There was a boy named Eugene, and on the playground everyone called him gay back in grade 6, but he was a tard as well, so they called him Slow Homo, or Slow Mo for short. After several years of the bullshit, he was a sophomore, and he was done with it. He was early to class that morning. And I knew why. I had an advantage over the other kids though,
I wasn’t a dick to him.
He proceeded to reach into his backpack and pulled out two glocks. He shot in the air a bit and then had everyone on the floor. He turned to me, presenting me a glock in a crouched position, and asks “Are you in?” I reply “Oh yes…this is where the fun begins.”
I turned to the door, kicking it down with the greatest force possible, and headed straight to the room where the GSA would meet. The gays, fur-fags, and feminists were right there, talking about their transformation to the sexual identity of pansexual toasters. I waited outside the door, and signaled for Eugene to come my way. He shouted his count down
10
9
8
7
who cares 3210
We opened the door and then a skeleton popped out
Source: http://trollpasta.wikia.com/wiki/Slow_Mo