2001

>2001
>I'm 23
>Live in a nice, comfy small rural area in Kansas
>Chill, listen to music, work at a toilet seat factory
>Yes, really
>In the summer evenings, work at a fireworks store
>The fireworks store is in an old barn, probably not well regulated
>The other employees are mostly weird tweakers
>I'm there because my cousin's step-dad owns the land
>Eventually get a pretty friendly relationship going with the dude who delivers the fireworks from St. Louis
>Smoke with him, drink with him on the job, I don't really give a shit - I'm making minimum wage
>The firework labels are pretty funny - some of are called 'Big Fat Mama' and 'Don't have a cow, man'
>Funny art
>One day, I go to the factory to work...and find a list on the bulletin board
>Many of us are being laid off, production moving to Mexico, etc.
>Bummer
>Work that evening at the fireworks store, decide to ask the owner if I can work there full time or some shit
>Maybe be a manager
>Despite this, I shoot whiskey with this driver guy later that afternoon
>Shouldn't be drinking if I want a manager job, but fuck it, I'm kinda bummed about my old toilet seat job
>Lament my woes to this driver guy, his name is Stan
>Stan asks if I liked factory work
>Yeah, it was okay
>He asks if I would mind working around explosives
>Well, no, I guess not, so long as it was fairly well regulated
>He whips out an old cell phone
>Old even by 2001 standards
>Calls his boss
>I now have a job interview at the fireworks factory in St. Louis

is this true?

>The interview goes well, St. Louis is like 3-4 hours away, but if I get this job I can afford an apartment
>Stay at a hotel in the interim
>Go to bars, clubs, etc. in the area
>I really like St. Louis
>A couple days later, I get a call - and a job at the factory
>Cool beans
>The work there is boring - I basically wrap fireworks in this light red paper
>Then set them on a conveyor belt that packages them
>The factory is old, creepy, and ran by Mexicans, but they're cool
>It's me and about nine other guys, plus Stan who is chill as fuck, though he clearly has a drinking problem
>I even get to take home some fireworks for free, but it doesn't matter much - I live in an apartment
>One day, this girl, Jane, from work starts hitting on me pretty hard
>She's going through a divorce, is probably lonely
>I invite her over, we fuck, etc.
>Weekend goes by, don't hear from her
>This is like mid June, and I fear that after July production will slow down, and I may lose this job
>I start poking around looking for new jobs
>I also go back to work
>The manager, Antonio, calls me into his office
>He sort of looks like the Mexican biker dude in Sons of Anarchy
>Hey, user
>Let's talk about Jane

>I am not so naive as to think that there is not some kind of connection between this place and the Mexicans
>After all, why aren't they just doing this stuff in Mexico or some other foreign country?
>The labels are in butchered english, they obviously come from somewhere else
>Anyways, back to Antonio
>Antonio, turns out, was also fucking Jane
>He's the reason for the divorce
>Antonio is a big, scary dude, and looking back he is most likely the one responsible for Jane's many bruises
>And I just fucked his favorite girl
>Well, shit
>Explain to him I didn't know, it won't happen again, etc.
>He's not having it
>Things get heated
>I was kind to you, bro. I have you this job because Stan vouched for you.
>He speaks English very well
>At the least, I know I am fired
>At the most, this dude is going to explode
>Shit
>Make a game plan in my mind for moving in with my parents after I lose this job
>Antonio finishes, he's obviously fuming, and tells me to get back to work
>At the end of my shift, I contemplate telling him I quit
>But I decide not to
>Jane didn't even show up to work that day

What part of STL?

>The next day
>Still no Jane
>And...no Antonio
>Now it's a guy named Carlos
>He's younger, maybe my age, and kind of cool
>We don't speak for a couple days
>Then, suddenly, he calls me to his office
>Still wondering if I should quit this job
>Hey man, sorry about Antonio's temper. He's been removed. He's crazy. Can't handle stress and women.
>Carlos's english isn't as good as Antonio's was
>He tells me Jane and Antonio 'left for other things'
>Uh, okay
>Says he wants to make it up for me
>Oh, nah man, you see I actually think -
>user, he asks, how'd you like to make some extra money?
>Um...
>Doing what?
>He reaches under his desk
>Oh god, is he going to pull out a gun?
>Nope, it's a package of fireworks
>He tosses them to me
>The label is highlighted, all the broken English bits are underlined
>I need you to fix this problem for me.

>Carlos explains that his boss, who we'll meet later, had to 'let leave of' the guy who typed up and designed the labels
>Mentions they've had good luck outsourcing this kind of work to Americans before
>Well, I don't have much experience -
>You have a degree in English don't you?
>It's creepy as fuck that he knows this, but I don't say anything
>Tell him that's right, I do, but it's a community college associate's degree
>He says he's sorry (again) about Antonio, he wants to make it up to me with a little extra pay
>I just need to 'fix the words better'.
>Okay, do you have a computer? For me to...work on?
>Nope
>How does Carlos do anything without a computer?
>Very strange, but I don't ask
>We have a lot of computers at the headquarters
>Oh...okay....where's that?
>Carlos asks me if I've ever been out of the country?
>Jesus, what?
>Asks if I have a passport
>What? No! I've never even -
>He raises his hand
>Okay, user
>Let's get you a passport

this is how you get kidnapped. am interested to see how you got out of this

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>I am freaking out
>Don't want to go to Mexico, or even back to work the next day
>Shit, I now realize I didn't even fill out a tax form
>Is this even a legitimate job without a tax form?
>Carlos took my picture for the passport before I left
>Said he'd send it to 'customs'
>I don't think that's how that works...
>But I digress
>Wake up the next day
>Someone slamming on my door
>Oh god
>I open the door...it's Stan!
>Tell him I'm about to go to work
>No, user, that's okay
>Let me drive you
>Uh..okay
>I trust Stan, sorta, so I go down with him to his truck
>Carlos is in there
>Hey, user
>Uh, hey
>You ready for a long ride?
>Huh?
>Carlos starts speaking in Spanish and I freak the fuck out
>Stan suddenly becomes this master translator
>Explains that Carlos's connection with the 'fake paper guys' didn't work
>They have to physically drive me to the border
>Why the fuck are they doing this to me?
>I could run, but I notice something
>Carlos and Stan
>Both have guns
>Jesus fuckin'...
>Okay, I say, I don't want any trouble
>Stan opens the back of the truck
>I'm very scared
>I get in, the back is filled with crates of fireworks
>It's a 17 hour drive

Even if faked it's a pretty interesting read. Bumping

usually people smuggle fireworks into the US. strange that theyre doing it the other way around?

>I sit there
>For 8 hours
>Eight fucking hours
>And then we stop
>The door opens, I could run
>But I don't
>Stan comes in, tells me we're at a gas station, he thought I might want some food
>Hands me a corndog
>It's pretty good
>I ask what the fuck is going on
>He explains that Antonio pissed some people off by threatening me
>But he didn't really -
>He's a loose cannon, they just want to make it up to you
>By kidnapping me and - shit, what happens when we get to Mexico?
>You'll have a job, a good job, and you can lay low a while and then come back
>Jesus..
>Stan points to the corn dog as I put it in my mouth
>You better get used to that, man.
>What?
>What does that fucking mean?
>He doesn't answer
>Just closes the door
>I can't even finish my corndog

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im not gonna get this thread die until i find out what happens in mexico

>So, eventually we arrive in Campeche, Mexico
>Medium sized city, I guess, but down-trodden as fuck
>We stopped twice since the corndog thing
>Once to get me some water
>Once to go through customs or some shit and I had to hide in a crate
>I could write a whole greentext about hiding in the crate
>But I won't
>We arrive at some old office building on the city's outskirts
>Old as fuck, falling apart
>Stan tells me that a lot of people will have their guns at the ready if I do anything stupid
>He tells me he understands that I'm afraid
>His breath smells like whiskey
>Oh god
>Eventually, Carlos comes out of the building, says he wants me to meet my new boss
>Leads me into the building, up three flights of stairs, down a hall...
>And into the office
>There are two men
>One of them is huge, maybe a body-builder, and covered in tattoos
>Looks sort of like the Danzig logo on his chest, but I doubt that's it
>This man's name is unknown to me to this day, so I'll just call him Tat
>The other man, who sat at the desk, was Chenche
>He was my new boss
>He was also one of the biggest smugglers in all of Mexico

Used to the feeling of phallic objects in your mouth Stan says

BUMP
What happens next OP? Here for the duration.

Dont you die on me OP TYPE FASTER

god dammit op this is what you get for banging girls at your work.

bump

Did you get paid in peso's?

heres a picture idk how else to keep this thread alive

>Carlos and Tat speak in Spanish
>I think I make out Antonio's name?
>Carlos hugs me
>Tells me he's going back to St. Louis with Stan
>I don't hug back
>I'm scared, hungry, have to piss...
>Tat grabs my shoulder, points to the chair
>I sit
>I notice that the bookshelves next to me are lined with...VHS tapes?
>What?
>Chenche is very blunt with me
>Tells me flat out he's not with a cartel
>That's a relief...I guess
>But, he says, he's not a man to be fucked with
>Calmy explains that his associate here (I assume he means Tat??) killed Antonio and Jane
>They were too 'maintenance heavy'
>Oh god
>I could run right now and maybe my death would be quick and painless
>But I doubt it
>He says that since I was so close to Jane (not really) and Antonio (definitely not really) he didn't want me to get involved
>So I get to stay here
>Designing and writing firework packages
>Shit, I don't know how -
>He goes on a rant about some porn business he has in New York, says the Americans 'make for great designers'
>Uh...what?
>I'm afraid that one day I'll end up on one of Chenche's VHS tapes

sheit nigga

fuck OP I'm on goddamn tenterhooks

how this is going to end up with three fiddy i don't quite know yet

what the hell does firworks and killing people have in common? are the fireworks filled with heroin or something?

this shit better not die

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U retards wanna stop samefagging?
In the last 10 replies there's only been 2-3 more posters gtfo

Bro someone better screencap this I want to read this later you tell a great story OP.

stfu newfag i wanna hear the story this thread wouldve been dead if it wassnt for my samefagging.

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>So I'm given a place to stay
>Nice place in the city, I guess, close to some bars
>But I'm certain that Chenche's men are also my closest neighbors and have an eye on me
>Every day I wake up, am woken up, and driven to the office building where I am trained by some dude
>His name is Juan, speaks shitty English, and did the packages before me
>I'm a fast learner
>Soon I do this all by myself, and Juan just smokes weed and chills
>I kind of like Juan
>But he's one of my kidnappers, so fuck him
>I usually get done early and chill in the office until someone comes to collect me
>I get paid pretty well for a dude being kidnapped in Mexico, but Chenche has Juan collect a 'spending record' from me
>I have to record how much I spend, on what, how much I have left, etc.
>The fourth of July is long over
>Why am I still doing this?
>Who cares, I guess Mexicans need fireworks for their holidays too
>But I'm starting to get homesick
>My parents are probably worried
>It starts to sink in that Jane is dead
>Then, as I chilled contemplating this shit, I hear a knock
>Open the door
>It's Tat
>I freak out, is he here to kill me?
>Nope
>He wants me to translate
>Some gringo
>His name is Sethe

Oy vey the intense is killing me

youre right I should be scrolling through another g/fur or ylyl or celeb or creepshot thread

>thread would die if not for my retard ass
You post once every minute it takes way longer for a thread to 404 faggot, kys

it was on page 9 you dense fuck.

Shut up were waiting to hear OPs' story how else do you bump a thread?

Keep post8ng

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Bumpin, nigga. Keep this shit goin.

شكد اكلت خرة عير بربك

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bumpn

>Why do they need a translator?
>Most of these guys can speak English pretty okay
>But I digress
>Sethe is a cool dude, I guess, but obviously a drug addled mess
>He's helping out with some of Chenche's business across the border
>Now, my Spanish is pretty shitty, but Chenche mostly just wants me to make sure I get the point across to Sethe
>I pick up that Sethe 'missed a shipment' and Chenche's 'friends' are not happy about this
>Sethe tells me he's been in the game a long time
>I tell Chenche
>He tells me, in return, he doesn't give a shit
>I don't speak Spanish that well
>Tell Sethe that Chenche ain't happy
>Then Tat shows up
>Sethe obviously doesn't like Tat, nor do I, but his presence heats up the negotiations
>Sethe is given orders to bring his shipment across the Mexican border and to deliver it to some village I've never heard of
>Sethe and I leave together with my escort
>Asks me if I want to be here
>Nope
>Come find me when...if...you make it out. I'll buy you a beer. Corona.
>He laughs
>I laugh
>My escort tells me to shut the fuck up and get in the car
>Where did Juan go?

fireworks huh

where did juan go ;-;

>Juan has not been at work for like four days
>I want to leave badly
>Like I'd even snitch if I went back home
>I'd probably move far, far away
>Ironically, being in Mexico like this makes me hate America a little bit
>But I digress
>Fifth day minus Juan, I decide to ask Chenche where he went
>Tat is up there, he reaches for his gun
>I am going to die
>No, no, my friend. That is not necessary.
>Oh, sweet Jesus
>Chenche explains to me that Juan went with Sethe to secure the shipment
>Neither of them returned
>So, basically, Sethe screwed Chenche over
>Juan helped
>Maybe the other way around
>Juan is going to die
>Sethe too
>So where does that leave me?
>Chenche tells me I'm good to go
>He tells me to just keep working, enjoying my money
>When do I get to go home?
>When I say so.

Don't stop now!!

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Checked.
Still bumpity bump bumpin.

This should be a Netflix show. Why are you alive today, and why did you tell your lengthy story in the middle of the night? What happened to Juan?

when youre in so deep you get special treatment. at least they got that you arent a drug addict

>I get a few days 'off'
>Go to a bar
>Get drunk
>Go to the store
>Buy beer
>Get drunk at my place
>Get drunk everywhere
>Now I know why Stan was an alcoholic
>Anyways, I'm sitting around watching shitty Mexican TV when the phone rings
>And it's never done that before
>Like, ever
>Oh shit
>I answer
>It's Sethe
>He asks if I can come and get him
>What? Where are you?
>He gives out some complicated address
>I think about writing it down, but decide not to
>Oh god, oh god
>Freak out
>Hang up
>How did Sethe even have my number?
>Why did he spell his name with an 'e' at the end?
>Anyways, I go back to work, chill a bit, and Tat comes down the stairs
>Wants to bring me to Chenche
>Okay
>I go up to the office
>He has a tape recorder
>*click*
>It's Sethe
>And me
>Our entire conversation

Hurry up nigger i need to sleep it 7 pm around here

Bumping for the cause.

eastern Europe fag?

bump. hurry up OP

Probably Hawaii

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bumping

Nice time zone knowledge

Netherlands. How about you.you double nigger

Bump im Méxican And i live un Quintana Roo kinda close

>The next half hour is spent explaining to Chenche that I have no clue about Juan and Sethe
>He laughs
>Asks me if I know how many ways 'his friend' can kill people
>I want to cry but I can't
>Oh please, dear god
>But user, you did me a big favor
>Huh?
>He plays back the part with the address
>Oh shit...
>I get knocked out. Not sure how.
>Probably whacked by Tat
>What was with that corndog comment Stan made before I got to Mexico?
>I wake up, groggy, in a Mexican funhouse sex dungeon
>Just kidding
>It's just a basement
>My head is bleeding
>There's a metal door in front of me
>Jesus...
>There's a loud clank as the door opens
>Chenche opens the door, blood on his shirt
>No, no, no, no...
>Come here, user. Let me show you.
>I follow him...
>Sethe and Juan are tied up in chairs, back to back, gags in their mouth
>Sethe is missing a finger
>His hand is bleeding
>Tat is standing in the corner
>The finger is on the flood
>And he has blood dripping from his mouth

What you gunna do about it ameritard.

Laugh at you. I'm not American, it's in the afternoon here.

FAPPING INTENSIFIES

Bump. The suspense is killing me at this point.

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its like 1am here thank fuck its a saturday

Type faster nigger!

>Look, Mr. Chenche, please
>No, user, wait
>Chenche explains to me, calmly, that Juan tipped Sethe off
>I understand a gringo is a rat, he follows the cheese
>The fuck does that mean?
>Tat walks up to Juan
>Shit shit shit
>Pulls out a gun
>Shit shit shit
>Shoots Juan point blank in the head
>I kinda-sorta liked Juan
>Sethe starts screaming loudly through the gag
>Chenche continues
>user, a rat needs motivation to not steal my cheese, yes?
>I just want to go back to Kansas
>Seriously, I want to work at the toilet seat factory again
>Tat puts his gun on a counter behind him
>Pulls out one of those big knives that pops out
>Not a switchblade, I forget what they're called
>Come on, Chenche, pelase, man I just want -
>A loud, blood curdling scream from Sethe
>Fucking Tat is gouging out
>Oh god
>His eye
>I pass out
>Who wouldn't?
>And, when I wake up, I'm at my place handcuffed to the bed

the suspense...

I'm an ameritard, what are you gonna do about it? Huh? Respond in some way or another to bump the thread and wait for the next part of the story? Yeah, that's what I thought.

You made a joke about waking up in a basement in Mexico?

Bump from spectator

seriously whats with all the inimidation tactics. theyre the ones who hired the guys not you.

Hurry im losing my wood

>>I get knocked out. Not sure how.
>>Probably whacked by Tat


Welcome to your concussion.

I'm calling shenanigans on this whole story... prolly someones shitty screenplay summary....

That said... cool story bro, please dont leave us hangin

i loved that joke its so out of place

Damn this is spicy. Makes me wanna peel my dick.

Holy shit. Spot on. First time an american niggerfaggot has been right. I tip my fedora to you

We'll ofc its fake, still a good read

who cares it's a good ass story

>So lets recap
>Sethe lost a finger and an eye
>Juan is fucking dead
>And I'm chained up to my fucking bed
>Chenche is there too
>No Tat
>Just Chenche
>He starts...like...massaging my head
>user, I never want you to see things like that again
>You understand?
>Y-y-yeah man,I just - come on, please
>Shh..it's okay.
>Now that corndog shit is coming back to me
>Fuck, fuck fuck
>user, he says, I do love to watch the gringos squirm
>Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfuck
>He tells me Tat has left 'this place'. He calls him 'his friend' again
>Just friends? Now I wonder...
>Tells me I don't need to be afraid
>I get the courage to ask him if he killed Sethe
>No user, Sethe is okay. He is going to New York now
>He's a good man
>Is that why you tortured him? Mutilated him?
>Okay, I don't ask that.
>I close my eyes
>Prepare for the worst
>You want a pill? Help you relax?
>I want to go home.
>That's all I want.
>I know, user. But I'm bringing home to you.
>Your friend Stan.
>He's coming to see you.

JESUS OP

>shitty screenplay summary....

The Community College English degree might have been true.

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shit man I need sleep... I need to figure out my fucking life in this horrible post millennial world not find out how the tale of the hapless kidnapped toilet seat engineer ends... this can't be real - can it? but how/why would anyone make this shit up? there's no way I'm ending up satisfied here is there?

I just hope it doesn't end with walking any kind of giant prehistoric reptiles.

aint no rest for the wicked. im on phone so im screenshotting as best i can. not the best quality but this is great oc

I think its either going to end up like.... everybody walk the dinosaur, three fiddy or some lame joke where user makes a pun withinh the last chapter.

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You could eat some little caesars Italian cheese bread, that will leave you satisfied.

Me also bro. Me also

>So, you can probably imagine what Chenche did to me
>While chained to my own bed
>Well, my kidnapper's bed that I sleep in
>I don't pay rent though
>I'm left on the floor, in a state I won't describe
>But it's fucking sick and I am seriously considering suicide at this point
>I want to see Stan though
>I want to kick his ass, but I know that won't happen
>Two days go by
>Three, four, six, a week...
>Two weeks later, I'm still holed in this shithole
>And I get a knock on the door
>It's - oh god - it's Stan
>I punch him - hard - in the face
>Some Mexican dude, probably one of Chenche's holds me back
>I scream obscenities
>It's okay, it's okay, Stan says
>I deserved that.
>He sits down with me, right there on the walkway outside my place
>user, if I had known -
>Shut the fuck up.
>But listen, whatever they wanted out of you - they got it.
>What?
>This Chenche guy - he had some sour deal with a - well, a gringo.
>Sethe
>Says Chenche is letting me go back on the condition that I don't return to St. Louis.
>So, this is it.
>I get to go home.
>But, Stan says, there's one last thing.
>Chenche wants to say goodbye.