I waited for ten minutes. The school gates loomed over me, the shadow created bars over my own. Seemed fitting since I will be stuck with the parents for a whole weekend. I planned to get plenty of money out of daddy anyway. Nerds skulked around trying to get a look at me. One clutched a notebook to his chest, and growled “one day.”
They are repulsive nerds. If any of them dared talk to me, I would have the whole football team beat them up, then pick the pocket protector wearing dorks off one by one as I destroy them all.
Twenty minutes, still no show. To really piss Dad off when he finally did show up, I unbuttoned the lower buttons of my blouse, and knotted it in my classic Kyla Vazquez style. Waiting really started to piss me off, having …Read more >
John Maciel made good on his deal. Just when I got back to my dorm room later that Wednesday after class, I found my room to be filled with all sorts of weapons. Enough for all the Nerds and Bullies to use. Spud Guns, Bottle-Rocket Guns, Paintball Guns, and BB guns. There was also enough ammo for all the guns too. After making a couple of calls, I got both cliques to carry out the weapons and ammo and take them to the school basement. It was nice for him to do this, but there had to be a reason he was helping me out, and I just found out what that reason was.
Today was Thursday, 6:50 PM. I was in the school basement in the area that the Bullies use as a hideout. It wasn’t all that bad, considering how there was a bed, a poker table, and a f…Read more >
Authors' Note: I'm keeping this really short. Trying to regain my footing when it comes to this kind of stuff. If it feels rushed, or insufficient that's because it is. I haven't written in quite a time when it comes to Fanfiction of any kind.
Detention, again. To Michael it was honestly the worst place he could be. Confined to one sweaty room, among other screwballs, and dorks who looked around and also wondered how they ended up stuck here. He moved, and fidgeted in his desk, the chair creaking beneath his weight. He couldn't sit still for very long and this sense of entrapment was beginning to play tricks on his mind.
"Sit still!" Mrs. Peabody snapped, pointing an old, wooden ruler his direction.
"Yes, ma'am." Michael replied, wryly. An…Read more >
brad is a meme
“C’mon… I think you’ve had enough to drink…”
Words followed by a stumble. An arm reaching out. A slump. Drowsy footsteps. A clatter. Laughter. A door slamming shut but, not in anger.
It was a little difficult to carry Edgar’s weight, they weighed about the same, even if Edgar had more muscle and a couple inches on him. The lack of balance didn’t help at all, and, even digging his feet into the dirt didn’t really help him.
“I don’ wanna go home…” he complained, steering away from Brad, setting off in another direction. Clumsy footsteps not indicating a clear one.
Panicked ones followed. Brad held onto him again. The fear a mix of logical and illogical. Blue Skies was dangerous. Edgar was the king. He was a target. He was in charge…Read more >
Just one night wouldn’t hurt.
Marnie was so tired of it sometimes. Miss Peabody wouldn’t let her change out of her uniform while she was on the clock. While the other girls all slipped into sweatpants and slippers, hung up their ties and let down their hair, there was Marnie. Stuffed into a blazer and an itchy wool skirt. Her feet ached in their scuffed penny-loafers. She could feel the elastic of her socks dig ruts into her skin. Maybe she did get her own room, and an extra free period, and all kinds of cushy perks - but, damn, sometimes a girl needed to just put her feet up for a bit.
She didn’t think her fake-cough was too convincing, but Mrs. Peabody let her go anyway. She’d looked up at Marnie, eyes narrowed into slits behind her thick,…Read more >
i wrote this ages ago its about brad/brandon/bradley/fuckboy
He could hear seagulls, flying overhead.
Moments later he saw them, white bodies barely visible against the misty morning beach sky. Back home he might’ve stressed about them pooping on him, but today he wasn’t home. He was alone. Blissfully, earth shatteringly, heartbreakingly alone.
He lay on the sand, arms splayed out, helpless like a fish out of water, which he guessed he was in a metaphorical sense. Nobody liked him at Bullworth. Not even the girls.
The damp sand was cool against his skin. The entire beach was brisk, given that it was closer to winter than summer. It felt as if the Earth were returning his hug, and he relished in it.
Waves crashing. Bullworth lake wasn’t…Read more >
Being in the cafeteria was my favorite place. My kingdom. My cheer uniform of pearl white and navy blue was my royal attire—I did wish it could be more revealing, but not everyone had the means to fill it out the way I do. The absolute center of attention, where everyone couldn’t help looking at me. Every time I turned around, I caught someone’s eye. They were all loser freaks, but they knew something absolutely gorgeous when they saw it.
One hand flat on the wooden surface of the table, I leaned closer to reach over with my other hand and stroked him on the bicep. “Casey, could you fetch my lunch for me?” I gave him a pout. Casey was putty in my hands. In a flirty whisper, I added, “I’m really hungry…”
Casey winked. “Anything you want, babe…Read more >
I'll start with a little update on my older stories; Behind The Mask is sorta on hold. To be honest, I'm feeling a little uninspired with the nerd arc, especially working off a plot plan I wrote over a year ago. So until I can sort something new out that reignites that spark of inspiration, it is on hold.
GOOD NEWS! I do have a new multi-chapter story in the works. It started off as a one-shot, but everything just snowballed from there and I felt more and more inspired. The story is called This Game We Play, and the protagonist is my own blackmailing bitch cheerleader Kyla Vazquez. It won't be as long as BTM, and I'll be very surprised if it stretches more than 10 chapters.
Title: This Game We Play
Synopsis: Kyla and Damon are perfectly mat…Read more >
She’d seen it happen from across the hall. Hopkins skulking around, baseball cap tugged down over his head, like she wouldn’t recognize him. He yanked down on the fire alarm, and walked away cool and slow, hands in his pockets. The screaming of the bell sent kids running out of classrooms, yelling.
“Who pulled that alarm!?”
“Johnny! A fire!”
Seth was patrolling that side of the downstairs corridors, but he hadn’t seen it. Marnie saw him trying to corrale a gaggle of greaser girls, who ducked out of his grasp and took off in the opposite direction. She grumbled to herself, loosening her striped red tie.
The main floor of the school was crowded with bodies, most of them shorter and smaller than she was, but she ran. She knew they’d move.
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The following day after the confrontation, the Jocks left a gift in front of the Observatory gates. The gift was nothing more than a small cassette tape from a camcorder. Luckily having one with them, the Nerds plugged it in into their and watched the horrific event unfold on the small screen.
The video displayed Jones as he was torn to pieces by Ted’s pet zombie dogs on the pool floor. They watched the whole thing. Watched as the Jocks pushed him down to the deep end; watched as he landed awkwardly down in the foot-deep water, possibly breaking his neck in the process; watched as the undead monsters pounced on their group member and tear his face off.
After watching the video, Algie and a few others could not stand to be in the same room as…Read more >
So I've already informed Soda about this but with everything that has transpired I have decided to create a whole new start here in regards to characters. I'm going about and slowly getting rid of characters. There are but six characters I'm keeping: Michael Jones, Nicole Borrego, Bradi McGuire, Ryan Irvin, Erick Boucher, and Gregory Todd. Every other character will be subject to subsequent termination. You can delete any character/clique I've previously created, or not. Either or works, but this is a new start to a new era of work I'll be starting soon.Read more >
idk how but i accidentally deleted the other one and created a user out of it so....
anyway the black book is where he rates his hook ups
kitty is cici's
“Jason,” Kitty screamed, jumping off the rollercoaster and running to his open arms, jumping up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He held onto her, smiling, a genuine one despite himself. “You gotta go on that ride. You’ll love it, I swear. I’ll even wait in line again with you,” she offered, giving him a tiny little grin.
“That’s thoughtful of you,” he replied, putting her down, a little bit self conscious of the display of affection. He glanced around, unsure of himself. He wasn’t supposed to do stuff like that. The closest Jason Griffith ever got to P.D.A. was sexual acts in…Read more >
A quick lil Marnie fic I wrote up a few nights ago. Thought I'd post it here too, to try to figure out how posting fic works on this site.
Marnie had torn up all the letters in her locker. The old fake love note trick had stopped being funny in seventh grade. She didn’t know who kept sending them - the handwriting was the same in each note, but she didn’t recognize it. It had been going on for almost two weeks. Whoever it was, she couldn’t wait to meet them. Harassment was grounds for punishment, and the Head’s office was at the top of two very steep flights of stairs. Accidents happened all the time at Bullworth.
She got another one that afternoon. Like all the others, it was written on blue-lined paper, folded into fourths. The handwriting…
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A Night To Remember
After Cameron made the suggestion, we went to the Shin Jo restaurant over near the waterfront. Like what she said, it was an all-you-can-eat buffet with lots of Japanese food to choose from. I got myself some sushi, onigri, and Japanese curry while Cameron got herself some tufo skin, jiaozi and mochi. This was my first time having Japanese food, so I was a bit nervous about trying something new. But after I gave each item on my plate a try, I was so surprised that I liked some of this stuff.
While we both sat in our seats eating our food with none other than chopsticks, we both talked and laughed about what was going on in our lives. “So, I found out that Debbie Monroe may be putting the moves on someone from the public s…Read more >
I have been thinking a lot about my writing lately, so I'm going to go ahead and give details on what's going to happen.
- First off, I'm going to be putting The Undead Side-Stories on hold once I get The Split-Up completed, which God knows when I may get that one completed. When I first started the anthology series right after completing Bully: The Undead Story, I saw it as another way of exploring and fleshing out the outbreak even more. It was exciting at first, but I pretty much lost my spark for writing it. I may get back to it in the near future once I get that spark back, but in the meantime don't expect a new short story once I get through with the current one.
- I don't know if you read my short story back in January, but it was The Bug…
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Today was Tuesday, and the best holiday out of all of them besides Christmas: Halloween. After getting a heads-up from George yesterday about his leader wanting to meet, I finally got the phone call right after my last class of the day. I regrouped with Cameron and we started making our way to the Bullies’ hideout in Bullworth Town. According to Cameron, they liked to hang out at an abandoned motel right near a railroad overpass that separate the downtown district from New Coventry, a crime-infested ghetto which I had yet to explore myself. Cameron offered to drive me over to the motel, but instead we took my car. I had to go fill it up with gas later after I meet up with Taylor Northrop.
“An abandoned motel? That’s a very weird place for a…Read more >
This started off as a letter being written by Kyla telling her family she hated them, and then evolved into this. I kept the title, 'cause it is so Kyla.
I lay on my bed, magazines spread out in front of me. Gazing over my idols; Gucci, Prada, Chanel, Dolce and Gabbana, and all the rest. Proper fashion gods. Immortalized in the glossy pages of fashion magazines. Who needs a stupid book, when you can look over this season’s fashion and know who to laugh at tomorrow?
I was distracted by the jingle-jangle of the door brushing against the windchimes I strategically placed above the door frame.
“Get the hell out my room!” I shouted at the little monster in the doorway.
She stood there looking up with her brown eyes, small hand holding the corner o…
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Author's Notes: Putting my money where my mouth is, here's a fic of none other than Roxy Smith! Hope you guys enjoy. And as always, crit and comments are welcome :)
Today was officially the day Roxanne Smith’s teenage life ended.
Before her, stood the cheerleaders, and in the middle of their prettied, primped selves, stood Mandy Wiles, the Queen Bitch to end all of Queen Bitches.
The girls laughed and giggled, but not at Roxy’s poor, beet red face (they will soon, though, when they realize she had been staring at them in abject horror for the past half hour). They laughed at the way Mandy read out Miss Smith’s diary. An over exaggerated British accent, a barely contained giggle, “And how I do love the way Larry looks when he’s working! It’s so…
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"Situated right between the asylum and the football field was the observatory, a haven to the "intellectual elite." Or as the rest of the school called them; Nerds. I don't know what was worse. The fact that I left behind a group of friends who had my back, or that people now thought I was one of them. Most people get paid at least five bucks an hour to babysit, and that is one kid. I've now got ten, most of whom have all book smarts and no common sense. Why did I have to go to Dragon's Wing that day? Why couldn't I just snag a comic from the common room?
I looked in the mirror and felt the self-respect just catapult itself out my body.
An itchy green sweater over a long sleeved white top. Light brown almost yellow slacks with brown suspende…
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Word started to spread across campus about what I did at the football game. Everyone was talking about what I did, and I mean everyone. Everywhere on campus, all I heard people talk about what either how badly I hurt the Jocks and their reputation, how I messed up game night, or even how much Jake wanted to hurt me. A lot of the non-clique students looked at me in surprised as I marched down hallways, the Nerds gave me high-fives, and even a few of the Bullies, with one of them being George, congratulated me in person.
“Much respect”, George tells me. “I can’t even hate on you for helping them collect their money. Taking on an entire football team, that is fucking awesome”. “Thanks, dude”, I said as we fist bump. “Our leader, Tyler Northrop…Read more >
All of my stories have been on hold for the time being, because most of you know I've been writing The Last of Us fanfics on my Fanfiction.net account instead, also didn't seem right writing the stories if I couldn't post page updates on here. I do plan to work on my Bully fics again, but after giving it a lot of thought, I'm going to post the stories on my FF.Net account instead. Mostly because it will be easier for me, and I'll have much more freedom with the content.
In the next few weeks, the following changes will happen;
- Behind The Mask will have a bit of a rewrite. Mostly adding some darker themes, because I always wanted to explore aspects of his troubled child hood more, but thought it would be a bit too dark for here. Also, writin…
For the next three days after my meeting with Craig in his dorm room, the Nerds started waging a prank war against the Jocks. You couldn’t believe what all happened during those three days. First, the Nerds rigged several footballs with fire crackers, causing severe injuries amongst the Jocks. Then they tampered with the Jocks’ sports cooler, causing some of them to get sick, causing some of them to miss the game Friday night. Lastly, they laid out marbles on the field, causing anyone practicing on the field to trip and injure themselves. They did almost everything that the Nerds did twenty years ago. Hell, even Craig himself told me that he had a special message on the scoreboard, ready to be broadcast Friday night.
The Jocks retaliated, j…Read more >
The days flew by as Michael was stuck in his antisocial rut. The weather was beginning to get warmer, the days got longer but none of it really meant anything. When Michael wasn't in class, or training, he'd come back to his dorm room to drink and think on about the good old days when the guys would come over and they'd do something wicked, and fun. C-Money would nag Michael and Greg would recommend doing something completely crazy. He missed those days.
Now it felt like he was the last of his group. Their standing friendships have disintigrated as they all assimilated to other menial tasks. Greg and C-Money were at college, as was Nicole, Bradi and Jimmy were the midst of love, and then there was Edgar. He was the only one Michael ever re…Read more >
I am absolutely distraught to hear of the passing of a Grunge icon in Chris Cornell. I never thought it would come, in all honesty. After Scott I thought the other two were safe but now that Chris is gone I'm not sure as to what I should be thinking right now. This is just a horrible day.Read more >
It seems like we get hit with this entourage of Bully 2 rumors that strikes up almost yearly. According to a trusted member of the GTA Forums Bully 2 will enter its final phase of production before initial release after the Red Dead Redemption 2 release. I find these rumors to be tiresome, honestly. The rumor carries more weight than the previous ones we've gotten over the years due to this user apparently being a Rockstar insider, but beyond that I just don't think there's much to really go by.
Would you guys like a sequel to Bully? I will say it was my favorite game on the PS2, besides San Andreas and Mercenaries, but a decade gone by has eroded any real excitement I've had for a sequel. Of course if the follow up game was announced I'd …Read more >
So you want to write a character? Good, I love making characters, and I love making sure they're good characters to boot. This a new and improved, quick-start writing guide to creating cohesive, interesting and well-balanced characters. The important part of any story (whether it's RP or fanfic) is of course, the characters. In any video game, movie or novel, what drives the story is the cast of characters. What makes people want to see the story till the end are the trials and tribulations that the characters face in order to reach their goal.
Throughout this guide, we'll go through my personal process of how I personally create a character. There will be examples and writing guides and outside sources that I'll link to, as well! I've been …
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As everyone has noticed, I disappeared for quite a while. The problem is with logging in, and some stuff with my computer. I probably won't be able to log in for a while after today.
My stories aren't abandoned, I do plan to post them and slightly rewrite them on Fanfiction.net. Most of you know my ff account pen name, so drop me a message some time! My characters aren't abandoned either. The Saints Row crossover I started is planned for a rewrite and to be posted hopefully soon, but it will lose all traces of the Bully part of the story.
I do still keep up with everyone's stories, when I can get on BFW.
So how is everyone? (I'll still be able to see comments, just not reply.)Read more >
Hey, I'm sorry for my absence once again. College is really hitting me hard. As of right now, I'm in the middle of a research paper for my English class, so I couldn't get around to writing more of both The Undead Side-Stories and Transferred To Bullworth, which kinda upsets me as I really wanted to continue to explore more of what Greg will do in the chapters to follow since the end of the first act.
I don't know the next time I will come back on here, but hopefully it won't be too much longer. Then again, it will too be short-lived as I just signed up for the summer semester. Sociology, I don't know anything about it, but it's one of my classes for the summer. I hope you guys are doing okay and are still writing even in the mist (don't kn…Read more >
The two freaks then got on the bike in an attempt to escape. "Quick, get on my bike", Peanut shouted as the thieves were escaping. They rode the bike towards the area which I presumed was the industrial park. I and Peanut followed them. Those bastards, how dare did they steal my(or should I say Kevin's?) bike? We chased them all the way to a road in front of an asylum before we finally caught upto to them and I was able to land a punch on the black guy riding the bike. They lost control and crashed the bike. Thankfully, the bike wasn't damaged much. We stopped our bike and decided to teach those punks a lesson. I tackled the tall guy while Peanut took on the shorter one. I smashed that guy's head on the ground and punched him untill he se…Read more >
Cameron and I both waited a couple of weeks till I felt a lot better before setting our plan in motion. I still had some stitches in me, but that wasn’t going to be holding me back. I wanted revenge on Jake for what he did, and I wasn’t going to let some stitches get in the way. Apart from them, I was back to normal. I should have them removed any day now.
But that wasn’t my concern right now. What I needed to begin my quest for revenge was the help of Craig, and I haven’t seen him since the night of the football game. He must be hiding from me, thinking that I want his head on a stick or something. I need his help and support on my plans, or else I may as well kiss my plans good-bye. Luckily, at least the Nerds were still found around the…Read more >
Tensions between the Nerds and Jocks were at an all-time low, even before Jimmy Hopkins enrolled at Bullworth Academy. Then after the Bullworth Academy riots, the hostility between the two groups came to a sudden end. It seemed like things were finally getting resolved, but then the zombie outbreak happened and the two cliques were at each other’s throats again.
Ted Thompson wanted the Nerds’ Observatory for his crew, but the Nerds didn’t want to give it up without a fight. Earnest Jones, who still had control of the clique at the time, thought he had the upper-hand of the situation.
He was wrong.
“Where is Jones? He was supposed to be a while ago”, Earnest says out-loud. Algie Papadopoulos, who was sitting with Earnest inside the Observ…Read more >
This weekend, I'm not going to post any chapters for any stories. There's supposed to be a storm coming, and not to mention some very cold weather. With how I have the worst electricial company in the state of North Carolina and how odds are that the electricity will go out since someone is always crashing into a powerline pole along the road that I live right next to, it's just best if I didn't write anything this weekend.
Don't worry though, I do plan on writing something for next weekend. In fact, I plan to release the next short story in The Undead Side-Stories on Sunday, January 15, depending on whether I can get it done or not. I'm supposed to be starting college up again Monday, so I hope that I can manage both college and my writing…Read more >
So like I said back in one of my previous blogs, My Story Ideas For 2017, I said I was going to be doing another anthology-based story like The Undead Side-Stories. Well, here you go. This one-shot is loosely based on an incident that happened on my bus when I was in the 8th grade. Some of these characters are based on my fellow classmates at the time. I don't know if Bully Fanon Wiki has any rules about using real people in fanfiction based on past experiences. In case there's a rule saying that the use of real people in a fanfic in a negative light is cyber-bullying, I pretty much made the characters in the story LOOSELY based on them and changed their names to protect them. Some of this stuff is more or less exaggerated,…Read more >
Memoirs Of The Past
I got released from the hospital on Sunday afternoon at around 4:00 PM. After the beating that I took from the Greasers, my doctor told me that it would be best for me to stay out of class for a few days just to take it easy, which was fine enough by me. I didn’t want to go to a classroom setting where everyone was just going to stare at me for two and a half hours.
For most of Monday, I spend a lot of my time in bed. I was either asleep or lying in bed and just staring at the ceiling, thinking about how Jake and his crew is just getting away with what they did to me. It was so seriously messed up, I have half a mind to beat all those fucking apes. Regardless of whether I wanted to beat them or not, I had to take my cond…Read more >
After everything that happened at the football game, I had a rough night filled with awful dreams. I couldn’t help but dream about that one kid that killed himself. His numb body lying on the ground right next to the bottle of pills that he desperately swallowed just to “escape” his life and what was to come of it. I kept seeing myself there, in that bathroom with him. After his parents opened the door and saw me, just as they put their phones out to call the police, I wake in some very cold sweat.
After maybe the third time that this happened, I turned to my alarm clock and saw that it was 10:30 AM. Thank God that it was a Saturday, otherwise I would have been late for class. I got up from my bed, noticing that I was still in my d…Read more >
I have never felt more rotten than I have at that moment in my life. Seeing all those booing me and throwing their refreshments at me. All for something that I never meant to happen. Now I could never show my face around Bullworth ever again.
After running away from the football field, I went straight to my room. I didn’t bother changing into clean clothes; rather, I laid on my bed wearing my uniform, which was covered in some ketchup and mustard stains from some of the hotdogs thrown at me. I didn’t bother taking my shoes off either. In fact, I didn’t bother doing anything. All I wanted to do was to lay in my bed and just lay there till I slowly die from starvation.
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With the holidays inbound I wanted to wish everyone here on the wiki happy holidays! Hopefully everything has been going well for you all and continues to go well. Before I start back up my spring semester of college in the next few weeks I wanted to ask you all a few questions while I have the time.
Has anyone seen or planning on going to see Rogue One? As a Star Wars, nerd, I was wondering what your guy's opinion is on the first of the spinoff films. Personally I really enjoyed watching it. While Empire Strikes Back will always be my favorite, this film is close to being my second favorite. I know that some people did not enjoy it due to it being more darker, although I felt that they forgot it's around the premise of a war film. I felt i…Read more >
After making Jake’s package full of weed explode in his clubhouse last night, he told me that he would do something to me that cause me to never show my face again. Putting two and two together, the only way that he could do that is if he gets Craig to show them my permanent record. I cannot allow them to see what I did back at my old school. I’ll have to find Craig before the Jocks do, but the thing is I haven’t seen him all day. I usually spot him before class and during lunch, but today I have not seen him at either time. I just hope the Nerds know where he is. I must find him.
So once my last class of the day and week was finally over, I rushed out as quick as I could out of the classroom and out of the Main Building. Today w…Read more >
New Coventry in early 2006 was a hotbed of criminal manifestations, and a developing ecosystem of drug usage. Compared to the lavish Old Bullworth Vale to the west, this was a haven of gangsters, and troublemakers. It was here that two lowly figures, uprooted from their ostensibly poor homelife, and empty upbringings turned to one another for stable support.
Gregory Todd was always an odd kid, underweight, his face ridden with pimples, his voice too high pitched to be manly. His parents called a quits shortly after he finished the 8th grade, and he stayed with his dad because his mom didn't want him. Of course his father didn't really wish to harbor him either, but one of them had to settle for the divorce to materialize.
Gregory's dad came…Read more >
It was just as I suspected. Jake did not take kindly to Cameron breaking up with him the next day, and he blew up in front of her out in the hallway. First, he accused her of being “an ungrateful bitch”, and then he went on to tell her how much more fun Debbie was and that he was already through with her before Debbie came along. Everyone in the entire hallway, including myself and a few teachers, saw how angry he was when he stormed off. A week has pass, and everyone has been suffering since. The extortion prices skyrocketed to $200 per clique, the Greasers were heavily punished for their ambush the other week, and more than ever Craig and the Nerds was receiving the short end of the stick. More beatings, more wedgies, more humil…Read more >
Hey everybody, it’s TheToughGuy. I know: long time, no see. Anyway, I’m going to give you guys some idea of what 2017 will be like for me on here.
Firstly, I’m going to at least wrap up The Undead Side-Stories during the new year. I probably only have about two-three more short stories to tell anyway. Plus, compared to the original story, Bully: The Undead Story, I’m not really feeling the same excitement that I felt before. I guess anthologies aren’t my thing, but I will be giving it one more try though (you’ll find out the more you read this notice). But tell me what you guys thought of The Undead Side-Stories so far. I really would like your guys’ feedback.
Secondly, I’m sadly not going to start the one story that I said I would start on. You …Read more >
So something amazing has happened today, and from the looks of it Rockstar has remembered us Bully fans. Sadly no, they did not confirm Bully 2; however, if you want to play the game on the go, then you’re just in luck. Rockstar has just confirmed Bully: Anniversary Edition for mobile devices. In fact, it’s out now in some app-stores like Google Play. I don’t know much about its release other than that it’s a port of Scholarship Edition (lucky for those who haven’t played that version of the game).
I will provide you with the link to the video just for you guys to watch.
Also, if any of you are following SWEGTA by any chance, he made a video about the release as well. Here’s the link right now:
https://www.…Read more >
I decided to refine my current OCs on the wikia before working on more. Expect new yearbook pictures and updated pages.
Also I set up a discord server for Bully lovers, it's also a good way to keep in touch with me, I'm online almost everyday. - - > https://discord.gg/zrvqTbyRead more >
Michael stumbled out of bed, rubbing the sleep particles embedded in his eyes out. He looked over at the empty bed and felt a disgusting sensation in his stomach. Charles was gone, left, fled. Whatever happened it happened so quick.
One day they were simply hanging out, but Charles grew on the ire of everyone it seems and it ended in an altercation between Charles and Jimmy. Now Charles was gone, leaving a brief parcel debriefing his friends, and disappearing into the night.
Michael walked towards the grimey window, caked in dirt, and stared off into the night. Hoping to see his best friend standing there, smoking weed and laughing, writing his essays and having a good time. All he saw was the ever relevant darkness, the deep depression of …Read more >
Bradi and Michael never fought, never. Wasn't bred into them. They were never uprooted from their friendship in such a way. It was a shock to both of them that they had been fighting. A week down and not a word exchanged between them. You could even assume that their friendship was over as they both avoided one another.
Michael's brown eyes never met with Bradi's blue eyes during this time. Any time spent around one another garnered elusive gazes. They still assembled in the cafeteria with their mutual allies, but did not speak once. It was odd that none of their other friends really caught onto this developing vexation.
"... And that's how it happened!" Michael finished up with a joke, causing uproarious laughter from everyone. Save for B…Read more >
The onset of days since the New Years Party, and Michael's subsequent vengence against Tad for making Charles go off like that were uneventful. Charles avoided the group for much of this time. Their gatherings in the cafeteria were missing their core element. Michael had to make due entertaining everyone in the group. Most of them were saddened at the departure of their friend.
The snow was still in measurable supply, Crabblesnitch had to conjure up a rule dedicated to keeping students away from the snow. It was ankle deep and students trudged through it to get to their classes.
The Greasers sought Michael's help in engaging in a monetary brawl in New Coventry but Michael wanted no part in this one, it wasn't beneficial.
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SEPTEMBER 7th, 2004, 10:55 AM, BULLWORTH, CONNECTICUT. . .
The tinted windows of the Stretch limo passed through the quiet town of Bullworth, with curious passerby hoping to themselves that a celebrity was finally moving into their boring little suburbia. What they didn't know was that Bullworth Academy was gaining a new student, a student who would help leave their own legacy at Bullworth for years to come. His name is Dominic Hall, a quiet fourteen year old boy hoping to start fresh even if it wasn't by choice. He needed this, and his family knew it.
Standing at 5'6, he wasn't the most physically intimidating person you could run into. He had dark shaggy hair, light brown eyes, an Evil Dead t-shirt, black skinny jeans, and a pair of check…Read more >
Do you people know what today is? If not, let me tell you.
Today is the 10-year anniversary of one of our favorite games from Rockstar Games. Today is the day that the game came out and, while not as popular as the Grand Theft Auto series, earned itself a fanbase that’s probably still growing to this day. Today is the 10-year anniversary of Bully.
It’s hard to believe that the game is 10 years old today (man, do I feel old). I remember the first time that I actually played the game. I got it for the Christmas of 2006 and I was excited to play it. I didn’t know much about the game except that it was created from the same people that made GTA and I really loved the GTA series. I really wanted to play it, but the PlayStation 2 that I had at the time w…Read more >
So here I am, coming to you with something new. It'll be titled 'Four Friends' and it follows the story of four close friends, a member of each clique at Bullworth, as they go through High School. The story will begin in 1978, as Tyson Freedman (Greaser), Joe Black (Jock), Cathy Lamere (Prep), and Landon Reno (Nerd) try to keep their friendship strong.
Close friends since grade school they formed a pact that they would always be friends. Now newly cemented Freshman, they will try and survive together, as friends dealing with clique politics, diverting interests, and also events that will challenge them, and their code of friendship.Read more >
- Note: I know I said that I was going to write this around 2 months ago, although I've been rather busy with college (if you wish to inquire about it, I'll tell you) and I have some relative free time to at least start on this. Plus, my dumbass self forgot the password again so I had to reset my password yet again. I wrote it down though so I shouldn't forget it anymore. Anyway, on with the chapter*
The day after I was jumped by the Greasers I felt like absolute crap. When I woke up, I looked in the mirror and saw that my left eye was swollen. Thankfully, that was the only damage done to my face. My body was not so lucky. I had bruises and welts all across my chest and arms. I've wore long sleeve shirts to hide this. Whenever the other Preps…
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