Ask jkid Anything You Want. ANYTHING.

[Elija2]

You'd think that when someone who shows up everyday for six years straight suddenly disappears without a word for more than 24 hours someone would start to ask a question or two.

I don't think you've been here every day.

What's your favourite thing you ever got from Club Nintendo?

[jkid101094]

Not sure, but I can tell you that the buttons weren't all that great.

[Hakudamashi]

If Wii Fit Trainer was your trainer, would you be encouraged to work out?

[Elija2]

What's your favourite Ace Attorney game?

[jkid101094]

If Wii Fit Trainer was your trainer, would you be encouraged to work out?

She got me to do 100 push ups in a row for her before so yeah.

What's your favourite Ace Attorney game?

Dual Destinies.

[jkid101094]

I prefer her sister anyway.

And I don't use the 3D on the 3DS.

[Elija2]

Now I'm really wondering why you love the New 3DS so much.

How many siblings do you have?

[jkid101094]

Two biological ones and three step siblings.

Three boys and two girls.

Not counting abortions and miscarriages because if I did we'd be here another year.

[Elija2]

Not counting abortions and miscarriages because if I did we'd be here another year.

Jesus Christ, did your parents actually tell you about every sibling you almost had?

Are any of your siblings as weird as you?

[jkid101094]

Jesus Christ, did your parents actually tell you about every sibling you almost had?

Probably not, meaning there could be many more than I know of. Also, parents? Have you really forgotten that much about me?

Are any of your siblings as weird as you?

My little sister looks up to me as a role model so you can imagine she's just as weird as me, if not more so.

[jkid101094]

...yes?

Do you really want me to tell you all about my family problems?

What's one example of her being weirder than you?

She once stated that when she grows up that she wants to be a "psycho killer", and that was fairly recent.

...she's only 7.

[Elija2]

Do you really want me to tell you all about my family problems?

Yes.

She once stated that when she grows up that she wants to be a "psycho killer", and that was fairly recent.

...she's only 7.

Oh, so she's the person who you wouldn't be surprised if they were a serial killer. That's...still a creepy thing to expect someone to do though.

Is she into plant and slime boys?

[jkid101094]

Yes.

Should I start a new topic then so I can link you to it every time you forget again or would you rather me throw it here so it's hard to find?

Oh, so she's the person who you wouldn't be surprised if they were a serial killer. That's...still a creepy thing to expect someone to do though.

Honestly the anxiety ridden child in me thinks almost everyone is out to watch me die but that's just because of my disorder.

Is she into plant and slime boys?

Well she's only seven years old. I wouldn't know.

[jkid101094]

Well, at least if your sister does become a serial killer she'll probably spare your life since you're so close to her. She'll only kill everyone else you love!

Haha...This is the hilarious part where I reveal that she knows about all of you.

What would you do if your sister told you that she wanted to be a boy?

Who am I to tell her no? It's her life, she can do what she wants with it and I'll still love her.

Up to you.

Well OK, then.

My biological mother is a whore and a drug addict. I wasn't born because she wanted a child, I was born because my father's condom broke and he just happened to be her current boyfriend at the time. Yes, you read that right, I'm a legit bastard.

So since my biological mother (henceforth known as Ronnie) is such a terrible person and unfit to take care of even herself they would literally not release me into her custody (the same with my older brother and little sister). Since lord only knows what happens to kids in bad foster homes my grandmother (henceforth known as mom) adopted us so that we could stay with our families despite her having already raised three children of her own. Needless to say Ronnie didn't stick around with my dad for too long and after she milked him out of his money she immediately left him for God only knows who. The worst part is that at the time she was also dating another guy (henceforth known as Uncle Ben) who was thought to be my father until I popped out of the womb with tanned skin. If you think that's bad, though, my sister had the same problem and had to get a DNA test so that mom could get child support from whoever her real father was. My older brother easily has it the worst with four potential fathers and nothing having been done to find out who he is. One of the four ran out of gas on a train track and was apparently killed by an oncoming train when he was still young so it's possible his father is actually dead...morale of the story, Ronnie is probably the lowest form of human being on the planet.

Mom wasn't married either at the time having divorced her previous husband so I grew up with only a mother which is why I made a point of correcting you when you implied I actually had parents. To make matters worse Ronnie would only pop up whenever she felt like showing off what "a good mother" she was to her children so she could keep him around long enough to get as much money and drugs off him as she could. Nine times out of ten this actually ended up with her driving her current boyfriend so batshit insane that they legitimately became a different person. I remember once mom told me that Ronnie's current boyfriend beat the shit out of her and left her in a parking lot and instead of going, "Is mommy OK?" I just shook my head and noted that it wasn't unexpected.

Meanwhile my dad got married to someone else with two children of her own from a previous marriage (an older sister and a brother around my age) and the two of them eventually had a child together which actually means I was wrong earlier. I only have two step siblings...whoops. His new wife was afraid that if he came to see me, though, that he might cheat on her with Ronnie so as the days went by he would show up less and less until there came a few year gap between his visits. Thankfully after they had their child together she was confident enough in their relationship to let him visit me again but that's honestly only based on what mom told me. I don't remember much from back then.

Growing up people would come and go from our house and traumatizing events happened here and there. My brother beat me up a lot when mom would leave us with certain people babysitting us because instead of stopping the fight they would cheer him on and laugh when I cried or got mad or ran. Mom was sort of like my guardian angel because as soon as she came back it would all stop, I would rat him out and he'd be put in his place. His abuse didn't stop at a physical level either. I really appreciate life and growing up this was a defining trait of me (and still is) to a point where I would cautiously walk outside to avoid stepping on ants. Johnathon knew this and would often kill insects in front of me just to provoke a reaction and generally I would cry to mom and he'd get yelled at.

Now, I've never told anyone outside my family this, not even my therapist or even Kay and GD, but for the sake of finally getting it off my chest and because I'm in an incredibly open mood tonight I'll tell you.

Now, the beatings got pretty bad. I wouldn't usually bleed but I'd have scratches and bruises, not to mention emotional scarring from my aunts, uncles and other relatives always teasing me. Since I was the only hispanic person in the family (due to my father) I would often get called derogatory hispanic names and be teased about it. Not only that but since I wasn't a "manly man" like the rest of the guys in my family I got the end of the faggot insults. Over time these built up and destroyed my confidence in my family, other people and myself.

People know that about me, yeah, but what I've never told them about are the two times things got a little out of hand. I don't remember which happened first but basically on two separate occasions the abuse and teasing got so bad that I threatened both homicide and suicide, to a point where I would take sharp knives out of the drawer and either put them to my throat or attack my brother with them. Both times though I ended up dropping the knife and crying to my mom. I specifically recall my brother asking, "Why is he crying? I was the one who was attacked." These two events stopped the abuse for all but a night until they started again like nothing had even happened. I swear to God I've never dealt with more obnoxiously oblivious assholes in my life.

Thankfully those two secrets never left the house and I'm not really sure if I should be posting them on a public forum but hey, anyone that digs this up is honestly going to want to know about me anyway so at least they'll find what they're looking for.

When I was maybe about four (I'm just estimating) my uncle Vince married a woman named Marguerite and the two of them had a son together who they named Wesley Edward Trybul. I was an awkward kid in school what with the combination of my yet to be diagnosed anxiety disorder and my general fear of interacting with other kids around me so I didn't make many, if really any, friends. The only non relatives I really talked to were either my brothers friends or people like Uncle Ben who might as well have been family. Wes was no exception and while our relationship started out rocky at first (I specifically recall him refusing to share a Mewtwo toy of his with me and me getting angry over it) we quickly discovered we had similar interests and became pretty fast friends. In fact, Wes was probably the only person up until 2009 or so that I could actually call my friend. We played Sonic together, we played Mario, Pikmin, Kirby, etc. Even after my brother had "outgrown" Nintendo games Wes and I shared a love for all things Nintendo.

You know what series Wes loved above all else though? Pokémon. Even after Pokémania died down during the release of Ruby and Sapphire Wes was on the ball getting every game, action figure, book, etc. available and watching every episode of the anime by any means necessary. Naturally despite the long catalog of games we could play together Pokémon was our big deal. Wes would always cover me and go for the opposite game in the series so we could trade as well as getting himself the other version because of how much he loved the franchise. He even gave me his version of Pearl because I couldn't afford a game that generation for my birthday. He didn't go out and buy me a new copy, he just straight out gave me his which made the cartridge all the more special to me.

Around the time Pokémon Platinum was about to hit shelves in North America I recall us playing Battle Revolution having discovered that Action Replay was a thing and just screwing around with impossibly hacked Pokemon. His main team consisted of a Rayquaza named Ray, and shiny Rayquaza named Black Ray (original, I know) and the four fire starters at the time; Charizard, Typhlosion, Blaziken and Infernape. I remember thinking around that time that Pokémon was starting to bore me and that maybe I had outgrown it. While he was hyped for Platinum I wasn't planning on getting it because I had decided I was done with the series.

Around that time was the Summer I spent at his house. We were pretty much roomies and slept in the basement together so we could stay up all night on the Wii (his dad was pretty strict). It was then that I got my first real exposure to the internet since I hadn't really had internet at my house up to that point...It's also when we discovered that Princess Peach hentai was a thing and our teenage hormones shot through the roof. Thank God his parents never found out about that. They knew he would watch porn with his friends on occasion and grounded him for it every time the secret slipped, but I honestly don't know how they'd react to the two of us being animephiles.

The Summer also began a new turn in my life where Wes' new father would always send us outside for hours at a time which caused me to lose a ton of weight (well that, swimming and Wii Fit). He also introduced me to his friends whom you guys might actually know since I've talked about them to Nazo and Wind before. Naturally, being a momma's boy I hit it off with the girls a bit more so than the guys but we still had a pretty good group going. Katie (Wes' friend's sister) and I hit it off particularly well. She'd greet me everyday with "Justin, my best friend!" and a hug and we actually walked around the block a few times and talked to each other and it made me feel like I really could make friends after all. The group of us hung out almost daily riding bikes, swimming in the nearby clubhouse (basically a big building to fuck around in). I remember one time Wes and I grabbed the ping pong balls and paddles and went into the enclosed basketball court and started playing a neutered version of Tennis where we'd just rally the ball back and fourth. Needless to say we were both kicked out for doing it and we spent the entire walk home laughing about it.

So needless to say "The Greatest Summer Ever!" had to end at some point and school picked up again. Since Wes lived so far away at that point I wasn't able to talk to him, Katie or the others unless I either went there or they came here. Since it was about an hours drive away we sort of lost touch over the next few months. Since I now knew what the internet was I remember finding out about the RPG Maker and Game Maker series and pirating the hell out of them to live out my dream of being a developer. I got so enthralled with the programs I would actually skip out on going to see Wes in order to keep playing with them. Before I knew it it was Christmas of 2008 and I had gone at least three months without any interaction between myself and my group of friends. Wes and his parents stopped by to drop me off an early Christmas present, a Wii carrying bag, for the next time I would bring me Wii out there. They offered to bring me out to spend Christmas and New Years with them but I opted to stay at home with my family. It was then that the deal was set to go out there with my family for New Years 2009 and of course I was excited.

I remember waking up on December, 31st 2008 with my mom standing over my bed. I can't remember what was going through my head at the time but I can vividly remember mom saying, "Get up, Wes is in the hospital."

I spent the entire car ride there crying. I didn't know what was going on. No one knew what had happened just that he was lying in a hospital bed. Wes was never a normal kid, and you could tell that just by looking at him. He had a disease from birth that I honestly can't remember the name of  but I do recall it being named after a person. For those of you curious this is what he looked like. That made it even harder to narrow down a cause but I guess most doctors agreed he had suffered a stroke. I remember walking into his room to give support and not even being able to speak because I couldn't stand to see him hooked up to so many tubes. Even then I went to bed that night at his house positive that when I woke up in the morning I'd hear good news and Wes would be back to normal. The next day I promptly marched into the waiting room with the rest of his family ready to share my confidence with everyone...but instead of being greeted with smiling faces and accepting nods I was instead greeted by a silent room and the words, "Nobody told you...?"

It was then that I learned that Wes was in a coma and that even if he was able to recover he would live as a vegetable, unable to use any of the senses he had left because of his condition in the first place. Turns out that by the time I had gotten there the decision to pull the plug had already been made and my confidence had just made everyone feel even shittier. After another bout of crying on the shoulder of anyone that would hold me I saw my best friend alive for the very last time and headed back to his house out of depression. I don't remember how I spent the rest of that day, I just remember crying next to mom and vowing to never make another friend to avoid that sort of heartbreak ever happening to me again.

The wake came and past. The funeral did the same and even though it was hard my uncle Jimmy did probably the first kind thing he had ever done for me and got everyone to allow me to carry the casket from the closest handel to his heart. I ended up throwing my right Paul Bearer's glove into the grave with the rest of everyone else's but I managed to talk everyone into letting me keep the left glove. I don't remember what my logic was for that, I guess I just figured it'd be better if I kept the one for my less dominant hand out of respect or something. That and a few roses from the wake were supposed to be put in a frame dedicated to Wes but we never got around to it. The roses and glove are still here, actually. We accidentally found them the other day.

So more time passed and I got increasingly more depressed. My teachers were even kind enough to let me off without homework for about two weeks to give me time to try to get over what had happened. I didn't but I appreciated the sentiment. The school year ended and by that point we had gotten our own internet connection so, in true jkid fashion, I would sit in my room all day a watch YouTube videos to keep me occupied.

It was then on April 3rd, 2009 that I discovered a video about a fangame called, "Super Smash Brothers: Gateway of Wonders". It was an RPG made in (what else?) RPG Maker and what they had done looked really cool so I wanted to find out more about it and stay updated. It was then that I noticed that they had linked a forum in the description. I had heard of forums previously and had an OK understanding of what they were. This had me faced with a pretty big decision. While all I really wanted was to keep updated with the game, these were people in my field doing something we both shared a love for. After a bit of thinking it over I decided to go sign up with the intention of helping however I could but not getting upset when I encountered assholes...but, to my surprise the people there were totally cool. I had absolutely expected them to be some high and mighty dick holes like I had seen on YouTube but they were the exact opposite. They were cool and down to Earth just like I was and it was there that I decided that maybe I could still make friends. I started going to the local library so I can change my avatar and actually use a keyboard to send them messages. They had essentially (and indirectly, mind you) helped me out of one of the toughest times in my life and filled me with hope and confidence again and that's something I could never repay them for.

A few months later I found out you could hack the PC version of Sonic Adventure DX which is a game I loved on the Dreamcast and Gamecube. Interested in the idea I dug through YouTube looking for a place I could get it for free. Eventually I was lead to another forum called, "Sonic ZONE" and figured that if I did it once I could do it again, so I joined up and got to talking to see if I could make some new friends...The rest is recorded right here on this site if you really care to look it up.

In the gist of things I've had a pretty rough life, I mean, when mom used to sell pills we were loaded and I got pretty much everything I wanted. Even still the abuse from my brother and relatives drove me into a very early on depression which Wes' death only made worse at a time when everything seemed to be looking up. Even still after being in the middle of a police raid on my house, being scared to the point of having PTSD by my brother and family, losing my best friend to bullshit I couldn't even help or control and dropping out of school due to being more motivated to check my PMs than do my homework here I am 20 years later posting my story to the internet because one guy likes to stick his nose in other people's private lives.

Anyway, that took me a long fucking time to type. I started typing this like...10 minutes after Elija posted his last comment if that, so use the times between our posts to gauge how much time I put into trying to include everything I could into this post. Maybe I'll even show Katheryn this...maybe.

Good night, you poptarts.

[jkid101094]

Well this is an AMA thread.