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== The Man, The Legend == | == The Man, The Legend == | ||
[[Image:Ilikeknives.JPG|thumb|left|this shit is [[Lie|GROUNDBREAKING]]]] | [[Image:Ilikeknives.JPG|thumb|left|this shit is [[Lie|GROUNDBREAKING]]]] | ||
The sad truth is that Livecorpse was a talentless faggot | The sad truth is that Livecorpse was a talentless faggot named "[[Powerword|Adam Fulton]]." Adam lived in poverty, sucking dick so that he could afford his daily crack fix, and being the first spammer to fill Newgrounds with his generally pathetic bullshit about his twisted deviant desires. | ||
One day, he was drinking fire-water with an Injun friend of his, who, due to the red man's extreme weakness for alcohol, attempted to give Adam the gift of suprise [[buttsecks]]. This, combined with the fact his Pimp/Landlord had beaten his ass the night before for not having the | One day in June of [[2004]], he was drinking fire-water with an [[Injun]] friend of his, who, due to the red man's extreme weakness for alcohol, attempted to give Adam the gift of suprise [[buttsecks]]. This, combined with the fact his Pimp/Landlord had beaten his ass the night before for not having the jewgold ready to pay off rent, finally drove him over the edge. Adam "poked" the big red savage with a knife, in an attempt to "warn him to knock it off." The savage redskin fled into the night, and contacted the cops. Adam took flight, and in his escape, he shot a cop but failed to kill him. | ||
Adam hid from the police for the next few days, basically living a Real-Life GTA game in which he stole cars, ran over hookers, and became king of the streets. Well, not really, he basically cowered in a dumpster that substituted for his now-unavailable [[hugbox]]. | Adam hid from the police for the next few days, basically living a Real-Life GTA game in which he stole cars, ran over hookers, and became king of the streets. Well, not really, he basically cowered in a dumpster that substituted for his now-unavailable [[hugbox]]. | ||
On June 11, 2004, afraid that he would never escape prison without [[Bubba]] expanding his ass to easily accommodate a size 9 shoe, Adam snuck back into his apartment, wrote a suicide e-mail, sent it to his family and [[Tom Fulp]] (neither of whom really gave a fuck) and then became [[an hero]]. | |||
== The letter == | == The letter == | ||
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{{quote|By the time you read this, i will have ended my life. For the past 3 days, i have been a fugitive from justice, following events of nightmarish proportions. The main thing is that i injured an innocent police officer, who [[Hitler|did nothing wrong]]. | {{quote|By the time you read this, i will have ended my life. For the past 3 days, i have been a fugitive from justice, following events of nightmarish proportions. The main thing is that i injured an innocent police officer, who [[Hitler|did nothing wrong]]. | ||
Here's how it happened: my neighbor Rick and i had met up a couple of times to have a beer. i had known he was insane, as he told me he was on disability for it. Well being a Native American by one half, he gets a bit off his rocker more so when he drinks. Also, on Tuesday, the day of the events, we did partake of some marijuana. All of this seemed to change him into a mean crazy bastard. I told him i was going to go home and sleep, and he demanded 2 more beers. I told him, ok. Wait out here. He tried to push his way into my apartment. I told him as best i could, that i never have visitors, but he wasn't listening. I think we was trying to take advantage of me or something. I said if he comes in he's going to find out im the sort of guy who stands up for his property. In my blind drunken stupor i grabbed my knife, and poked him with it, never intending to cause damage, just to show i meant business. He yelped and walked off. | Here's how it happened: my neighbor Rick and i had met up a couple of times to have a beer. i had known he was insane, as he told me he was on disability for it. Well being a [[Injuns|Native American]] by one half, he gets a bit off his rocker more so when he drinks. Also, on Tuesday, the day of the events, we did partake of some [[weed|marijuana]]. All of this seemed to change him into a mean crazy bastard. I told him i was going to go home and sleep, and he demanded 2 more beers. I told him, ok. Wait out here. He tried to push his way into my apartment. I told him as best i could, that i never have visitors, but he wasn't listening. I think we was trying to take advantage of me or something. I said if he comes in he's going to find out im the sort of guy who stands up for his property. In my blind drunken stupor i grabbed my knife, and poked him with it, never intending to cause damage, just to show i meant business. He yelped and walked off. | ||
Next thing i know , i hear many sirens, and the neighborhood is swarming with police and ambulances. My adrenaline kicked in, and i was for some reason certain that I would end up getting screwed. And also i don't live the cleanest lifestyle anyways, so it'd be my word against his, and then some. So i snapped. I felt nothing but fear. It was either run far away or die trying. So i head out the door, turn the corner, and im face to face with a scary man in a black uniform (Officer Jode Derickson[Hendrickson?]) I acted out of pure insanity, and drunkenness.. I saw nothing as i squeezed the trigger, except the fence i jumped over. I hear yells of pain, and heard 3 or more shots whizz by me, some hitting the fence. I run as fast as i could, through yard, over fences.. | Next thing i know , i hear many sirens, and the neighborhood is swarming with police and ambulances. My adrenaline kicked in, and i was for some reason certain that I would end up getting screwed. And also i don't live the cleanest lifestyle anyways, so it'd be my word against his, and then some. So i snapped. I felt nothing but fear. It was either run far away or die trying. So i head out the door, turn the corner, and im face to face with a scary man in a black uniform (Officer Jode Derickson[Hendrickson?]) I acted out of pure insanity, and drunkenness.. I saw nothing as i squeezed the trigger, except the fence i jumped over. I hear yells of pain, and heard 3 or more shots whizz by me, some hitting the fence. I run as fast as i could, through yard, over fences.. | ||
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I had alot of mental problems, many of which kept me indoors for days at a time, and sleepless for days at a time. I was a nervous wreck. | I had alot of mental problems, many of which kept me indoors for days at a time, and sleepless for days at a time. I was a nervous wreck. | ||
Anyways, it's been a good run, and i am done with this piece of shit planet. I apologize in advance fir the grief this will cause my loved ones, but would you rather have me exist only to be a large black man's sex toy in prison? Or to steal cars and do bad things to "good" people, as a fugitive? | Anyways, it's been a good run, and i am done with this piece of shit planet. I apologize in advance fir the grief this will cause my loved ones, but would you rather have me exist only to be a [[Bubba|large black man]]'s sex toy in prison? Or to steal cars and do bad things to "good" people, as a fugitive? | ||
I have/had no other choice. This is the end for me, my time to finally rest in peace. I love you all more than words can express. | I have/had no other choice. This is the end for me, my time to finally rest in peace. I love you all more than words can express. | ||
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*[http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/178122] [http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/174595] http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/18117 a few heart-touching tributes by some NGers (not to be confused with actual Niggers, althouth both smell like shit) | *[http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/178122] [http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/174595] http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/18117 a few heart-touching tributes by some NGers (not to be confused with actual Niggers, althouth both smell like shit) | ||
*[http://www.kvoa.com/Global/story.asp?S=1936322 News story] of [[partyvan|SWAT]] standoff. | *[http://www.kvoa.com/Global/story.asp?S=1936322 News story] of [[partyvan|SWAT]] standoff. | ||
*[[Jeff Weise]] - another Newgrounds content creator. Weise actually managed to rack up a good KDR before he an hero'd (along with pwning 2 cops) | |||
{{anheroes}} | {{anheroes}} | ||
[[Category:People]] | [[Category:People]] | ||
[[Category:2004]] |
Latest revision as of 22:09, 13 March 2024
Livecorpse was an ordinary flash animator on newgrounds that churned out the typical McFlash shit that is consumed daily by the Newgrounds masses: Lots of flash animations with plenty of pointless violence, in other words - EVERY FLASH ON NEWGROUNDS. He was hailed for making at least 100 flash animations in his career, but some argue that his self-pwnage was his ultimate artistic creation.
The Man, The Legend
The sad truth is that Livecorpse was a talentless faggot named "Adam Fulton." Adam lived in poverty, sucking dick so that he could afford his daily crack fix, and being the first spammer to fill Newgrounds with his generally pathetic bullshit about his twisted deviant desires.
One day in June of 2004, he was drinking fire-water with an Injun friend of his, who, due to the red man's extreme weakness for alcohol, attempted to give Adam the gift of suprise buttsecks. This, combined with the fact his Pimp/Landlord had beaten his ass the night before for not having the jewgold ready to pay off rent, finally drove him over the edge. Adam "poked" the big red savage with a knife, in an attempt to "warn him to knock it off." The savage redskin fled into the night, and contacted the cops. Adam took flight, and in his escape, he shot a cop but failed to kill him.
Adam hid from the police for the next few days, basically living a Real-Life GTA game in which he stole cars, ran over hookers, and became king of the streets. Well, not really, he basically cowered in a dumpster that substituted for his now-unavailable hugbox.
On June 11, 2004, afraid that he would never escape prison without Bubba expanding his ass to easily accommodate a size 9 shoe, Adam snuck back into his apartment, wrote a suicide e-mail, sent it to his family and Tom Fulp (neither of whom really gave a fuck) and then became an hero.
The letter
This is the letter, currently unedited. Note how he actuallys says that he fears getting his ass raped.
SECOND EMAIL
—that guy that killed himself |
/Copypastaaaaaaaaa
External Links
- the newgrounds thread where teenaged faggots BAAAWWW'ed about his self-pwning
- His NG account
- [1] [2] http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/18117 a few heart-touching tributes by some NGers (not to be confused with actual Niggers, althouth both smell like shit)
- News story of SWAT standoff.
- Jeff Weise - another Newgrounds content creator. Weise actually managed to rack up a good KDR before he an hero'd (along with pwning 2 cops)