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CJ's Autistic Adventures in College (UPDT: 10/12/13)

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Creeper Jone's Autistic Adventure's in College
8/15/13
>Be Creeper Jones.
>Be ambiguous year in ambiguous college.
>Pre-popular self, trying to find his place in the world.
>Both roomates total jocks.
>Hiding power level like a champ.
>Walking through exploring college.
>See lanky guy with Derpy Hooves t-shirt.
>Not my cup of tea, but a breath of fresh air to see someone who’s into MLP.
>Casually say when passing, “Nice shirt.”
>Suddenly turns, and in a completely serious tone asks me, “You want one?”
>“N-nah, I’m good.”
>No spaghetti spilt, no shame for anyone, I walk away like nothing happened.
8/24/13
>Be me, about a week later.
>At a college fair.
>AWSNAPTHEYGOTAMECHANICALBULL!
>Guy comes from behind and asks if I’m planning on riding.
>Tell him, “eventually,” and he suggest doing the Velcro bounce wall on the other side of the fair.
>Begins telling story about his crotch getting stuck on the Velcro.
>Calls it “pelvic power”.
>Wut?
>Decide to do it in an effort to get away from this guy
>Pretty fun, I’d give it an 8.8.
>Quickly realize when coming down, he followed me.
>Guy is unavoidable somehow.
>After an hour, I see him again, when we pass a statue of a knight on a horse.
>He mentions his teacher made it.
>“Ya don’t say?”
>Tells me, to bro fist the horse, since it’s hoof is neck to me.
>Sure why not?
>Suddenly, “YOU ARE NOW ONE WITH THE BRONIES!”
>Rips his button clip shirt open, revealing his pale, shirtless chest, with a lanyard covered in mlp pins, pendants, and accessories.
>ClarkKentAintGotShitOnMe.jpg
>Suddenly realize, this is the same guy who had the Derpy Hooves shirt.
>Eyes widen, anticipating pure autism.
>No surprise, when it happens.
>Spend the next 20 minutes thinking of how to get out, but gradually reveal my knowledge without dropping pasta.
>Don’t want to seem rude, and I don’t want to make him uncomfortable.
>That strange feel when it ends with us having a meaningful conversation about the show, and a lot of the depressing undertones of Twilight, Spike, Celestia, and Trixie.
>Even more surprisingly, he didn’t recognize me even though, I’m the only other black guy at this college, and my voice is recognizably deep. His subconscious just sort of gravitated to me.
>Not sure if I want this guy as a friend or not.
8/25/13
>Next day.
>“Oh boy, I can’t wait to act like a lazy fatass and eat until I’m sick at the cafeteria.”
>It ain’t my fault, I only have one actual meal a day. Dinner is this time, and everything else is light snacking.
>Go to cafeteria.
>Closed because of a “Welcome Back Luau” happening in honor of the seniors.
>Eat there or starve…eat or starve…well, of to the Luau.
>Go to Luau.
>Get some food.
>Drop spaghetti trying to hula hoop.
>Get more food.
>Jesus Christ, it’s that brony guy again!
>How did you find me?!
>Begin awkward conversation.
>Guy introduces me to his “pegasisters”
>Both not so fat that there disgusting, but just fat enough to have that chubby chaser, pillowy status that makes me wanna stick my hands into them.
>I’d hit them twice nightly.
>“This is my friend ‘Creeper Jones’. He’s a brony too.
>Hnnnnn.
>Disguise, “I ain’t that autistic,” as “4chan doesn’t allow that word to be used,” and explain why.
>At least they (probably) won’t call me a brony if they find me again, which I’m sure they will.
>Begin talking with girls.
>Have conversation about my roommate having quiet awkward sex below my bunch after a nap, without realizing I was still on the top bunk, quietly on the laptop with headphones on. (I had to move around and clack the keys like a mofo to alert them…and it only resulted in them continuing even more quietly after a few mumbles…I left after a very awkward three minutes on the top bunk.)
>Just as awkward, and they are most comfortable talking with each other.
>One of the girls mentions how pony ears are her cutest accessory.
>Suddenly, spontaneous conversation about furries.
>One has the fursona of a cat, the other of a fox.
>OH GOD WHAT?!
>Desperate to change the conversation topic, I switch over to what OTHER shoes the guys like.
>They mention anime, and one of the girls actually runs the otaku club of our college.
>They now want me to join.
>…I dunno what I’m gonna do.
9/05/13
>Next week.
>I’ve got seven years of violin playing under my belt, and not a single string group on campus that I know about.
>Find out they were going to have all of the clubs on display in the quadrangle.
>This is my chance to see every radical club available (and only join two or three), buuut.
>“Hey Creeper, you should join us at the anime club.”
>Can’t drop spaghetti with the Brony Bunch, but I can’t miss this opportunity.
>Decide to get stealthy.
>Put on the jacket I’ve only worn once on campus.
>It stands out with its contrasting black and white scheme, but it’s the best option I got.
>80 degrees outside. Screw it, hood up.
>Feeling like Ezio Auditore.
>People lucky they ain’t get stabbed.
>Stroll through groups with my head down.
>No orchestra, no string groups, no nothing.
>Join the art club, because it’s what I do #SAAiE.
>Continue through the many clubs, eventually getting close to reaching full circle.
>Finally, only a few booths from the end, I see the sparkles, and chibi plushies of the anime club in the nearby distance.
>It’s being led by one of the two girls I mentioned. She has blonde hair.
>I get quiet.
>Head down, hood covering as much as possible.
>I begin walking around the pillar, and with a small group of people.
>Going to make a massive circle away and back to recheck clubs.
>Come on, gotta blend!
>Suddenly, knife through the throat. The Templars role in their grave yuckin' it up.
>“Creeper? Creeper! Get over here!”
>Did I mention I’m one of three black guys in a university of at least 1200?
>Slowly and awkwardly turn my head, with the biggest poop face grin possible.
Heeeeeey.
>“Creeper, you promised you’d join.”
>I did?
>Darn it, I think I might have said, “I’ll think about it,” but I can’t back out now. I’ll look like the biggest ass if I don’t at least sign my name.
>Take my walk of shame to the list.
>Name.
>FB.
>What the heck is…oh, it’s facebook.
>Ha ha, no.
>E-mail.
>Shamefully write my campus e-mail.
>There was no orchestra, I’m now a member of the Otaku Club, and you wanna know the worst part…I actually walked back to correct my miswritten e-mail.
>Mr. Bones rapes my anus as I walk back to my dorm to proof read my Aussie Anon chapter.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2rwxs1gH9w
09/20/2013
>It’s surprising how peaceful this month has been.
>My encounter with the bronies has been minimal, the skin of my arm had finally healed from the free-running incident I never mentioned because it wasn’t important, I finally got a replacement phone that I’m sure is worse than my old one, and I went from sucking at basic Japanese, to being not quite as suck at basic Japanese.
>Best of all though, I’ve finally found that very special someone on campus that I can call my really good buddy.
>I haven’t dropped any names this whole time, and she’s not getting any special treatment.
>She really likes comics though, so let’s call her…Mary Marvel.
>Anyways, Mary’s an adorkable chubby girl who plays piano, loves Marvel, and draws all the time. Her hair is brunette, but died red by the ends, and she often wears heavy eyeliner, and an attire that has a heavy emphasis on black.
>If it weren’t for how pleb she is for not digging Batman, I’d give her the Robin Thicke treatment, and verbally rape her with my radio voice.
>I can see us playing beautiful music in the future though, if you know what I mean. (I…I’m a violinist.)
>We’ve been hanging out for almost a month, yet I didn’t feel the need to mention her…until today.
>Another day at the campus café.
>She sits alone, because she’s ridiculously anti-social (just how I like em’), to the point where she never gets deli wraps because she’s afraid of pestering the wrap guy with her own indecisiveness.
>Join her like always.
>Continue old conversation about that series I wanted to reboot; Hunters of Shadow; made in 2007, and staring some guy I made up called Creeper Jones. (I doubt you’ve heard of him.)
>Then transition into a little chit chat about the anime club.
>They’ve gotten their crap together, and are finally having their first meeting on the fifth of October, so I might as well mention it.
>Retell everything about the bronies, and my failed Assassin’s Creed emulaton, while still hiding my power level about the show.
>She’s totally cool with the fact I watch MLP though. I’m still hiding my power level about it, but still, why haven’t I railed this chick yet! (Because I respect women and abstain from pre-marital sex.)
>Suddenly, a buzzing sound comes into my ear.
>Sounds like a fly.
JESUS CHRIST, I HATE FLIES!!!
>Almost fall out of my chair, dropping spaghetti the entire time as I turn to see where the fly is.
>It…wasn’t a fly.
>It was the leader of the Otaku club, that blonde furry that I still don’t know how to feel about.
>She has a tendency to poke me in sensitive areas when she finds me at the café and I fail to notice.
>IT GETS ME EVERY DAMN TIME!!!
>“Oh, I’m sorry Creep,” she says in honest concern, “Did I scare you.”
Pff, nah, I just really don’t like flies.
>“Oh. Well, just wanted to say hi. I’ll see ya at the club next week.”
“Yup, see ya at the club!” I say as my shoes stain with tomato sauce.
>Mary asks, “Wait, THAT was the girl you were talking about?”
Yyyeah?
>“I live a couple doors from her. She has an amazing singing voice.”
>I soon realize, that Mary and Blondie are actually acquaintances, and Mary does in fact want to befriend her.
>Well…shit.
>On the upside, she later serenaded me with a surprisingly tolerable piano rendition of Justin Beiber’s baby song (which is weird because she doesn't care about him, and only knew the first half of it), and then a couple of Bo Burnham covers, which is amazing because I thought I was the only one that cared about him. Had a saucy duet of 'Love Is'. It would’ve been perfect if it weren’t for Third Wheel Willy, who showed up a few minutes before we left, and awkwardly joined us.
>Today was a Beiber Fever day.
10/05/2013
>Day, “blind as hell because my glasses disappeared in the filth of our room that my roommate doesn’t clean. I knew I should’ve gone with an apartment,” in college.
>I’m really digging Mary Marvel. She’s definitely a keeper all right.
>Just the other day, we had a hilarious conversation with Third Wheel Willy in our little cliché table about how comfortable we were talking to each other, and it ended with me and Mary talking about dick fencing with our eight foot long Johnsons, gushing through the ‘Grand Canyon’ periods, how the pokemon Flabebe is the most ghetto sounding thing ever, and how my anus is like a bag of paper leaves that an angry fifth grader kicks over because he had a rough day at school (my anus is actually very tight and well managed, but it was the kind of conversation where anything goes).
>Good times all around.
>Anyways, it’s October the Fifth, and according to my Japanese teacher, it’s the day of our first meeting.
>Now that I’ve had an ample amount of time to adjust, I think I might actually be a little less reluctant to go.
>Admittedly, I actually was in an anime club back in high school.
>It was admittedly just to put “I had a foreign language club” on my resume, but it was a great environment for me and my posse of pedophiles, creepers, and /tg/ers to hang out, and it was also where I met my really good buddy, the incredibly moe, “can I call you senpai”, scrawny, sensitive to the touch, sophomore ‘Poodle-Hair’ (our biggest similarity was that we were both too beta to ever ask each other on a date.)
>Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.
>Maybe I’ll make some new buddies.
>Maybe I can try and get into anime again, which I haven’t since I was a young teen.
>Maybe I could sweep the whole brony thing under the rug even though I keep discovering more, including a black brony whose sits in front of me in my Japanese class.
>I’ll only find out though, if I actually try.
>What time is our meeting anyways?
>…
>Wasn’t there a site that had the time?
>Do a shit ton of digging because I barely remember what site it was.
>Find out that the club meeting was actually last week and there having another meeting next week.
>…Well then…guess I’ve got another week.
>The guys are going to give me so much shit for this if they find me between the week.
>Checking the schedule, I actually found out the first thing they watched last week was "Ookami Kodomo no Ame to Yuki" (Wolf Children Ame and Yuki). Not bad.
>I then found the welcome page.
( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ <( Konichiwa!)
Welcome to the asfaeazd Otaku's page!!!
If you are here it must mean you're super ama-za-zing!
We, as asdfsdgSDv anime club, gather round to show our appreciation (and possible obsession) of entertainment systems in Japan: anime, manga, Jpop, JRPGs, you name it!
Feel free to post funny videos or cute pictures on here!
>There’s a gif of an anime cat playing on a keyboard.
>…Here comes the conflicting feelings again.
>Guess there’s nothing brony related to bring up this time. (S-sorry.)
10/12/2013
>Ya know how my skype says that my birthday’s on October the 1st 1990? (Probably not.) Well, surprisingly, that’s not accurate.
>October 1st is the birthday of the CHARACTER Creeper Jones, but the IRL me that created the persona, actually has a different birthday, and that’s today.
>It’s a Saturday.
>Fall Break has started, so I can actually go home.
>POKEMON X & Y OUR OUT!!!
>SWEET MOTHER OF BABY JESUS, THIS IS GOING TO BE HYPE!
>Car’s in no condition for the 4 hour trip to and back from campus.
>Most everyone else lives much closer, so the campus is now a ghost town.
>Due to conserving money for bills, I haven’t bought a 3DS, and obviously can’t have X or Y.
>Even Mary Marvel left even though her home is just as far a drive, but not MOTHERF#$KING, Third Wheel “I’m gonna buy Pokemon X on day one so I can talk about how much of a poorfag you are after a few days locked in my room to play it,” Willie.
>Well ain’t this some shit?!
>Might as well work on Anon Quest, since I’ll have the next five days to myself.
>Give an obligatory update that I’ll have something tomorrow, while also mentioning my situation to give a brief idea of how I’m doing in case there’s someone who’d be interested.
>In the sea of shitposting, Anon tells me, “Nobody cares. Stop shitposting, and post green, or get out of here.”
>WELL AINT THIS SOME SHIT?!
>Now, I know what some of you are thinking, “Creeper Jones, this series is supposed to be about Bronies, and the Otaku Club, you’re tapering into self-faggotry by not focusing on either.” Well, this isn’t the case.
>I mentioned last time that there was going to be the club’s second meeting last week, and that was on this very day.
>Man, we just pillin’ it on today. Ain’t we?
>Anyways, according to the site, the meeting was supposed to be in the evening, and I thought to myself, “Creeper Jones, there’s only seven people you’ve seen on campus, there is no meeting.”
>Eat a dick common sense, I promised I’d try to go the meeting, and I don’t break promises.
>After smuggling a gallon of milk and a dozen cookies from the dining hall (because smuggling is second nature for me), I went to the building where the meeting was supposed to take place.
>Sure enough, no one.
>Decide to explore just in case.
>Absolutely nothing.
>It’s then that I decide to start going through places I clearly shouldn’t, like offices, and storage closets.
>I like exploring places, to get an idea of every nook and cranny of where I go.
>It’s then that I find “it”.
>You see, the building I’m at has a massive rectangular broadcasting pillar that stands at least 40 feet in the air, and beyond the ceiling. It also possesses an imbedded set of metallic rungs for climbing, but the first six were removed to prevent anyone from climbing it. I always assumed this was a restricted area that was inaccessible, but sure enough, I found how to get there.
>Being the freerunning enthusiast I am, that pillar taunted me since day one, begging to be climbed.
>I had practiced my wall running starting a couple of weeks ago, but if I wanted to grab the first rung, I’d need to make it at least 5’5 feet from the ground.
>This was a rare opportunity, so I decided now would be the best of time as any to try it.
>First try, garbage.
>Second try, I didn’t grab it.
>Third try, OH GOD, MY ARM’S GOING TO COME OUT OF IT’S SOCKET!
>It’s a fact, that all of my strength goes into my lower body. I’ve got powerful legs that could rival, and even outrun most I went up against (odd considering I’m not even /fit/), yet I’d never lift, and never tried.
>I should’ve let go, but I’m an ignorant person, and my fingers wouldn’t loosen.
>Eventually, I got my other hand onto the ladder, and after desperately pushing upward, I actually managed to climb.
>It was then that I realized, I have the ability to make it to the top of the pillar.
>I didn’t reach the top though.
>I didn’t bring my phone with me to take photos, and if I get busted, I wanted to make sure I at least had photos.
>Doesn't help that I still have that crippling paranoia for heights, but that’s another story.
>Felt good for the next few hours, before the wiggers on my floor ruined my feels with their loud jungle music.
>No floor attendant means crank the music so the whole hall can hear it.
>Today was a “99 problems but a giant radio pillar ain’t one” day.
>tldr edition;
>Shit birthday
>No X &Y .
>All my friends are gone due to fall break.
>Otaku Club meeting.
>Not happening due to fall break.
>Explore building.
>Find pillar I’m not supposed to climb.
>Freerun up it.
>Jesus Christ my arm!
>Climb it anyways.
>Quit like a bitch before reaching the top because I forgot my camera.
>Fall in a bail of hay.
>Feel good anyways.
>Return to my dorm.
>WIGGERS!

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Creeper Jone's Autistic Adventure's in College

8/15/13
>Be Creeper Jones.
>Be ambiguous year in ambiguous college.
>Pre-popular self, trying to find his place in the world.
>Both roomates total jocks.
>Hiding power level like a champ.

>Walking through exploring college.
>See lanky guy with Derpy Hooves t-shirt.
>Not my cup of tea, but a breath of fresh air to see someone who’s into MLP.
>Casually say when passing, “Nice shirt.”
>Suddenly turns, and in a completely serious tone asks me, “You want one?”
>“N-nah, I’m good.”
>No spaghetti spilt, no shame for anyone, I walk away like nothing happened.

8/24/13
>Be me, about a week later.
>At a college fair.
>AWSNAPTHEYGOTAMECHANICALBULL!
>Guy comes from behind and asks if I’m planning on riding.
>Tell him, “eventually,” and he suggest doing the Velcro bounce wall on the other side of the fair.
>Begins telling story about his crotch getting stuck on the Velcro.
>Calls it “pelvic power”.
>Wut?
>Decide to do it in an effort to get away from this guy
>Pretty fun, I’d give it an 8.8.
>Quickly realize when coming down, he followed me.
>Guy is unavoidable somehow.
>After an hour, I see him again, when we pass a statue of a knight on a horse.
>He mentions his teacher made it.
>“Ya don’t say?”
>Tells me, to bro fist the horse, since it’s hoof is neck to me.
>Sure why not?
>Suddenly, “YOU ARE NOW ONE WITH THE BRONIES!”
>Rips his button clip shirt open, revealing his pale, shirtless chest, with a lanyard covered in mlp pins, pendants, and accessories.
>ClarkKentAintGotShitOnMe.jpg
>Suddenly realize, this is the same guy who had the Derpy Hooves shirt.
>Eyes widen, anticipating pure autism.
>No surprise, when it happens.
>Spend the next 20 minutes thinking of how to get out, but gradually reveal my knowledge without dropping pasta.
>Don’t want to seem rude, and I don’t want to make him uncomfortable.
>That strange feel when it ends with us having a meaningful conversation about the show, and a lot of the depressing undertones of Twilight, Spike, Celestia, and Trixie.
>Even more surprisingly, he didn’t recognize me even though, I’m the only other black guy at this college, and my voice is recognizably deep. His subconscious just sort of gravitated to me.
>Not sure if I want this guy as a friend or not.

8/25/13
>Next day.
>“Oh boy, I can’t wait to act like a lazy fatass and eat until I’m sick at the cafeteria.”
>It ain’t my fault, I only have one actual meal a day. Dinner is this time, and everything else is light snacking.
>Go to cafeteria.
>Closed because of a “Welcome Back Luau” happening in honor of the seniors.
>Eat there or starve…eat or starve…well, of to the Luau.
>Go to Luau.
>Get some food.
>Drop spaghetti trying to hula hoop.
>Get more food.
>Jesus Christ, it’s that brony guy again!
>How did you find me?!
>Begin awkward conversation.
>Guy introduces me to his “pegasisters”
>Both not so fat that there disgusting, but just fat enough to have that chubby chaser, pillowy status that makes me wanna stick my hands into them.
>I’d hit them twice nightly.
>“This is my friend ‘Creeper Jones’. He’s a brony too.
>Hnnnnn.
>Disguise, “I ain’t that autistic,” as “4chan doesn’t allow that word to be used,” and explain why.
>At least they (probably) won’t call me a brony if they find me again, which I’m sure they will.
>Begin talking with girls.
>Have conversation about my roommate having quiet awkward sex below my bunch after a nap, without realizing I was still on the top bunk, quietly on the laptop with headphones on. (I had to move around and clack the keys like a mofo to alert them…and it only resulted in them continuing even more quietly after a few mumbles…I left after a very awkward three minutes on the top bunk.)
>Just as awkward, and they are most comfortable talking with each other.
>One of the girls mentions how pony ears are her cutest accessory.
>Suddenly, spontaneous conversation about furries.
>One has the fursona of a cat, the other of a fox.
>OH GOD WHAT?!
>Desperate to change the conversation topic, I switch over to what OTHER shoes the guys like.
>They mention anime, and one of the girls actually runs the otaku club of our college.
>They now want me to join.
>…I dunno what I’m gonna do.

9/05/13
>Next week.
>I’ve got seven years of violin playing under my belt, and not a single string group on campus that I know about.
>Find out they were going to have all of the clubs on display in the quadrangle.
>This is my chance to see every radical club available (and only join two or three), buuut.
>“Hey Creeper, you should join us at the anime club.”
>Can’t drop spaghetti with the Brony Bunch, but I can’t miss this opportunity.
>Decide to get stealthy.
>Put on the jacket I’ve only worn once on campus.
>It stands out with its contrasting black and white scheme, but it’s the best option I got.
>80 degrees outside. Screw it, hood up.	
>Feeling like Ezio Auditore.
>People lucky they ain’t get stabbed.
>Stroll through groups with my head down.
>No orchestra, no string groups, no nothing.
>Join the art club, because it’s what I do #SAAiE.
>Continue through the many clubs, eventually getting close to reaching full circle.
>Finally, only a few booths from the end, I see the sparkles, and chibi plushies of the anime club in the nearby distance.
>It’s being led by one of the two girls I mentioned. She has blonde hair.
>I get quiet.
>Head down, hood covering as much as possible.
>I begin walking around the pillar, and with a small group of people.
>Going to make a massive circle away and back to recheck clubs.
>Come on, gotta blend!
>Suddenly, knife through the throat. The Templars role in their grave yuckin' it up.
>“Creeper? Creeper! Get over here!”
>Did I mention I’m one of three black guys in a university of at least 1200?
>Slowly and awkwardly turn my head, with the biggest poop face grin possible.
Heeeeeey.
>“Creeper, you promised you’d join.”
>I did?
>Darn it, I think I might have said, “I’ll think about it,” but I can’t back out now. I’ll look like the biggest ass if I don’t at least sign my name.
>Take my walk of shame to the list.
>Name.
>FB.
>What the heck is…oh, it’s facebook.
>Ha ha, no.
>E-mail.
>Shamefully write my campus e-mail.
>There was no orchestra, I’m now a member of the Otaku Club, and you wanna know the worst part…I actually walked back to correct my miswritten e-mail.
>Mr. Bones rapes my anus as I walk back to my dorm to proof read my Aussie Anon chapter.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2rwxs1gH9w

09/20/2013
>It’s surprising how peaceful this month has been.
>My encounter with the bronies has been minimal, the skin of my arm had finally healed from the free-running incident I never mentioned because it wasn’t important, I finally got a replacement phone that I’m sure is worse than my old one, and I went from sucking at basic Japanese, to being not quite as suck at basic Japanese.
>Best of all though, I’ve finally found that very special someone on campus that I can call my really good buddy.
>I haven’t dropped any names this whole time, and she’s not getting any special treatment.
>She really likes comics though, so let’s call her…Mary Marvel.
>Anyways, Mary’s an adorkable chubby girl who plays piano, loves Marvel, and draws all the time. Her hair is brunette, but died red by the ends, and she often wears heavy eyeliner, and an attire that has a heavy emphasis on black.
>If it weren’t for how pleb she is for not digging Batman, I’d give her the Robin Thicke treatment, and verbally rape her with my radio voice.
>I can see us playing beautiful music in the future though, if you know what I mean. (I…I’m a violinist.)
>We’ve been hanging out for almost a month, yet I didn’t feel the need to mention her…until today.
>Another day at the campus café.
>She sits alone, because she’s ridiculously anti-social (just how I like em’), to the point where she never gets deli wraps because she’s afraid of pestering the wrap guy with her own indecisiveness.
>Join her like always.
>Continue old conversation about that series I wanted to reboot; Hunters of Shadow; made in 2007, and staring some guy I made up called Creeper Jones. (I doubt you’ve heard of him.)
>Then transition into a little chit chat about the anime club.
>They’ve gotten their crap together, and are finally having their first meeting on the fifth of October, so I might as well mention it.
>Retell everything about the bronies, and my failed Assassin’s Creed emulaton, while still hiding my power level about the show.
>She’s totally cool with the fact I watch MLP though. I’m still hiding my power level about it, but still, why haven’t I railed this chick yet! (Because I respect women and abstain from pre-marital sex.)
>Suddenly, a buzzing sound comes into my ear.
>Sounds like a fly.
JESUS CHRIST, I HATE FLIES!!!
>Almost fall out of my chair, dropping spaghetti the entire time as I turn to see where the fly is.
>It…wasn’t a fly.
>It was the leader of the Otaku club, that blonde furry that I still don’t know how to feel about.
>She has a tendency to poke me in sensitive areas when she finds me at the café and I fail to notice.
>IT GETS ME EVERY DAMN TIME!!!
>“Oh, I’m sorry Creep,” she says in honest concern, “Did I scare you.”
Pff, nah, I just really don’t like flies.
>“Oh. Well, just wanted to say hi. I’ll see ya at the club next week.”
“Yup, see ya at the club!” I say as my shoes stain with tomato sauce.
>Mary asks, “Wait, THAT was the girl you were talking about?”
Yyyeah?
>“I live a couple doors from her. She has an amazing singing voice.”
>I soon realize, that Mary and Blondie are actually acquaintances, and Mary does in fact want to befriend her.
>Well…shit.
>On the upside, she later serenaded me with a surprisingly tolerable piano rendition of Justin Beiber’s baby song (which is weird because she doesn't care about him, and only knew the first half of it), and then a couple of Bo Burnham covers, which is amazing because I thought I was the only one that cared about him. Had a saucy duet of 'Love Is'. It would’ve been perfect if it weren’t for Third Wheel Willy, who showed up a few minutes before we left, and awkwardly joined us.
>Today was a Beiber Fever day.

10/05/2013

>Day, “blind as hell because my glasses disappeared in the filth of our room that my roommate doesn’t clean. I knew I should’ve gone with an apartment,” in college.
>I’m really digging Mary Marvel. She’s definitely a keeper all right.
>Just the other day, we had a hilarious conversation with Third Wheel Willy in our little cliché table about how comfortable we were talking to each other, and it ended with me and Mary talking about dick fencing with our eight foot long Johnsons, gushing through the ‘Grand Canyon’ periods, how the pokemon Flabebe is the most ghetto sounding thing ever, and how my anus is like a bag of paper leaves that an angry fifth grader kicks over because he had a rough day at school (my anus is actually very tight and well managed, but it was the kind of conversation where anything goes).
>Good times all around.
>Anyways, it’s October the Fifth, and according to my Japanese teacher, it’s the day of our first meeting.
>Now that I’ve had an ample amount of time to adjust, I think I might actually be a little less reluctant to go.
>Admittedly, I actually was in an anime club back in high school.
>It was admittedly just to put “I had a foreign language club” on my resume, but it was a great environment for me and my posse of pedophiles, creepers, and /tg/ers to hang out, and it was also where I met my really good buddy, the incredibly moe, “can I call you senpai”, scrawny, sensitive to the touch, sophomore ‘Poodle-Hair’ (our biggest similarity was that we were both too beta to ever ask each other on a date.)
>Maybe it wouldn’t be too bad.
>Maybe I’ll make some new buddies.
>Maybe I can try and get into anime again, which I haven’t since I was a young teen.
>Maybe I could sweep the whole brony thing under the rug even though I keep discovering more, including a black brony whose sits in front of me in my Japanese class.
>I’ll only find out though, if I actually try.
>What time is our meeting anyways?
>…
>Wasn’t there a site that had the time?
>Do a shit ton of digging because I barely remember what site it was.
>Find out that the club meeting was actually last week and there having another meeting next week.
>…Well then…guess I’ve got another week.
>The guys are going to give me so much shit for this if they find me between the week.
>Checking the schedule, I actually found out the first thing they watched last week was "Ookami Kodomo no Ame to Yuki" (Wolf Children Ame and Yuki). Not bad.
>I then found the welcome page.
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>There’s a gif of an anime cat playing on a keyboard.
>…Here comes the conflicting feelings again.

>Guess there’s nothing brony related to bring up this time. (S-sorry.)


10/12/2013
>Ya know how my skype says that my birthday’s on October the 1st 1990? (Probably not.) Well, surprisingly, that’s not accurate.
>October 1st is the birthday of the CHARACTER Creeper Jones, but the IRL me that created the persona, actually has a different birthday, and that’s today.
>It’s a Saturday.
>Fall Break has started, so I can actually go home.
>POKEMON X & Y OUR OUT!!!
>SWEET MOTHER OF BABY JESUS, THIS IS GOING TO BE HYPE!
>Car’s in no condition for the 4 hour trip to and back from campus.
>Most everyone else lives much closer, so the campus is now a ghost town.
>Due to conserving money for bills, I haven’t bought a 3DS, and obviously can’t have X or Y.
>Even Mary Marvel left even though her home is just as far a drive, but not MOTHERF#$KING, Third Wheel “I’m gonna buy Pokemon X on day one so I can talk about how much of a poorfag you are after a few days locked in my room to play it,” Willie.
>Well ain’t this some shit?!
>Might as well work on Anon Quest, since I’ll have the next five days to myself.
>Give an obligatory update that I’ll have something tomorrow, while also mentioning my situation to give a brief idea of how I’m doing in case there’s someone who’d be interested.
>In the sea of shitposting, Anon tells me, “Nobody cares. Stop shitposting, and post green, or get out of here.”
>WELL AINT THIS SOME SHIT?!
>Now, I know what some of you are thinking, “Creeper Jones, this series is supposed to be about Bronies, and the Otaku Club, you’re tapering into self-faggotry by not focusing on either.” Well, this isn’t the case.
>I mentioned last time that there was going to be the club’s second meeting last week, and that was on this very day.
>Man, we just pillin’ it on today. Ain’t we?
>Anyways, according to the site, the meeting was supposed to be in the evening, and I thought to myself, “Creeper Jones, there’s only seven people you’ve seen on campus, there is no meeting.”
>Eat a dick common sense, I promised I’d try to go the meeting, and I don’t break promises.
>After smuggling a gallon of milk and a dozen cookies from the dining hall (because smuggling is second nature for me), I went to the building where the meeting was supposed to take place.
>Sure enough, no one.
>Decide to explore just in case.
>Absolutely nothing.
>It’s then that I decide to start going through places I clearly shouldn’t, like offices, and storage closets.
>I like exploring places, to get an idea of every nook and cranny of where I go.
>It’s then that I find “it”.
>You see, the building I’m at has a massive rectangular broadcasting pillar that stands at least 40 feet in the air, and beyond the ceiling. It also possesses an imbedded set of metallic rungs for climbing, but the first six were removed to prevent anyone from climbing it. I always assumed this was a restricted area that was inaccessible, but sure enough, I found how to get there.
>Being the freerunning enthusiast I am, that pillar taunted me since day one, begging to be climbed.
>I had practiced my wall running starting a couple of weeks ago, but if I wanted to grab the first rung, I’d need to make it at least 5’5 feet from the ground.
>This was a rare opportunity, so I decided now would be the best of time as any to try it.
>First try, garbage.
>Second try, I didn’t grab it.
>Third try, OH GOD, MY ARM’S GOING TO COME OUT OF IT’S SOCKET!
>It’s a fact, that all of my strength goes into my lower body. I’ve got powerful legs that could rival, and even outrun most I went up against (odd considering I’m not even /fit/), yet I’d never lift, and never tried.
>I should’ve let go, but I’m an ignorant person, and my fingers wouldn’t loosen.
>Eventually, I got my other hand onto the ladder, and after desperately pushing upward, I actually managed to climb.
>It was then that I realized, I have the ability to make it to the top of the pillar.
>I didn’t reach the top though.
>I didn’t bring my phone with me to take photos, and if I get busted, I wanted to make sure I at least had photos.
>Doesn't help that I still have that crippling paranoia for heights, but that’s another story.
>Felt good for the next few hours, before the wiggers on my floor ruined my feels with their loud jungle music.
>No floor attendant means crank the music so the whole hall can hear it.
>Today was a “99 problems but a giant radio pillar ain’t one” day.

>tldr edition;
>Shit birthday
>No X &Y .
>All my friends are gone due to fall break.
>Otaku Club meeting.
>Not happening due to fall break.
>Explore building.
>Find pillar I’m not supposed to climb.
>Freerun up it.
>Jesus Christ my arm!
>Climb it anyways.
>Quit like a bitch before reaching the top because I forgot my camera.
>Fall in a bail of hay.
>Feel good anyways.
>Return to my dorm.
>WIGGERS!

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