Omegle Conversations

Stranger: You wake up in a grimy hotel room. The room is completely dark. What do you do?

Stranger: You pull back the covers and pull open the door. It’s night time, the parking lot is full of abandoned and smashed cars. You mysteriously find a shotgun in your grip.

Stranger: You double take at the weapon in your hand as it’s actually a sniper rifle. You whirl around to find anything to shoot. Unfortunately you don’t see any signs of anyone at all.

Stranger: You creep around the motel. It comes back to you now. You are wearing a suit for a stealth assassinator. You pull down your night vision goggles. The world is portreyed green to you through the goggles. There doesn’t seem to be anyone outside the motel.

Stranger: You start heading down the hallway as quietly as you can. As you progress you hear a steady banging against something. Bang. Bang. Bang. Follow the sound?

Stranger: You follow the sound to a door that looks mysteriously jammed shut. The banging seems to be coming from the other side of this door. There’s a couch stood upright in front of the door that props it shut. The door is halfway breaking in half from some soft of force that was pressing from the other side. What do you do?

Stranger: You grab the couch and start to swivel it out of the way. The banging gets louder as you move the couch away. It starts to get frantic and stops as you throw the couch away from the door. You hear heavy breathing on the other side of the door. Do you open it?

Stranger: You open the door. A deranged looking man slumps on the floor. His jaw is askew, his skin ripping as it tries to follow the line of his broken face. He wheezes at you, his eye sockets are empty. Your heart falls into your stomach as you see the figures in the darkness behind him, a rotting stench rises to fill your nostrils. He lunges at you with a rotting arm, his neck lashing to take a bite at you.

Stranger: They all moan behind him. All surging towards you.

Stranger: You shoot a round of your sniper rifle right through the man’s stomach. He slumps to the side but you have to fumble with the gun to reload as it’s a sniper rifle and only shoots one round at a time.

Stranger: “If only I had a gattling gun. Or a tommy gun 1930s style” You mutter as you clench a round of empty sniper rifle ammo between your teeth. The mob snarls at you and lunges forward at you. One grabs your leg and attempts to gnaw at it.

Stranger: You throw a kick at the rotting face of the little girl. She gags and more of the swarm jumps upon you and attemps to pin you down.

Stranger: You flail your limbs violently and manage to slide out of the grips of rotting hands. Your feet hit the ground running, you don’t dare to look behind you but you can hear the deranged screaming that chases you.

Stranger: You weave through the parking lot of broken cars, you can go left or right down the road. You seem to be in the middle of a big city. You can see skyscrapers off in the distance to your left. To your right you can see the ocean miles away.

Stranger: You race into the city, the monsters are still in pursuit behind you. They are so fast, you feel the slimy arms of one as they try to grapple you as you run. You see a car that looks in ok shape and an open man hole.

Stranger: You dive into the car, managing to throw the creature off of your back. You slam the door shut and they swarm around the car. Their fists dent the car from the outside. You feel for any sign of keys in the car but find none. You spot the exposed wires underneath the steering wheel.

Stranger: You fiddle with the wires and the car miraculously comes to life. You jump as a fist is thrust through the back window of the car.

Stranger: Your foot slams hard down on the petal, mowing through squishy corpses. You can hear the garbling of the zombie who is now stuck in your back window. You can hear a loud snap behind you. Whirling around, you can see that the arm has detached from the body and now lies motionless in your back seat.

Stranger: You drive down the road. You seem to be in the middle of a giant city. There are many buildings on either side of you. It becomes difficult to navigate through the streets as there are so many wrecked cars. You see an entrance to a skyskraper, a grocery store, and a mall a little bit down the road.

Stranger: You get out of the car and find you couldn’t have driven much further anyway. The road is completely blocked with debris. You move to the entrance of the store to find the overhead speaker outside is still playing pleasant music.

Stranger: You enter the store to find carts strewn across the store. A corpse lies face down in the corner of the store. The shelves are full of food but from the smell you can tell it’s rotting.

Stranger: You wonder how long the city is like this, why can’t you remember? You try to search through your leather suit to try and find clues. You take off your gloves and find a wedding ring on your left ring finger. But there are no documents on your person.

Stranger: You note that your spouse is most likely dead. But you wonder if anyone else is left alive. Looking again at the corpse you realize that he or she is wearing a police uniform.

Stranger: You wander the store and find that the section of the store labelled ‘canned food’ has empty shelves. You manage to find two candy bars that fell beneath the shelves. Do you want them?

Stranger: You check the candy bars. They are twix bars. You open one and take a whiff. It seems to be okay.

Stranger: Candy bar x 2 has entered your Inv

Stranger: As you put the candy bars in your coat pocket you hear one of the carts behind you crash.

Stranger: You whirl around, stepping towards where you heard the noise. You don’t see anything.

Stranger: You continue to search, cautiously moving towards the front of the store. You suddenly realize something is hiding behind the store counter. You spotted something move behind the counter

Stranger: You lean over the side of the counter and a woman lunges out at you with a yell.

Stranger: You are startled and jump back, throwing a fist at her as she lunges at you. You hit her in the shoulder but you notice she is wielding a pistol.

Stranger: You dive behind one of the metal isles used for frozen food. You gag as you smell the rotting meat behind you. The room is silent, however. You didn’t hear a shot.

Stranger: You peek your head out behind the isle. She stands with sturdy footing, pointing the pistol in your direction. She is absurdly dirty, wearing a brown leather trench coat. However she looks very much alive. “Who are you!” She yells.

Stranger: “Jasmine, who are you!” You shout back at her. Surprisingly, she lowers her gun. “My name is Meghann. Are you a bandit?”

Stranger: Meghann’s laugh was cynical. She thrust her gun in her belt. “Yea. Who isn’t. I thought this building might have some food left, it’s been a week or so since I’ve been able to find anything to eat.”

Stranger: Thanks for playing. I have to take off.

Stranger: I’m just experimenting. Everybody makes their own story

Stranger: My name is Corinne

Stranger: Aw, thank you. Have a good day ok?

Stranger: Welcome to Alcoholics Anonymous. My name is QuaShawndra. Pleased to meet you this evening.

Stranger: Excellent, my Internet friend. That’s the first step. Admitting you have a problem.

Stranger: I am so sorry to hear that. In what ways has your alcohol abuse destroyed your family?

Stranger: That’s horrible. I was in a similar situation at one point. My alcohol abuse got so bad my cat refused to shower with me.

Stranger: I know, right. It is practically impossible to have fun without a beer or two. You know what, fuck this meeting. Let’s go to the bar.

Stranger: Yeah that’s what wives are for, anyway. Takin’ care of the kids and such. YEEEEEAHH SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS SHOTS EVERRRYYBODDDYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Stranger: AHAHAH same here! This is the greatest conversation I have had with anybody on here.

Stranger: Do you have Skype?

Stranger: Yay!

Stranger: It’s nice to find a moral female on here.

Stranger: I’m psychic.

Stranger: LOL

Stranger: I’m Wolf. What’s your name?

Stranger: Nice choice.

Stranger: Actually…

Stranger: Most males would’ve answered, “yes.”

Stranger: Sad but true.

Stranger: Yep.

Stranger: Skype is cam chatting ;)

Stranger: Nope. This was my first time with that one.

Stranger: So, how old are you?

Stranger: Cool.

Stranger: USA?

Stranger: Christian or non-Christian?

Stranger: Cool.

Stranger: Homeschooled or public schooled?

Stranger: Or private?

Stranger: Cool. Girl-only?

Stranger: That was wise, I suppose.

Stranger: Go wild in your late teens?

Stranger: Just asking the questions that will lead me to my bride.

Stranger: It’s not a new routine, in case you’re wondering.

Stranger: 3?

Stranger: I’m not a troll. i’m the author of a new book on purity and marital responsibility.

Stranger: But that’s besides the point…

Stranger: Did you go wild when you were in your late teens?

Stranger: 27

Stranger: Two years older than the man for whom you should be looking.

Stranger: It’s true, I promise.

Stranger: Nope.

Stranger: I’m a Caucasian and a Christian.

Stranger: Okay?

Stranger: Did you make any significant mistakes in your older teens? If you did, then you instinctively know what I’m asking.

Stranger: Have you retained your purity?

Stranger: That’s unfortunate. By having lost your purity, you became 70% more likely to end up divorced. I’m looking for a solid deal. You’re too risky. Sorry.

Stranger: would you like to have your brains eaten?

Stranger: cause i can arrange something

Stranger: as in digested. put in mouth then swallow, letting enzymes break down proteins

Stranger: because it’s the latest trend in zombieland

Stranger: no, this is worse

Stranger: you die

Stranger: because i like little boys.

Stranger: oh. you’re not a little boy?

Stranger: a little girl? children is just the general audience

Stranger: i don’t see the relation.

Stranger: maybe it’s a joke.

Stranger: hey

Stranger: male or female

Stranger: female

Stranger: women do not belong in the kitchen

Stranger: no they do not you little pig! gosh i feel sorry for whoever marries you you jacka$$

Stranger: bye

Stranger: no i will not remember that and you need to wake up this is america where i can vote and do what i want because men and women are equal you idiot

Stranger: wow you are such a fag

Stranger: I SAID FAG

Stranger: and what country is that?

Stranger: england wow your really stupid

Stranger: glad we agree about something

Stranger: by the way how old are you?

Stranger: nah i dont want to

Stranger: i will never let anything tear down my goals or what i want because what i want to do i do do those things i dont know how things are there but its different here we actually think for ourselves

Stranger: you son of a bitch where do you comeoff on telling me what i should or should not do, or what i am suposed to do you errogant bastard

Stranger: awwwww you are soooooo STUPID

Stranger: whatever, o and how old are you?

Stranger: no you are not.

Stranger: you have the word man in it to show that we were made from adam and that men are the same as women and that we are equal! oh and HOW OLD ARE YOU?

Stranger: 12