I need someone to give me their life story. You can change your name

I need someone to give me their life story. You can change your name.

Im trying to earn someone's trust by bonding with them but I don't trust them with my actual identity. I'm terrible at making shit up so I'm looking for help.

Are you looking for a shitty life story, a normal one or a respectable one?

I'm looking for some average Joe type stuff. Suburban type fellow who hasn't gotten into any real trouble but isn't morally infallible either. Preferably mid 20s

>Im trying to earn someone's trust by bonding with them but I don't trust them with my actual identity

Then lie to them because we are just going to lie to you

I'm fine with a made up life as long as it's consistent. The problem is I'm not good at making up this kind of stuff quickly or keeping it consistent long term. I'm hoping a better liar than me will come up with something I can use.

Anyone? Bump

If you don't trust them, why should they trust you?

> i want to build trust by lying to someone
dude

They shouldn't because I'm going to fuck them over when I get the chance.

We all have our reasons man

West Philadelphia born and raised in the playgrounds where I spent most of my days......

Here you go:
Now this is a story all about how
My life got flipped-turned upside down
And I'd like to take a minute
Just sit right there
I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air

In west Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground was where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out maxin' relaxin' all cool
And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
When a couple of guys who were up to no good
Started making trouble in my neighborhood
I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
She said, "You're movin' with your auntie and uncle in Bel-Air."

I begged and pleaded with her day after day
But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
She gave me a kiss and then she gave me my ticket.
I put my Walkman on and said, "I might as well kick it."

First class, yo, this is bad
Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass.
Is this what the people of Bel-Air living like?
Hmm, this might be alright.

But wait I hear they're prissy, bourgeois, all that
Is this the type of place that they just send this cool cat?
I don't think so
I'll see when I get there
I hope they're prepared for the prince of Bel-Air

Well, the plane landed and when I came out
There was a dude who looked like a cop standing there with my name out
I ain't trying to get arrested yet
I just got here
I sprang with the quickness like lightning, disappeared

I whistled for a cab and when it came near
The license plate said "Fresh" and it had dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab was rare
But I thought, "Nah, forget it."
– "Yo, home to Bel-Air."

I pulled up to the house about 7 or 8
And I yelled to the cabbie, "Yo home smell ya later."
I looked at my kingdom
I was finally there
To sit on my throne as the Prince of Bel-Air

>Now this is the story all about how
>My life got flipped, turned upside down
>And I'd like to take a minute just sit right there
>I'll tell you how I became the prince of a town called Bel-Air
>In West Philadelphia born and raised
>On the playground where I spent most of my days
>Chilling out, maxing, relaxing all cool
>And all shooting some b-ball outside of the school
>When a couple of guys said "we're up in no good"
>Started making trouble in my neighbourhood
>I got in one little fight and my mom got scared
>And said "you're moving with your aunt and uncle in Bel-Air"

>(Only the first three episodes of season one)
>I begged and pleaded with her the other day
>But she packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
>She gave me a kissin' and she gave me my ticket
>I put my walkman on and said I might as well kick it
>First class, yo this is bad,
>Drinking orange juice out of a champagne glass
>Is this what the people of Bel-Air livin' like,
>Hmm this might be alright!

>I whistled for a cab and when it came near the
>License plate said "Fresh" and had a dice in the mirror
>If anything I could say that this cab was rare
>But I thought now forget it, yo home to Bel-Air
>I pulled up to a house about seven or eight
>And I yelled to the cabby "Yo, home smell you later"
>Looked at my kingdom I was finally there
>To settle my throne as the prince of Bel-Air

get out of my mind

I'm you

Thx for nothing guys

youre a piece of shit what do you expect

kek, this

I can see how I look like a piece of shit without any context but this person deserves what I'm trying to do.

At the least I had hoped that some other "piece of shit" might come to my aid with something for the lulz

I was born an antisocial loser. Being socially inept, I never quite fitted in, I even ate my lunch in an empty bathroom stall once.

I never could make friends in real life, so I turned to the internet instead, namely Sup Forums. Being edgy was lots of fun. I even tipped my fedora after successfully trolling someone, even though no one could see me sitting in my room with the lights off, a bag of chips next to my greasy laptop.

But some day I noticed that the internet just wasn't enough. How could I live on this way, my only interaction with the real world being bits and bytes traveling through the never ending meaninglessness of the internet?

So I made a plan: Why didn't I just ask someone on Sup Forums for his life story? This way, no one would notice what a massive cringe lord I've become. It was my only hope.

So I created a new thread on Sup Forums. Maybe my last thread, if it all went well? I uploaded a picture of the last Disney movie I had seen crying in my room a few days ago to be displayed with the post.

With shaking hands I clicked the "Post" button.

Prince of Bel-Air

I Kek'd but it's not really helpful thanks anyway

good oc

Fucktard, you come to Sup Forums for us to lie to you so you can earn someone's respect by lying to them

You're just a fucking piece of shit you piece of shit

Okay then I'm a piece of shit. Doesn't really change anything

Good on you, now get fucked in the ass fucking faggot

Sure thing