You are a typical male teen…well maybe not entirely typical. In your current state you aren't very popular in school. Sometimes you feel left out of things, particularly social gatherings involving girls. Maybe being popular would makes things easier and make you happier, but then you also wonder if you even belong here, as you have a hard time relating to people sometimes.

Well, what are YOU going to do about it?

You mope about it, but don't actually do anything because that might take some effort

Oh you're so complex and nobody understands you. Or more likely nobody even cares.

In any case you become withdrawn and start dressing in black constantly. You stay in your room a lot with the shades drawn and the lights low and don't move too much.

Once a day your mother dusts you and leaves some food and drink by your bed.
Once a week your father takes your pulse to make sure you're actually still alive.

In school you're a little more active, (Well you DO still have to walk to class) but not much. You're about as popular as you were before, but now you have the added bonus of being known as that "creepy guy". Folks sometimes whisper things about you, most of them quite amusing to people other than yourself. Oddly you aren't physically bullied, but that might be due to you being known as the creepy guy. (Because we ALL know the creepy guy is the one most likely to come to school and massacre everyone)

You play up your new image because now you finally have some attention!

Ah ha, so you weren't really depressed after all, you were just looking for attention! Way to be a manipulative little bastard. Still, whatever works right?

In playing up to your new image you begin to say really creepy shit….

You go up to a group of jocks and ask them if they ever worry about someone putting poison in their water bottles.
You tell a teacher you couldn't complete your assignment on time because you've been having ongoing wet dreams about your Mom.
You go up to a group of girls and tell them that their hair smells so pretty and how you would like to cut off some of it to hang from your bedroom ceiling.

And similar macabre stuff. You of course think all of this is incredibly funny and think yourself as being incredibly clever for coming up with this "amazing" plan for attention.

You completely succeed in your endeavor and have increased your infamy tenfold. Of course now you aren't just the "creepy guy" you're now the "scary ticking time bomb" People are genuinely getting afraid of you, of course there's ALWAYS that element that thinks it's "cool".

As a result you start attracting like minded individuals… well not quite. Mainly because the difference between you and them is that you're just faking for the most part, while these miscreants are genuinely fucked up in the head. Still they're the closest thing you have to friends so you hang out with them.

All of you tend to hang out and talk about all the people you don't like and all the minor slights you've perceived (Real or imagined) A lot of them start talking about how they wish they could "punish" all their "enemies". Soon these talks begin to increase as you all play more violent video games, listen to heavy metal music and watch horror movies; all which are undoubtedly pushing you all in a more aggressive nature. Then one of your new trench coat buddies, Anthony, finally gets the motivation. He mentions how his Dad has a bunch of rifles and pistols. He then mentions how you ALL should start planning to carry out your revenge by next month.

What started out as a cry for attention for you has developed into something else entirely. Part of you does flirt with this idea though. You mean there are a lot of people you don't really like at school…

You go ahead with the plan

Yeah! You're going to teach all those assholes a lesson! You know how much they all talk about you behind your back! Well that's going to stop soon! Forever!

You and your crew of outcast sociopaths begin your plan. You map out the entire school and where the exit points are, the best time of day to start, the most populated areas, etc.

The DAY soon arrives and you go over to Anthony's house instead of going to school that morning. The gang's all there ready to creative major mayhem, and you're ready to join them. As you take the sub-machine gun, you're wondering where Anthony's parents are.

"They're lying upstairs in bed with their heads blown off, where do you think?" he remarks.

You all pile into the car with enough weaponry and ammo to take out a small army and drive to the school. You ain't going out like those Columbine losers. You got shit more planned out than they did. You definitely have plans to escape afterwards. You can live on the run, and when you get to Mexico, you'll be home free!

Of course all your "grand plans" go to shit when you actually get there. Not that you really had things as organized like you delusionally believed anyway.

First of all, one your buddies is so hot on killing people, he starts blasting folks as soon as he gets out of the car, meaning he ruins your advantage and now you have to go around trying to chase people down to kill them. Most of the people you REALLY wanted to kill escape and you have to settle for innocents…well nobody's innocent in your deranged eyes, but they didn't actually do anything to you, so some of the joy is lost.

Second of all, your other buddy who thought he was a bomb expert must've read the instructions wrong on the "Freedom Fighters against Zionism" website he was studying. The moment he attempts to light up one of these home made bombs he blows up his fucking arm and half of his face. He doesn't even have time to scream out in pain before his half fried body hits the ground in a bloody mess. Still it was pretty cool though!

Finally it's just you and Anthony mowing down some of the Special Ed kids since they were too idiotic to escape in time and just panicked by running around in a circle. By this time the police have arrived and killed all your other friends, and you end up killing Anthony since you figure anyone who would kill retards is not to be trusted.

You briefly entertain the idea of killing yourself, since it's a pretty hopeless situation you're in. But you remember a scene from a movie where the guy shot it out with the cops and took out a shitload of them before he died and how cool that was, so you decide to do that instead.

The moment you come out of the school, a SWAT member snipes you in the head from a nearby building.

The moral of the story?

Yeah, being creepy and talking like a psychopath can be fun, but when you start believing your own hype you're just being a fucktard. Seriously, what were you going to gain from killing a bunch of worthless jocks and cheerleaders? Life on the run? Being a gay porno star in Mexico to help support yourself? Yeah right, you can't even sleep without a nightlight on! You couldn't even do the mass killing right anyway, since you missed most of your primary targets. They'll all go on with their lives and probably make money from the ordeal due to exploiting public sympathies and you'll be worm food.

But you REALLY showed them all didn't you?

And now you know!