It's time boys

It's time boys.
The epic of the war between Tard Guard and Currytard, Part I, Act I
>Be me
>In 8th grade at the time
>Mom makes me go into tard patrol class
>Take care of tards.
>Things go smoothly for a while, all is fine.
>Suddenly the first incident with the infamous currytard.
>He grabs my glasses and screams in tard language.
>"ABADADO!"
>Wut
>I laugh it off and take my glasses as teacher tard guards yell at him.
>Second attempt at this.
>He takes my glasses and runs out the classroom.
>Drops it when teacher comes out.
>I scold him, "No taking my glasses, currytard!"
>Whenever Currytard acts up, crosseyedtard acts up too because they're real good friends.
>More on that later.
>Third time comes.
>I'm prepared.
>Knock his hand away before it can grab my glasses.
>All of a sudden currytard punches me in the stomach.
>Real hard.
>On the floor, clutching my stomach.
>Look up at him.
>Make eye contact.
>This is war, currytard. This is war.
Will post more if bumped.

Bump, i need this. No more gay shit Sup Forums

The epic of the war between Tard Guard and Currytard, Part II, Act I: The epin fight scene
>Arrive at tard patrol class.
>It's the last period of the day.
>On fridays we let the tards outside into the tennis course.
>I have to stand watch at the south door so they don't run out and disturb the chads exercising.
>"ABADADO!"
>My god.
>He's running at me, full tard speed.
>Make a split decision.
>I AM STRONG TARD GUARD!
>I stand my ground and yell at him to stop.
>Just feet away from me he stopped.
>Holy shit it worked.
>I can smell his strong shitty curry odor here.
>I'm staring him down.
>He raises his hand.
>I see it.
>A yellow ball in his hand.
>Fuck, he has a tennis ball.
>"AAAAAAAA!!!"
>Tard war screech from him.
>I am shaking in terror, raise up my hands and feel the tennis ball hit my chest.
>Wheeze out, he hit me right in the lung.
>Tard teacher grabs him and begins screaming and ignores me in pain.
>You may have won this battle tard... But just you wait.
>I start making a battle plan.
More?

Moar

Explain currytard, is he Indian or something?

This

Mooooar

The epic of the war between Tard Guard and Currytard, Part III, Act I: The Great Screeching.
>I walk into last period, surprised to see no currytard.
>"Currytard was sent to the practice room for acting up."
>INTERNAL JOY!
>"Ohhh, that's so bad."
>Sit down and start teaching uber retard
>Have to give her all the answers because she keeps looking up and giving me a smile instead of saying anything.
>Just then I hear screeching and a loud STOP!
>Oh no....
>Currytard busts in, screeching.
>Just then, crosseyedtard wakes up.
>It is time, my friend.
>In unison they screech at the top of their lungs.
>Teachers try to grab them.
>They're running around
>One takes off their shirt and lets out an unholy yell.
>The other follows suit and begins to run faster.
>Sonic theme plays in my head.
>I try to stop them but get knocked down.
>Just them ubertard begins to cry and coward under the desk.
>Ruskitard begins to screech and throw things.
>I realize something.
>I'm not the hero these tards need...
>I'm the hero these tards deserve.
>I am Tard Patrol user. Savior of the tards.

Uh, most of them were indians, but currytard smelled like curry or shit all the time.

More guys?

>This is war
>Never mind no it's not
>Probably gunna bang ubertard and get drunk with ruskitard

Just you wait. My plan was still formulating. Those other posts was just to tide you over until the final show down.

Finally

Shit's boring, fake, and pretty sure it's a copy pasta but I haven't lurked in so long that I can't remember.

Not a copy pasta, trust me.
None of it is fake-- I think I even have a pic of ruskifag somewhere on my pc. Want it?
His back is turned but it's w/e.

>Trust me
>trust
>4chin
>Sup Forums
bruh

The epic of the war between Tard Guard and Currytard, Part IV, Act I: This is just the beginning.
>Come to last period greeted with a stop sign on the door.
>Stop sign means ruskifag is having a fit and we should go to the secondary class
>In the secondary class on my phone browsing Sup Forums because i don't need to care for them while here.
>Suddenly currytard yells for yellow M&Ms
>Currytard only takes specific colors for his M&Ms.
>My plan was still formulating, I just needed one more part for it and I didn't have it yet.
>The teacher tells me to get him yellow M&Ms
>I realize what I need to do.
>The color green triggers him for some reason.
>He hates it, his autism goes crazy when he sees it.
>I start putting down the yellow M&Ms one by one until the last one. I place the green one down.
>He doesn't look and begins to gobble them up.
>He looks down to appreciate the art of yellow M&Ms and stops.
>Silence.
>Ubertard watches him while playing with their reindeer doll.
>Crosseyedtard looks him in the eye.
>SCREECH!
>Currytard knocks everything down and begins to throw down chairs.
>Gets on the table and begins to punch up the tiles to make them fall.
>The teachers try to get him, but he pushes them and hits them.
>Police are called.
>School cops have to come in and drag him out while he hits them.
>We make eye contact.
>I'm just getting started currytard. Just you wait.
Final battle coming soon.

someone screencap plox?

Nice copypasta. I've seen this before.

Have you mate? That's nice. It's not a copypasta. Just fuck off my thread.

Pic is ruskitard.

Entertaining, deliver more.

Kek'd
Okay
Everyone else can have fun with the old gold.

kek, post more op. You better have this pre written

I don't, sorry. I didn't expect this.
I jumped on Sup Forums and decided, hey why don't I share a little incident that happened throughout my school years. I'm getting a little tired but until I fall asleep I will post the final part in act 1. Tomorrow I'll do Act 2.

The epic of the war between Tard Guard and Currytard, Part V, Act I: The Final Showdown.
>It's time. I am the Tard Guard user. The Savior of the tards.
>Formulate my plan.
>Over the year I found out where currytard lived because of national letter day when they sent letters to their own house.
>First part of the plan. Green. Green everywhere.
>I work all week making it-- a box covered in green paint containing everything green.
>I sneak out on saturday night and bike to his house. Its around 9 PM and I can hear some odd Indian bollywood movie on the TV from the outside.
>I place the package down and spam ring the door bell.
>Find somewhere to hide, behind some bushes in the cover of the dark.
>Tard answers the door and looks down.
>The color is shaded by the night. Picking it up and bringing it inside in the light I can hear screeching from the inside.
>Part one of the plan finished.
>Part two.
>Friday, were outside.
>He's playing with the yellow tennis ball, so happy to have it.
>He LOVES yellow.
>Favorite color, all his clothes is yellow.
>I ask to play catch with him.
>He throws it at me a little hard a couple times and it just fuels me to do this.
>He throws it at me, I catch it and fucking throw it as hard as I can. It goes sailing and flying over the 1 and a half meter fence, landing on top of the school just a couple meters away.
>He drops on the floor screeching at the top of his lungs and crying. I smile down at him then act like I'm trying to comfort him. The teachers didn't see what I did.
>Part three, the finale.
>Taking Currytard on a walk around the school.
>Last week of school.
Limit reached here, give me a second.

>All the others were soft shit. What else can a 13 year old do really?
>This time is the final hit.
>The cameras around the school only capture video and not voice.
>I know this as I've seen them when in the principals office on the first day when I was new.
>"Hey, Currytard, you see the bright red fire alarm?"
>He nods.
>I don't point so it seems like I'm not making him do it.
>"Pull it."
>He waddles towards it and begins poking it. He doesn't know how to read so he can't understand what to do.
>I act like I'm trying to stop him, but really I'm guiding him through what to do.
>He pulls it and the loud alarm goes off, teachers with their students running out of the class.
>I pretend to scold him as he looks confused.
>He can't talk or do anything to protect himself.
>He's drooling scared out of his mind by the sound.
>Teachers grab him and yell at him bringing him to the principals office.
>The tard is suspended for the final week of school.
>I smile as I see his mom take him out to the car yelling at him as I walk to the bus.
>Wave bye at him.
>He screeches and begins to writhe in his mom's grip.
>And so ends the first act of the Tard Patrol user.

I'll stay up for a couple more minutes answering any questions from other Sup Forumsrothers.

ubertard sounds cute, how was she?

Any more storys?
If copy pasta or not, made me kek
Got pic of currytard?

Also chekum

U stole my dubs :(

Super retarded, ugly, and fucking annoying.
You barely could understand her retard babble.
She would sit there and guess every single answer, even if it was the final choice in a fucking memory puzzle she would flip over already done cards. Then she would stare at people and smile with such intensity.
I have more, coming in Act II, but i'm too tired to start it. Maybe tomorrow if you guys keep this thread up.

And no. None. Never got a chance.

ubertard sounds cute then.
i want a puzzled little ubertard that smiles at me brightly while i pet her head.
can you tell me more about ubertard user?
also pics if you got them

ok this dubs of dubs means i need to get a vute ubertard+pics and stories about her

Fuck, I was talking about ubertard. My autism acted up.
The only pic I have is of ruskitard. Only chance I have. But I'll explain currytard.
Smelly, ugly, he couldn't speak so he used sign language, and even that he fucked up.
He would grunt and screech.
A total shitskin. And would shit his pants all the time.
I have stories of other tards in the class. Maybe I'll do a miniact of them later tomorrow.

Someone screencap this I'm on my phone

Deal. Tomorrow, man. The sun is already fucking out and I meant to sleep 2 hours ago.

Goodnight brothers. Expect me back around 4 PM central at the least.