What the fuck was his problem?
What the fuck was his problem?
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he was a jew that hated communism so he had to be killed
He converted from Judaism to Unitarianism in college
>the time: now. The place, Sup Forums. A lone user hunches over his computer in the hopes that just maybe he will find fulfillment. But what he doesn't know is that his computer is just one click away from... the twilight zone.
turning his fucked up PTSD nightmares into TV kino
Lain?
cigarettes. He chainsmoked like 5 packs a day.
>Meet user. Once a hopeful young man with his entire life ahead of him.
>What the fuck was his problem?
He didn't feel fear.
>For extra money in his college years, Serling worked part-time testing parachutes for the United States Army Air Forces. According to his radio station coworkers, he received $50 for each successful jump and had once been paid $500 (half before and half if he survived) for a hazardous test. His last test jump was a few weeks before his wedding. In one instance, he earned $1,000 for testing a jet ejection seat that had killed the previous three testers.
>Serling's time in Leyte shaped his writing and political views for the rest of his life. He saw death every day while in the Philippines, at the hands of his enemies and his allies, and through freak accidents such as that which killed another extroverted Jewish private, Melvin Levy. Levy was delivering a comic monologue for the platoon as it rested under a palm tree when a food crate was dropped from a plane above, decapitating him. Serling led the funeral services for Levy and placed a Star of David over his grave.[21] Serling later set several of his scripts in the Philippines and used the unpredictability of death as a theme in much of his writing.[22]
the fucking mad man
>Levy was delivering a comic monologue for the platoon as it rested under a palm tree when a food crate was dropped from a plane above, decapitating him.
>testing a jet ejection seat that had killed the previous three testers
>Submitted for your approval. The case of Mr. user, an otherwise ordinary man in an otherwise ordinary bedroom. While most young men of his age spend their days in the company of their peers, Mr. user has instead opted for isolation, holding only the company of faceless others on a Tibetan arts and crafts internet forum. This would be a night just like any other, except for something that will soon happen to him. Something that will considerably alter his existence and ours. Tonight, he's shitposting in The Twilight Zone
Now I don't know if he had balls of steel or was just a complete retard.
Now I want somebody to write out an entire story about this. fuck
>You're saying its killed three people? And you'll pay me a grand? Fuck it I'm in.
What a madman.
17,000 dollars in today's money. I'd do it.
The other posters actually don't exist and you are posting alone in the company of a machine designed to keep you away from what is really happening
But who's behind it all? The jews trying to keep young men from breeding?
brilliant
>Imagine if you will,a sort of forum, in both the Roman sense and the digital one. A place of both crippling isolation and paradoxical social acceptance. A desert island where, washed up amongst it's shores, the outcasts of our world carry the torch for any concept or idea contrary to the accepted stance. What these outcasts don't know however, is that they've logged into....The Twilight Zone.
Stop getting my dick so hard without writing an entire story for it.
>Levy was delivering a comic monologue for the platoon as it rested under a palm tree when a food crate was dropped from a plane above, decapitating him.
Chesterfields were great. They stopped selling them in the States around 2009 If I'm remembering right.