You: hi Stranger: Hey Stranger: how's it going? You: not bad, you? Stranger: pretty good You: good to hear. You: So where'd you hear of this thing? Stranger: ya Stranger: a message board You: same Stranger: ah Stranger: which one? You: Forum.frontrowcrew.com You: you? Stranger: never heard Stranger: hfboards.com You: HOCKEY!!!!!!!! You: haha Stranger: ya Stranger: what do you like? You: I'm a bruins fan. I used to live in boston so They'll always be my favorite. Stranger: awesome Stranger: i'm a flames fan You: Oh shit! Kitchens on fire! You: bye!
The kitchen wasn't on fire, but I needed to get downstairs quick so claiming a fire is always easy.
EDIT: This JUST happened.
You: hi Stranger: Hi, I'm a 14 year old girl You: Hi, I'm Chris Hansen. Stranger: OH SHI You: hey btard Stranger: I herd u liek mud cops You: SEAKING FUCK YEAH! Stranger: I just want you to know Stranger: I bought a dog Stranger: And my curtains are closed You: A cat will do too. Stranger: A longcat? You: Ceiling cat. Stranger: Deal You: So when did /b/ decide to troll this place? Habbo round 2? Stranger: Alright /b/tard I gots to go Stranger: Peace/b/rother You: Peace
ItÂ’s a simple site that just connects you to a random person, anonymously, for a conversation.
It feels like that scene in Fight Club where the narrator sits down next to Tyler on the plane. Two strangers meeting, laying out their personality and sizing each other up in just a few words, with no expectations, and — thanks to anonymity — no consequences.
Except in this case, a lot of the time Tyler just screams “COCKS”, punches the narrator, and jumps out of the window.
You: Do ceramic pots feel pain when you accidentally drop them? Stranger: Wait no! Stranger: What do you mean by pain? You: I dunno. You: I just always felt that there's got to be some internal monologue going on as that pot is falling. Stranger: Well in that case I dunno the answer. You: Perhaps their life flashing before their eyes. Stranger: Eyes? Stranger: Do you think pots have eyes? You: Being born as a wet mold in the factory, slowly hardening as the hours went on, ultimately being painted with a pattern that defines their personality as a whole. You: The opening in the top could serve as one. Stranger: But in order to see the pot needs some neural system to process the acquried visual stimuli You: And then they come to terms with their unintentional death, accepting the unfortunate fate bestowed upon them. You: Oh, details details. Stranger: So which part of it is its brain? You: It's probably ingrained into the pattern. You: After all, that's where the personality comes from. Stranger: And on the other hand, why is falling apart equal with death in their case? You: Otherwise, it's just a cookie-cutter mold. You: Because more likely than not, it's a fatal event. Stranger: What if they can continue their lives in particles as well? You: Sometimes the owner will put forth the effort to have it fixed, but it's probably just going into the garbage. You: It's concievable, but I don't see it at terribly likely. You: An opinion issue. You: *see it as Stranger: I think pots operate more like ants You: How so? Stranger: Or bees Stranger: So they must have some kind of collective consciousness You: As many individual parts, acting as a whole? Stranger: Since they live in hives Stranger: Exactly. You: Ahh, so like the Buggers. You: With a queen serving as the "mother brain," of a sorts. You: Then what part of a pot's anatomy is the brain? You: Oh, I'm afraid I must be going. You: The whitecoats are here. You: Thanks for the insight! Stranger: In that case it doesn't need to have a central nervous system since every pot is analogous to to the neurons You: Hmm. You: Interesting. Stranger: You're welcome. Stranger: Have a nice life! You: Take care, and remember to watch out for Big Brother. You: You too. You have disconnected.
Had a few semi-decent talks (never longer than five to ten minutes, though), several weird/creepy/boring ones, and a few hilarious ones. I think my favourite so far was this one:
Connecting to server... Looking for someone you can chat with. Hang on. You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
You: Ye find yeself in yon dungeon. Ye see a FLASK Obvious exits are NORTH, SOUTH, and DENNIS. What wouldst thou deau? Stranger: Hey! Did i find the bear? Stranger: Dennis! You: You are at DENNIS. He is wearing a dingy plaid coat with a flower in it. A bear is in the distance. Stranger: Pluck flower. You: You are slapped on the hand. "Hey man, that's my only meal for the day!" The bear draws closer. Stranger: Ask dennis for treasure map You: "Oh that? Hang on, I think it's in my other pants." DENNIS pulls a piece of paper out of his underwear. Take? The bear is about three meters away now. Stranger: Take paper. You: It smells slightly of ass, but dost not appear too dirty. Map is in fact a drawing of a bear with an X on the stomach. Bear rears up and roars down at thou. Stranger: Tickle bear! You: The bear doth laugh and guffaw, rolling on the floor laughing its ass off. DENNIS doth scratch his head in bemusement. Stranger: Feed DENNIS to bear? You: "Okay, if you say so man." DENNIS clambers down yon bear's throat. "Hey, I think I found something down here!" A hand reaches up out of yon laughing jaw, holding a jeweled scepter. Stranger: Take Scepter. Beat bears face in with it. You: Success! Thou has found the treasure, defeated yon giant enemy cra-- bear, and befriended the fair DENNIS. Thou winnest! Stranger: Huzzah! Stranger: You are seriously the best stranger on here. But I gotta find my bear and win the game for realzies now. Your conversational partner has disconnected.
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EDIT: This JUST happened. I've been made.