Saddist stori evur [spoiler]one tiem.... I fukd ur nan sao hard.. She dedded[/spoiler]

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Once there was a man who had gone from having nothing to having everything. He had been taken to an academy for gifted people as a kid and taken from his mother. He had never met his father and met 2 people who were father figures to him when he left his home. He met a girl a few years older than him who he'd loved from the moment he first laid eyes on her. When he has gone with the 2 men on one of their field missions, and the older one died. The younger one and boy were heartbroken, but the young man swore to protect and mentor the boy. Flash forward a few years when he's older and wiser, he sees the girl again and they take a vacation together. While there he has a nightmare about his mother and automatically goes back home to her, only to see that a cult had attacked her and killed her. He murdered a lot of innocent people that night. When he came back, he had changed. Flash forward another few years when he was around 20. He was extremely strong and had married the girl mentioned before. The girl at the time was pregnant, and the man, since avenging his mother's death had been corrupted, but it didn't show yet. He needed a push, that his boss gave him. The man who raised him had noticed a change and asked what had happened, and a fight between the 2 broke out. The woman the corrupt man was married to was involved, and injured and brought to the hospital. The corrupt man had gotten burned severely during the fight and left for dead. But his boss decided he was still of use. The boss and his men made him different, evil, un recognizable. The woman had died after giving birth to 2 children, a boy and a girl. They were separated to make sure the man didn't kill them in anger. After a long time, the man was involved in the new world order. The boy and girl were a part of a group who disliked him. When the boy tried to fight the man, he revealed himself as his father and the boy refused to join him. Afterwards, when the "rebels" defeated the new world order, the man had only one last request of his son. "Luke... Take off the mask..."

Maybe not so sad for you guys but I'm diagnosed with lung cancer and the doctor said they can't do anything about it and that I only have like a month and a couple of weeks left :( I smoked dank memes

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It was a long time ago. I joined a server on Minecraft. I don't play Minecraft anymore, though. A lot of people were friendly. They showed me around and helped me out. Some people gave me diamonds and other rarities. A group of people invited me to join their clan, and I happily accepted. I believe the clan was called "Iron Wolves". The motto was "The pack as hard as steel; our kinship is never broken"... or something like that. Their base was located secretly underground. The only way in was to dig, and then we would place dirt back to hide the entrance. The base wasn't fancy, but it felt fun to live in. It felt secret and simple, with stone walls and floor. My clanmates built me a fancy room for myself while I was mining for them. I was very grateful, and I felt that they were going to be close, trusted friends. We worked hard to upgrade our base, adding an enchantment table after selling a lot of ore and wood, we greatly expanded the land and food of our small underground farm, we added golems and animals to the base, we had a huge mining project below the base, etc. We would document accomplishments in books, which we stored in a special room dedicated for those books. We participated in the server's events, such as a game where we would use shovels to break snow blocks to make opponents fall into lava (the last survivor wins a lot of money and loot), parkour games, "Hunger Games", mob fights (moderators spawn a bunch of mobs in the spawn town and we fight them), "Easter Hunts", etc. A few month passed, and it was my birthday. I joined the server, but my clanmates were not there. They set up a birthday party, decorating the entire clan base. The birthday party was suppose to be mainly held in the living room, our social room, where we roleplayed eating and other stuff. The cost was about $4000 (not real life money). A close moderator told me that she and the clan waited for me to join, but postponed it for the next day since I did not join. A player begged for help after losing his home to griefers and wanted to join a clan. I invited him to the clan I was in. The second-in-command of the clan advised me against it, but told he me that he trusted my decision. The next day, I logged in. The base was destroyed. Everything looted and burned. The enchantment table we worked hard for was gone. The underground farm I helped build was gone. The golems and animals we had were gone. Our chests filled with loot and diaries were gone. The person I invited had a "mercenary" (a player up for hire to do other people's work) with him. That mercenary was one of the best in the server, whom I believe was named "TheOne". I was quick to defend the base, along with the second-in-command, who became a close friend. I repeatedly died, as well as my friend, but I still went for those insignificant punches. A rival of that mercenary, whom I believe was named something along the lines of "DarkSlayer", offered to help free of charge and promised to return loot, as he wanted to use the chance to get back at TheOne. He was close to killing them, close to retrieving some loot back, especially our books, but the two enemies quickly escaped via teleport (they ran away and used the teleport command after the cooldown from the fight was gone). The second-in-command was the only clanmate to be logged in at the time. He didn't talk to me much after the event, as if he didn't want to. He went to his original home and said that he wouldn't bother with the base. I further inspected the base. I was hoping it was left untouched, but it wasn't. The living room was destroyed. The cakes on the tables were mostly eaten. The decorations were destroyed. It wasn't the thought of not having a party that hurt me, but it was the feeling of betrayal, and me being responsible for it. It felt like my clanmates did everything for me, but I destroyed it. More than a year after the event, I returned to the server. Most of the players and moderators left. The server was actually being shut down in a few days. I revisited the base, and it was mostly rebuilt. What really hurt me was the fact that my personal room was still there. They stored books in one of my chests. They were diaries after the event. As I read through them, I saw their determination, and eventually, one by one, they left due to college, work, etc. The last diary in the chest had the words "Happy Birthday". They even left a cake on a table in the room. I joined 2 other servers after the event and made many more memories. I created a clan in both of them, both named "Iron Wolves".

I heated up some lasagna in the microwave. Dropped the plate of lasagna. [spoiler]Lasagna side down first.[/spoiler]

One of the saddest stories I've ever heard was only six words long: [i]"Baby shoes for sale, never worn."[/i]

Right in the feels

For all of The Lord of the Rings fans. Prepare your tissues. [spoiler]I cried in the theatre.[/spoiler]