Omegle Conversations

You: Hello

You: You sound like a fun person to talk to and share experiences.

You: 19/m/arf

You: Arringtonford, it’s in Ireland.

You: Ireland, where Louis Walsh is from, with the leprchauns, lucky charms, and shit.

You: We can talk but I’m afraid we may not hear each other my dear boy. Perhaps we can stick to this method of instant messaging, yes?

You: Yes I am 0k, or -273C as I like to say

You: Yes

You: -273c

You: Are you -273c?

You: Is this your idea of sex talk?

You: Cause I must see, its getting my willy right hard it is. Oh yes it is. Oh yes.

You: *I must say

You: Not I must see, although I would like to see it

You: Are you there old chap?

You: Okay, lets start again. You go.

You: No, sadly we can’t get High Definition sex here in Ireland. Although I am HD ready. When it comes, I’m ready. You?

You: HD=High Definition. You asked me if I hd sex?

You: Exactly.

You: 19, you? (We have been through this, you know)

You: Impeccable. Is this not clear through my remarkable spelling and fantazmicle grammar?

You: Cool beans.

You: Yeah, I’m studying escort agency. What about you?

You: Oh right -273c

You: *ok, I mean.

You: Typo.

You: So what else you up to?

You: Sex at absolute zero is fucking freezing dude.

You: Just do it at room temperature or something yeah?

You: You’re making it too complicated

You: Okay good

You: No I’m quite warm actually.

You: Lets move on.

You: It’s alright, we have some weird expressions in the land of Ire.

You: When will who be married?

You: Who?

You: No i certainly cannot. Who are you talking about?

You: MY PEOPLE!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?

You: YOU RACIST BASTARD.

You: DISCONNECT!

You: hey

You: asl?

You: niether am i

You: lol

You: i dnt

You: im not

You: hahaha

You: i love God

You: lol

You: ur not a homo

You: im nort

You: not*

You: Engage imagination!

You: Imagination critical failure!

You: Reboot?

You: Hello.

You: Is worse than Omegle.

You: So you are on a quest to piss more people off, is that it?

You: You are now talking to two girls!

You: Jenny 19

You: Louise 17

You: We got this great site where you can see us naked.

You: www.thisisascamtogetyourhardearnedmoney.com

You: See you there!

You: *You’re, actually.

You: But thanks.

You: It’s okay.

You: So, I got a question for you.

You: You are sitting on a bench in a park, on a sunny and wonderful day, when you suddenly see a strange man throwing an object into some nearby bushes. What do you do?

You: You are currently sitting on the bench, you can’t just teleport into the bushes.

You: You walk over to the bushes. What now?

You: The man has now walked out of the park, and is nowhere to be seen.

You: You take a seat in the bushes, and make a camp fire.

You: Oh no, the bushes has been set on fire!

You: A wooden box is revealed as some of the plants are burned away.

You: You run out of the bushes, leaving the wooden box behind.

You: On a second thought, you run back, and inspect the box.

You: It’s somewhat big, and it is locked.

You: No key to be found.

You: It may be, since it is made out of wood.

You: It ain’t too big, you can take it under your arm.

You: But it will slow you down, if you try to open it up.

You: You try to force it open, but you probably need a hammer or something, to smash it open.

You: You leave the box, and step some distanse away from the fire.

You: The bushes has now completely burned down, with the box.

You: Of some sort of miracle, you aren’t hurt at all!

You: You are currently in London.

You: Luckily, the tube is just outside the park.

You: You walk there, happy with your life.

You: While you are waiting for the train to arrive, you see a man stealing a woman’s purse. What do you do?

You: How do you help her?

You: The thief got the back towards you.

You: He struggles to get the purse, as the woman refuses to give it away so easily.

You: Woah, woah, woah!

You: Easy there!

You: You say what you do, I tell what happens.

You: You can’t break the rules!

You: You spray the pepper spray in his eyes, and he yells: “My eyes, my beautiful eyes!”.

You: He wipes his eyes desperatly, with no effect.

You: He can not see your face, but he can make out your silhuette. He tackles you to the ground!

You: He got your arms locked, you can’t reach it.

You: And you lost your pepper spray when you got tackled, and it rolled down on the tracks.

You: You ready a spit, and spits in his face.

You: He screams: “You fucking bitch, I am going to kill you!”.

You: He grabs his switchblade, leaving you with one free hand. What do you do? Quick! Time is of the matter!

You: You grab him by the balls, and squeeze them as hard as you can. It is so hard actually, that you would probably have gotten juice out of a rock!

You: The thief sounds like a thousand banshees being molested.

You: He falls over, and rolls around.

You: You can clearly see tears coming out of his eyes, but you don’t know if it is the pepper spray or manly tears. Probably a bit of both.

You: There ain’t no balls left, you crushed them.

You: You walk into the train, which has now arrived.

You: The woman picks up her purse outside, and follows you into the train.

You: There ain’t no hobos on the train, they are currently at the nearest shelter, getting soup.

You: Instead, the woman sits next to you.

You: She thanks you, and you can see her blushing. May she be interested in you, perhaps?

You: What do you say to her?

You: You can see the lady being a bit disappointed, but she quickly replies: “I didn’t ask if you were!”.

You: She blushes even more than before.

You: There is now an awkward silence between the two of you. Do you break it?

You: Woah, you forgot to go off at your stop!

You: The whole train is almost empty, but the lady sits still right next to you.

You: You find another seat to sit on.

You: The lady follows you!

You: Has she some kind of mental problem?

You: She is clearly not afraid of those.

You: She rips it out of your hands, and eats it.

You: You get off at the next stop.

You: The woman tries to follow you, but the doors closes before she can get off.

You: As the train rolls away, she blows at the window, and makes a heart.

You: She waves back, and you make out a tear running down her cheek.

You: You flip her the bird, and she now cries in her hands.

You: The lady is gone, for the rest of your life.

You: You have never been at this stop before, but you see a dirty kebab shop.

You: You search your pockets, and you find £13!

You: Do you approach the shop?

You: You approach the stall, and you look at the menu.

You: Rat kebob: £1.4.
Cat kebob: £1.7
Dog kebob: £2.2
“Real” kebob: £2.8

You: You go to the counter, and you see a Turkish looking man, wearing a dirty sweatshirt, with a cigarette in his mouth, and it seems he hasn’t shaved for a while.

You: You say you want a cat kebob, and a Dr. Pepper.

You: He tells you he does not have a Dr. Pepper, but he has a Intern Salt.

You: That will be £2.

You: He got Hill Dew.

You: Intern Salt is somewhat similair to Dr. Pepper, only it’s made in a country you have never heard about before.

You: Atleast he tells you so.

You: So it will be a cat kebob?

You: You give the man £1.7, and he says that you will get your food shortly.

You: You stand there waiting, and you suddenly hear alot of weird noises behind the stall.

You: It sounds like a black metal band from Finland is playing behind the stall.

You: No matter, your food is ready now!

You: He gives you a plastic fork, and he wants it back when you are done. It looks like it has been used. Eeew.

You: You can no longer hear those weird noises.

You: You use your hands to eat the kebob with, and you make a mess all over your hands and clothes. Damn it.

You: You didn’t get any napkins, maybe you should ask for one?

You: You look around, but you can only see factories, and a long road with little traffic on it.

You: You try to stop a car, but it speeds past you.

You: A biker from Bells Hangles stops, and ask if you need anything.

You: He is wearing shades, a bandana and a tight leather vest. He got tattooes of naked womans on his sleeve.

You: You tell him you want a lift, and he says: “Sure, jump on!”. You strap on your pink helm. It sure is weird what women fit in their bags.

You: As you drive off, he asks where you want to go.

You: The biker replies: “China, huh? I guess I can take you to Heathrow.”.

You: In speed?!

You: Alright, you jump off, and you rolls down the M1. A Toyota Prius that has it’s throttle jammed runs you over.

You: The world goes black.

You: You wake up in the hospital, several days later.

You: The room is white, and quite boring. Much like a normal hospital.

You: You see a mirror lying on the table beside you, along with a remote for the TV. A red string hangs behind you, and it says that if you pull it, a nurse will be sent to your room.

You: You pull out the UV-drip. Ouch!

You: What now?

You: You try to stand up, but it seems like both of your legs are broken. Bummer.

You: You roll out of bed, and hit the floor.

You: You land on your bruised hand, and you can’t stop the “Ooooooowh, damn it!” from escaping your mouth.

You: Suddenly, a handsome male nurse comes into the room.

You: “Oh my, what are you doing out of bed, miss?”, he says.

You: “Silly you”, he says. “You could have pulled the string.”

You: Although he looks quite weak, he manages to put you back to bed.

You: “Now, was there anything you wanted?”, he asks.

You: “I can’t do that, my hubby at home would be jealous”, he replies. “Maybe some food, or perhaps you want to check out what is on the television?”.

You: You roll out of bed, and try not to hit your bruised arm. You land on your back, but now you hit your head.

You: The homosexual nurse looks at you curiously, and asks what you are doing.

You: “Many have tried, but all has failed.”, he replies to you, the same time as he puts you back to bed.

You: “You were badly hurt, you need stay still. Now, was there anything you wanted?”

You: You give him a big kiss on the mouth, and he pulls himself away.

You: “Stop that, young miss!”

You: He pulls the red string, and soon, an amazing nurse walks into the room.

You: Although you are a girl, you must admit it is the prettiest lady you have ever seen.

You: The homosexual nurse walks out of the room, leaving you in the female nurse’s care.

You: The nurse opens her mouth, and out comes the most soothing sound you have ever heard. “May I be of assistance, miss?”

You: We can’t have you molesting the staff here at the hospital, that is why I was sent here. Your doctor is quite cute, though.

You: “I’m afraid we don’t have any magic potions, but the doctors will do their best to get you back up and running.”

You: “Now, do you want something to eat while you wait?”

You: You got no option. You will be written out of the hospital in two weeks.

You: “I’m afraid they haven’t been invented yet. I may turn on the TV, if you like? That will surely help time go by.”

You: The nurse turns on the TV, before you are able to answer.

You: This is what is on the television:
Channel 1: Rio Grande with John Wayne.
Channel 2: Deadliest Catch.
Channel 3: Home Improvement.
Channel 4: Simpsons.
Channel 5: A Fistful of Dollars.
Channel 6: Married With Children.
Channel 7: Family oriented documentaries.

You: You ask for her to switch to channel 2, and as the nurse sees the crabs, she is reminded of something she was going to tell you.

You: “You got crabs.”

You: Suddenly, there is drama on the television!

You: A big wave knocks a man overboard, and he helplessly fights the waves.

You: He is dragged under, and the crew yells: “Yaaay, he was such an asshole, good riddance!”

You: “You do. Sorry to say so.”, the nurse replies.

You: You spit at the nurse, but it doesn’t reach, as she is too far away. You end up spitting on your arm. The nurse giggles at you.

You: You notice she got the biggest cleavage you have ever seen. How do you proceed?

You: Fine, you notice she has nearly as big cleavage as you do. How do you proceed?

You: You grab her hand, and pull her closer. You feel no resist in the nurse’s movements, it feels like she is moving closer towards you on her own.

You: Your lips meet, and you share a long kiss. As you make out, you can feel a warm hand slowly running up towards your thigh. She teases you, by making wonderful figures on in the area around your private parts.

You: -on*

You: You push her away, and she lands on her butt. You can see her thong is wet with excitement. She looks at you with confused eyes.

You: You fall asleep, and ignores the screams of agony from the fishers on the television.

You: You are awoken by the most handsome man you have ever seen. It’s your doctor.

You: There is a difference between a nurse and a doctor, dear you.

You: The doctor is muscular, got short, brown hair, and got a 5 o’ clock shadow.

You: “Hello, miss. How are you feeling?”

You: “My ears are delighted to hear that. Oh, about that. I have heard that you have been rude to the staff.”, he says, with a deep voice.

You: We got reports of assault, attempts to escape, seducing, and rude comments.

You: “You are giving this hospital a bad name. What do you have to say in your defence?”

You: “I believe the nurse told you about the crabs? Well, it says here in your journal that you got some STDs too. I believe they may be the cause to you being wet right now. Do you want me to bring you some tissues?”

You: The doctor drags away your arm, and yells: “Easy now, it was only a joke!”

You: “You don’t have crabs either, we got a sick sense of humour at this hospital. Sorry about that.”, he says.

You: “I am sorry..”, he tells you, with puppy eyes. “How can I make it good again?”

You: Wait!

You: “I find you pretty, young miss.”, the doctor says with his deep, sexy voice.

You: “You know, I make several millions each year.”.

You: Indeed it has.

You: The doctor leans over you, and you feel his penis throbbing against your genitalia. You feel faint, and a great pain suddenly strikes your right arm. You cling to your chest, and screams in pain.

You: “She’s having an heart attack”, the doctor screams. “Come help me!”.

You: Welcome. Would you like to take place in a realistic scenario game?

You: You’ve been in a plane crash.
You stumble out of the plane and search through the wreckage, but fail to find survivors.
From the plane you salvage a bottle of water, a suitcase full of clothing, and some rope.
From the small field you land in, you look around. To the left is a rather dense forest, and to your right, what seems to be a ghost town.
Both behind and in front of you, large bodies of water prevent further travel in either direction.
What will you do?

You: You turn to your right, and walk to the ghost town. Upon arrival, the sky darkens and an eerie feeling flows through the town. To your north is an old hotel, and to the south of you, a large manor which appears to have been vacated long ago.

You: On your east and west, small, insignificant buildings line the street.

You: What will you do?

You: You approach one of the small buildings to your west. The sign on the building reads: US Postal Service

You: Will you enter?

You: You make your way past the creaking door, and find yourself inside an old postal building.

You: On the floor lie usless bits of paper, and scattered envelopes. There are banners strewn from the ceiling promoting an sale on office supplies once held by the now long abandoned building.

You: You find nothing of particular interest in the building and leave. Will you search another building, head North, or head South?

You: You walk to another building. This one appears to be a house. The address reads: 2417 West Pine Ave.

You: You step inside.

You: Although you feel certain the house is empty, you can’t shake the feeling that someone is watching you…

You: You are inside the house. What will you do now?

You: You begin your search for the strange person you think is watching you. To your left is a kitchen. To the right is the bathroom. Straight ahead is the door leading to the backyard, and behind you is the front door, from which you came. Where will you search?

You: You make your way to the kitchen. You hear a loud thud from within the bathroom, followed by the door of the bathroom slowly opening.

You: It appears as if someone is coming from out of the bathroom.

You: You must make a decision on what to do next, as you see a man emerge and catch sight of you.

You: 10

You: 9

You: 8

You: 7

You: 6

You: You rush the large man with your bare fists…

You: Having plenty of time to react, he jumps to the side, and picks up a shard of glass lying underneath the old, broken windowpane

You: He runs to you, this time having the upper hand. What will you do?

You: 5

You: 4

You: 3

You: 2

You: 1

You: The man tackles you and catches your shoulder with the glass

You: The man says, “Fuck you, this is do or die”

You: He thanks you.

You: You charge the man in one last attempt to kill him, and tackle him at the knees.

You: Stunned, he falls back onto the shard of glass he was once holding.

You: Gravely injured, the man lies on the floor helpless. You retrieve the weapon, and continue to fuck his shit up.

You: The man dies.

You: You, having just murdered an innocent human being, stumble out of the house, with a small wound on your shoulder from the glass.

You: From here, you decide to either go to the old manor, or the hotel.

You: You continue north.

You: …

You: …

You: Reaching the hotel, you see the building is locked. You figure your best choices are to either attempt to break into the hotel, or find another direction in which to trave.

You: You find a small piece of concrete on the ground. Throwing it at the glass door, you break it, and reach through the window pane to unlock the door and let your self if.

You: in*

You: You see an elevator, a stairwell, and a front desk. Where will you go?

You: You walk towards the front desk, and there you find a keyring labeled: MASTER KEYS. You decide to stash them in your pocket for further use. What will you do now?

You: Thinking the elevator may not be the best choice, you walk towards the long, dusty stairwell.

You: You begin to ascend the stairs….

You: …

You: …

You: There is a door in the stairwell labeled: 2F

You: Will you enter, or continue?

You: You push open the heavy door, and find yourself in a long, still corridor. You are slightly frightened by the fact that there are only 3 doors in the hallway.

You: You begin walking down the hallway, and hear the door behind you lock. Continuing, you see the doors more clearly, and they are labeled: R2, and MAINTENENCE

You: Which one will you choose

You: You use your master keys on the room, and enter.

You: Upon doing so, there is another man in the room, who appears to be sleeping in the chair in the corner of the room.

You: You decide to either leave the man asleep, or continue to search the room.

You: You tip-toe towards the man, but as you’re doing so, he awakens at the sound of your footsteps…

You: The man awakens to the sight of you, whom has blood on his shirt.

You: Frightened, he reaches for the crowbar leaning against the wall, and picks it up, scared.

You: He attempts to swing at you, in a half-asleep daze. What will you do?

You: 10

You: 9

You: 8

You: 7

You: You grab the mans arm as he swings, and the crowbar flies from his hand.

You: Will you attempt to get the weapon, or kill him with your bare hands?

You: You bolt to the crowbar, and in such a haste, trip over the foot of the man you have just attacked.

You: Now on the ground, you reach for the weapon.

You: As you do, the man behind you kicks it away from your hand and punches you in the face. You lie on the ground, shocked, and full of adrenaline.

You: Will you kick the mans leg, causing him to fall? Or get up and fight like a man?

You: You stumble to your feet and punch the thought-to-be janitor in the throat

You: In one last desperate attempt to survive, he tries poking you in the eyes, but fails.

You: The man is now at your mercy. Will you finish him, or leave him on the ground?

You: Climbing onto the nearest table, you leap from it and land on the victims head, killing him instantly. Feeling no remorse, you take his wallet and leave the room.

You: From in the building, you hear police sirens outside.

You: You can either hide in the hotel, or turn yourself in to the police, now at the hotel for an unknown reason.

You: You run into the nearest room, labeled R2, and shut the door behind you, locking it with your set of master keys.

You: You can now hear police inside the building, searching for something, or someone.

You: You hear a pounding at the door you just came through. What will you do now?

You: You run to the door and position yourself right behind the door, fists in the air.

You: However, you quickly realize hiding right behind the door was a careless action.

You: The police kick the door in, which swings and hits you in the face, knocking you to the ground.

You: They rush into the room, prepared for danger, and as they observe the room, they see you, covered in the blood of the dead man next door.

You: Unsure of what to do, the officer nearest to you stuns you with his tazer, and you begin convulsing violently.

You: Will you –

You: lie on the ground, and wait to recover, then deal with the cops?

You: or, in your weakened state, reach for the cop’s gun, and try to finish off the few police in the building?

You: You slowly reach for the gun, but move too slowly, as you are stunned from the electricity.

You: The cop deciphers your intentions immediately, reaches for his sidearm, and fires two rounds into your chest, as you collapse on the floor, defeated, and gasping for your final breath.

You: Just moments before, you were on a plane, heading for a vacation. Now, due to your actions, you lie on the floor of the cold, lonely hotel, dead and forgotten.

You: The end.

You: Thank you for playing.

You: You awaken, in a confusion, in a small field.

You: To your side, you see the plane.

You: You replay what just happened in your head over and over, and come to find that all of it was just a bad dream.

You: Still awakening from your unconciousness, you find that although the strange ghost town was not real, the plane crash was.

You: You head to the forest to your east, in search of help.

You: In front of you and to your left lie more trees, and to your right, a small RV.

You: Where will you go?

You: You near the old RV, and as you approach, you hear a slight rumble.

You: Getting closer and closer, the rumble gets louder.

You: A few yards ahead, a man with a chainsaw is cutting logs, presumable for a fire outside of his RV.

You: The man does not look too friendly, and you assume that meeting him will lead to a fight.

You: You choose to either fight the well-armed man, or turn around, hoping he never saw you in the first place.

You: You turn around, and try to leave the campsite, unseen.

You: But…

You: On your way out, your foot catches something you did not see before – a dog?

You: You unknowingly kick the man’s dog, causing it to yelp, and run to the RV.

You: The man’s chainsaw ceases.

You: You hear quick footsteps towards you, as he tries to see what caused his dog to react in such a way.

You: The man spots you!

You: He is furious, and you are trespassing!

You: He rushes towards you, chainsaw in hand!

You: You either run West or North, or try to disarm the man, but you must think quickly!

You: 7

You: 6

You: You run north, only to see a cliff, with sharp rocks and roaring water below

You: You hear the man behind you as you near the edge of the cliff

You: You stand on the cliff, waiting for the man to run to you.

You: As he nears you, you duck quickly, and he continues to run – off the face of the cliff.

You: You feel relieved, and step to the edge to watch him fall, wanting the knowledge that he will soon be gone forever.

You: As you look down, you feel safe.

You: You start to hear a faint pitter-patter on the leaves behind you, and the noise quickens rapidly.

You: The source of the noise rushes towards you, and you turn around and step backwards, panicing!

You: Your foot slides off of the cliff, and you lose balance….

You: As you make your way down the almost insurvivable fall you look up to see a panting dog watching you fall, head cocked to the side.

You: You think of your choices as you fall. There seems to be only one way out of this without dying.

You: What will you do?

You: Hint: check what you have with you.

You: Taking the rope from about the suitcase you were carrying, you manage to have time to tie a loop on one end.

You: Although you know chances are slim, you throw the loop towards the face of the cliff as you race towards the bottom.

You: To your surprise, the rope catches the face of the cliff, and you are left hanging

You: You are now hanging from the cliff. What will you do?

You: You climb up the cliff, and you now stand on a lip protruding from the cliff.

You: The rope falls from your feet and plunges into the water as you carefully make your way down the cliff, using the rocks sticking out as a ladder.

You: You end up on a beach a few hundred feet from the center of the cliff face, exhausted.

You: In the distance, you pick up the whirring of…

You: of…

You: a helicopter!

You: You see the chopper soar through the air above you.

You: What do you do now?

You: You wave your hands vigourously at the helicopter

You: It slows down, and floats gently to the ground near the beach after spotting you.

You: You soon find that the chopper was, in fact, sent to find you and other survivors from the plane crash.

You: You climb aboard, and the chopper takes you back home, rattled but safe.

You: Congratulations, you win:)

You: What will you do now?

You: Thank you for playing! :)