYWS91I0 quality youjewb documentary] | *[http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=__4bYWS91I0 quality youjewb documentary] | ||
*[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWKpblxejWE Awesome fucking song by some hippie describing the events] | *[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GWKpblxejWE Awesome fucking song by some hippie describing the events] | ||
*[https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cain_Rose_Up TOW article on the Stephen King story] | |||
==See Also== | ==See Also== | ||
*[[Texas]] | *[[Texas]] | ||
*[[James Huberty]] | |||
*[[Anders Behring Breivik]] | *[[Anders Behring Breivik]] | ||
*[[Cho]] | *[[Cho]] | ||
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*[[Mark Essex]] | *[[Mark Essex]] | ||
*[[Marines]] | *[[Marines]] | ||
*[[Mary Bell]] | |||
{{High Scores}} | {{High Scores}} | ||
{{psychopaths}} | |||
{{gun control}} | |||
{{columbine}} | |||
{{education}} | |||
{{dyingalone}} | |||
{{terrorists}} | {{terrorists}} | ||
{{timeline|Featured Article February 8th & 9th, [[2014]]|[[Fighteer]]|{{PAGENAME}}|[[Sherlock]]}} | {{timeline|Featured Article February 8th & 9th, [[2014]]|[[Fighteer]]|{{PAGENAME}}|[[Sherlock]]}} | ||
Latest revision as of 10:17, 13 November 2024
 To doctors: "After I am dead, please cut my head open and stab my tumor in the face." | |
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| Charles Whitman | |
| Born | June 24, 1941 |
| Died | August 1, 1966 (aged 25) |
| Nationality: | Americunt 
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| Highscore | Killed 17, injured 31 |
| Top 50? | 37th |
| Style | FPS, Single player |
| An Hero? | No, shot by cops |
Charles Joseph Whitman was a former high score holder and famous Marine IRL sharpshooter who held a demonstration of his amazing long range target shooting skills in Austin, Texas one summer day in 1966 to a crowd of screaming fans and dead bodies.
High as fuck on valium and dexedrine, enjoying the beautiful views from the Texas University campus Clock Tower wearing a faggy white headband and eating some Spam (srsly), Charles had a thought: since I happen to have an arsenal of guns with me, I might as well give a little impromptu show. For the lulz (we hope).
But when his fans started running away shouting "There's a sniper on the tower!" and falling down bleeding, he became confused and kept shooting. He also couldn't understand why cops were firing back and climbing the tower trying to kill him. There was, however, one entity that knew exactly what was going on: the massive evil TUMOR that had taken over Whitman's brain.
Background
For a long time, Charles was in charge. Though his father was a huge dick who enjoyed beating the shit out of his wife and terrorizing his children and insisting that they all play with guns together, Charles was able to keep the old man happy with his good grades and ability to "shoot the eye out of a squirrel at 50 yards." But after failing out of the Marines, Charles developed "hypergraphia" and began compulsively writing inspirational notes to himself, like ""CONTROL your anger. Don't let it prove you the fool" and "STOP cursing" and "CONTROL your passion; DON'T LET IT lead YOU" and "I intend to kill my wife after I pick her up from work." That was the tumor talking - a mass of evil tubes and tissues that was trolling the shit out of his brain.
The Tumor's Instructions
The instructions from the tumor were simple:
Take the following:
- a shitload of dexedrine
Kill the following:
Errand 1 (Mom)
On the evening of July 31, 1966, he went to his mother's apartment to put her to bed, as was his custom, except this time (to "relieve her sufferings") he dug a hole in the back of her head with his hunting knife, then plunged it into her heart. He then put her in bed and tucked her in, leaving a note beside her body:
—the tumor. | ||
Errand 2 (Wife)
Back at home (because "I don't want her to have to face the embarrassment my actions would surely cause her"), Charles angry-fucked his sleeping wife in the chest with his bayonet like a brave Marine. Fortunately for you sick fucks, she slept naked, so the crime scene photos double as pron.
Last Note
Hypergraphic Whitman wrote constant notes and letters to himself even though he had nothing to say and brain cancer, making everything he ever wrote tl;dr garbage that all said the same thing:
Time to Gun Up
Having shown his mastery with the knife, it was now time for Charlie to make his Marine target trainers and father proud. He loaded up his Marine issue foot locker with over 500 pounds of guns and ammo and spray deodorant (srsly) and had to rent a fucking dolly to haul all the death tools up to the sniper spot.
The arsenal:
—tl;dr -- guns 'n shit, and a hammer | ||
Pre-Game
His destination was the observation deck of the campus Clock Tower, an over 300 foot tall edifice perfectly engineered for long rang FPS pwnage. There was a receptionist up there. 'No, I'm not the fucking janitor," he said, taking her skull apart with one home-run swing of his rifle butt and tucking her twitching body behind a couch.
As he was fucking her almost dead body, a group of tourists bounced up the stairs all excited about being on top of the famous tower. Charlie pulled the barrel of his freshly sawed-off shotgun out of the receptionist's bloody vagina and tore their faces off with buckshot and blood and then ate some snack foods. Two died, two never walked again.
Show Time!
Now it was down to business. The first kill had to be dramatic, and suddenly through the 4-power telescopic scope of his Remington 9mm. deer rifle he spotted a very pregnant 18 year old freshman strolling along the lovely north quad with her boyfriend. Demonstrating his truly astounding precision, Charlie put his first bullet through the skull of the fetus growing inside of her. No shit. In all official accounts, Charlie is given credit for this fetus kill, though lovers of abortion insist it shouldn't count because the fetus wasn't really alive. The girl survived, single now, Charlie lulzily holing out her boyfriend's chest as he came to her aid.
The last thought of many of those milling around the tower was "What the…" before bullets tore into their heads or other vital organs. One young male student peaked out from behind a car and had enough time to say, "He's up there. I can see him" before Charlie told him to "STFU" with a bullet. In the mouth. From 500 yards.
And all along the watchtower for over an hour and a half Charlie (munching peanuts and drinking gasoline) played his rifle concerto. From unheard of distances bullets were hitting their targets no matter how small -- and amazingly he was more accurate when the target was moving. One man over 400 hundred yards away running as fast as he could felt a sting in his shoulder. Reaching safety all he could say was, "What a shot!" In the end Charlie's satanic tumor piled up nearly fifty bodies far and wide around the tower. 13 died. 12 if you love abortion.
|
Over 1 HOUR of extra video here, here, and here |
*BOOM* |
The Heroes
Pissed, humiliated, stupid, the cops decided to storm the castle. Four brave pigs gunned up and kicked the observation deck door down. Charlie, bathed in lulz and distracted by his tumor's boner, did not hear them coming. Before he could get a shot off, the cops unloaded into Charles Whitman's brain tumor with close-range anti-lulz shotgun blasts before fapping determinedly on the body.
Graded Score
| Kill count: | 17/20 15 from tower, 2 before shooting |
|---|---|
| Accuracy: | 16/20 Surprisingly not terrible kill to injury ratio for shooting from high ground |
| Style: | 20/20 Went Paddock before your parents were even born |
| Butthurt: | 20/20 Mass shootings unheard of at the time, much media bawwing |
| Bonus: | 20/20 Set the first Americunt high score! |
Wanted Level:
Federal Bureau of Investigation
Pop-Culture References
Kudos from Gunnery Sergeant Hartman
|
IN THE MARINES! |
Novelization
Two years after the shooting, Stephen King — being old as fuck — decided to cash in on what has been called "America's first modern school shooting" by writing a short story based on it called "Cain Rose Up". No, this is not the same Stephen King novel that inspired half a dozen other school shootings — that was Rage (which went out of print because of just that!). For some reason, there's a ton of amateur live-action remakes of this extremely short story, and they're all SHIT.
|
External links
All quotes are from the following sources, promise:
- crimemagazine.com
- trutv.com
- wikipedia
- time.com
- Charles Whitman: The Amygdala & Mass Murder, by Rhawn Joseph, Ph.D - lulzy
- quality youjewb documentary
- Awesome fucking song by some hippie describing the events
- TOW article on the Stephen King story
See Also
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