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Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / "Funny" moments?

« on: July 11, 2003, 03:48:00 PM »

I know some of you people in here have had it very hard...but some of the expeariances I look back on are...actually pretty funny.

I was in a group meeting, and wasnt listening at all. In my mind I was acting out the method to take apart an ak-74, just out of bordom. I slipped up when I made a hand movement to put back in the bolt of the invisible ak-74 in my lap. A leader exploded at me, yelling
"WHAT in the HELL are you doing?!?"
Everyone stopped...it was quite scary for a few seconds. I said in my most calm voice. "I am putting back the bolt on a ak-74 in my lap, which is in my mind now." The man looked confused....and backed off..

Through that little thing got me in trouble big time, it was fun to see FEAR in this little bastards eyes!

Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Tranquility bay survivor

« on: July 11, 2003, 03:40:00 PM »

stepped off onto the hot tarmac runway in July of 2000, escorted by police to the "resort." My parents had tricked me. I was 17 at the time, and they were going through a devorce, and I stayed in my room for quite a long time just by myself....they thought I was rebelling...so they sent me to Tranquility. I had heard of the facility in 1998, but didnt think much of it, I actually thought it was a nice teenage retreat. I quickly learned that I was very wrong. As soon as I got on the grounds, I made up my mind. I would not give into anything they tried against me. I will fight. And I will win.

I quickly found myself slammed onto a tile floor the following day, in something they called "OP."
I quickly moved myself into a military mindset. I had been tought by my cousin (Current US MARINE) 4 forms of hand to hand combat, and mental training. A few minuites earlier I had rolled my eyes at a leader. The people who were watching me began to scream, asking my why I did it. I grinned.

I screamed my name, my cousins rank, then his serial number, the automatic response for any soldier in captivity. Any questing they hit me with, they got the same answer. I was two weeks in OP, before they let me go because I gave an answer.

I guess I was the perfect model "student" at the facility. I made sure everything was strait, clean, and military-like every day, when I woke up, or when I went to sleep. I quickly gained level 2.

Slam. On the floor again, slapped with a Cat 3 at Level 3, which brung me back to level 1. This time it was for punching a level 6 for calling me a no-good-slacker, who would never be accepted into the military. (This is a huge insult to me, all the males in my family are in the military) I got 2 months in OP...he got a broken nose..it was worth it.

I liked having level 4. I got to walk around the perimiter of the facility, but I rarely did that. I stood in an open space, for everyone to see, and did 150 pushups, and 200 situps. Im a pretty strong guy, and still am. I guess a guy didnt like my show of personal body showoff, so at the following meeting, they critizied me for being a showoff. I looked around in the group. I swear...I was twice as big and probably 20 times as strong as every person in that room....I wanted to hurt them so bad...

I soon got level 5. During these times I knew it was close to my 18th birthday. I was out..almost free. I spent my time just...thinking. I have a nack for looking at a gun, and being able to break it down almost immediatly, and naming all the parts, and slamming it back together. I repeated the steps about 100 times in my head, for over 1,500 weapons...I got cought when I was subconsiously making a move to slam the reciever bolt on a ak-74 back into place with my hands...5 days in OP.

Two days before I could go home. And I was shitting EVERYONE in that entire place. I was faking it...and I am WINNING. I had gained the Level of 6...and they acctually let me go to the bathroom by myself! I walked in on a Level 2 that was by himself...masturbaiting. I wasnt phased at all, it was completely normal. But a leader came in looking for him, and saw me looking at the kid caught with his pants down. I had to issue punishment. I let the kid off easy. I had wisperd in his ear a few moments later before we came outside. "Look, just do the work, and put on a good show" I made him run 5 100 foot sprints, and do 30 pushups. He did all of that fine, I could tell, and he did put up a good show of fake-panting for the leader.

I was punished many more times at Tranquihell than the times I have told above...they are to horrible or embarasing to mention...but I might tell the tale one day.

I was released one day after my 18th birthday, with a release charge of $50 US. I came home, my parents didnt divorce, and I am completely unphased by this camp. I won, they lost. I did pin my dad to the ground a few times in revenge (in a nice way) The only thing I got out of the camp? The want to freaking open up a can of kick-ass on the leaders that punished me there...

I reposted this here so more people may see.

Open Free for All / Tranquility bay survivor.

« on: July 11, 2003, 02:43:00 PM »

I stepped off onto the hot tarmac runway in July of 2000, escorted by police to the "resort." My parents had tricked me. I was 17 at the time, and they were going through a devorce, and I stayed in my room for quite a long time just by myself....they thought I was rebelling...so they sent me to Tranquility. I had heard of the facility in 1998, but didnt think much of it, I actually thought it was a nice teenage retreat. I quickly learned that I was very wrong. As soon as I got on the grounds, I made up my mind. I would not give into anything they tried against me. I will fight. And I will win.

I quickly found myself slammed onto a tile floor the following day, in something they called "OP."
I quickly moved myself into a military mindset. I had been tought by my cousin (Current US MARINE) 4 forms of hand to hand combat, and mental training. A few minuites earlier I had rolled my eyes at a leader. The people who were watching me began to scream, asking my why I did it. I grinned.

I screamed my name, my cousins rank, then his serial number, the automatic response for any soldier in captivity. Any questing they hit me with, they got the same answer. I was two weeks in OP, before they let me go because I gave an answer.

I guess I was the perfect model "student" at the facility. I made sure everything was strait, clean, and military-like every day, when I woke up, or when I went to sleep. I quickly gained level 2.

Slam. On the floor again, slapped with a Cat 3 at Level 3, which brung me back to level 1. This time it was for punching a level 6 for calling me a no-good-slacker, who would never be accepted into the military. (This is a huge insult to me, all the males in my family are in the military) I got 2 months in OP...he got a broken nose..it was worth it.

I liked having level 4. I got to walk around the perimiter of the facility, but I rarely did that. I stood in an open space, for everyone to see, and did 150 pushups, and 200 situps. Im a pretty strong guy, and still am. I guess a guy didnt like my show of personal body showoff, so at the following meeting, they critizied me for being a showoff. I looked around in the group. I swear...I was twice as big and probably 20 times as strong as every person in that room....I wanted to hurt them so bad...

I soon got level 5. During these times I knew it was close to my 18th birthday. I was out..almost free. I spent my time just...thinking. I have a nack for looking at a gun, and being able to break it down almost immediatly, and naming all the parts, and slamming it back together. I repeated the steps about 100 times in my head, for over 1,500 weapons...I got cought when I was subconsiously making a move to slam the reciever bolt on a ak-74 back into place with my hands...5 days in OP.

Two days before I could go home. And I was shitting EVERYONE in that entire place. I was faking it...and I am WINNING. I had gained the Level of 6...and they acctually let me go to the bathroom by myself! I walked in on a Level 2 that was by himself...masturbaiting. I wasnt phased at all, it was completely normal. But a leader came in looking for him, and saw me looking at the kid caught with his pants down. I had to issue punishment. I let the kid off easy. I had wisperd in his ear a few moments later before we came outside. "Look, just do the work, and put on a good show" I made him run 5 100 foot sprints, and do 30 pushups. He did all of that fine, I could tell, and he did put up a good show of fake-panting for the leader.

I was punished many more times at Tranquihell than the times I have told above...they are to horrible or embarasing to mention...but I might tell the tale one day.

I was released one day after my 18th birthday, with a release charge of $50 US. I came home, my parents didnt divorce, and I am completely unphased by this camp. I won, they lost. I did pin my dad to the ground a few times in revenge (in a nice way) The only thing I got out of the camp? The want to freaking open up a can of kick-ass on the leaders that punished me there...

I reposted this here so more people may see.

Straight, Inc. and Derivatives / Tranquility Bay survivor

« on: July 11, 2003, 04:09:00 AM »

I stepped off onto the hot tarmac runway in July of 2000, escorted by police to the "resort." My parents had tricked me. I was 17 at the time, and they were going through a devorce, and I stayed in my room for quite a long time just by myself....they thought I was rebelling...so they sent me to Tranquility. I had heard of the facility in 1998, but didnt think much of it, I actually thought it was a nice teenage retreat. I quickly learned that I was very wrong. As soon as I got on the grounds, I made up my mind. I would not give into anything they tried against me. I will fight. And I will win.

I quickly found myself slammed onto a tile floor the following day, in something they called "OP."
I quickly moved myself into a military mindset. I had been tought by my cousin (Current US MARINE) 4 forms of hand to hand combat, and mental training. A few minuites earlier I had rolled my eyes at a leader. The people who were watching me began to scream, asking my why I did it. I grinned.

I screamed my name, my cousins rank, then his serial number, the automatic response for any soldier in captivity. Any questing they hit me with, they got the same answer. I was two weeks in OP, before they let me go because I gave an answer.

I guess I was the perfect model "student" at the facility. I made sure everything was strait, clean, and military-like every day, when I woke up, or when I went to sleep. I quickly gained level 2.

Slam. On the floor again, slapped with a Cat 3 at Level 3, which brung me back to level 1. This time it was for punching a level 6 for calling me a no-good-slacker, who would never be accepted into the military. (This is a huge insult to me, all the males in my family are in the military) I got 2 months in OP...he got a broken nose..it was worth it.

I liked having level 4. I got to walk around the perimiter of the facility, but I rarely did that. I stood in an open space, for everyone to see, and did 150 pushups, and 200 situps. Im a pretty strong guy, and still am. I guess a guy didnt like my show of personal body showoff, so at the following meeting, they critizied me for being a showoff. I looked around in the group. I swear...I was twice as big and probably 20 times as strong as every person in that room....I wanted to hurt them so bad...

I soon got level 5. During these times I knew it was close to my 18th birthday. I was out..almost free. I spent my time just...thinking. I have a nack for looking at a gun, and being able to break it down almost immediatly, and naming all the parts, and slamming it back together. I repeated the steps about 100 times in my head, for over 1,500 weapons...I got cought when I was subconsiously making a move to slam the reciever bolt on a ak-74 back into place with my hands...5 days in OP.

Two days before I could go home. And I was shitting EVERYONE in that entire place. I was faking it...and I am WINNING. I had gained the Level of 6...and they acctually let me go to the bathroom by myself! I walked in on a Level 2 that was by himself...masturbaiting. I wasnt phased at all, it was completely normal. But a leader came in looking for him, and saw me looking at the kid caught with his pants down. I had to issue punishment. I let the kid off easy. I had wisperd in his ear a few moments later before we came outside. "Look, just do the work, and put on a good show" I made him run 5 100 foot sprints, and do 30 pushups. He did all of that fine, I could tell, and he did put up a good show of fake-panting for the leader.

I was punished many more times at Tranquihell than the times I have told above...they are to horrible or embarasing to mention...but I might tell the tale one day.

I was released one day after my 18th birthday, with a release charge of $50 US. I came home, my parents didnt divorce, and I am completely unphased by this camp. I won, they lost. I did pin my dad to the ground a few times in revenge :smile: (in a nice way) The only thing I got out of the camp? The want to freaking open up a can of kick-ass on the leaders that punished me there...