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Remember Chris Chan?

1 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-11 19:41
https://i.imgur.com/60JUgkg.jpg

Now it's out chance to turn him into the best Local Monor Celebrity on the Charlottesville area.

http://www.c-ville.com/nominate/entertainment/

[VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE VOTE
2 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-11 19:46
>>1 poor guy, turned into a women, house burnt down, made a load of money on ebay and now lets make him a celebrity now, might even get the guy some sweet prize money
3 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-11 19:55
Thanks for making your nomination in this category! Keep your eyes on the incoming results below to track the progress of your favorite people, places and things in Charlottesville. Come back May 31 to vote on the final ballot!

Annual event
4% CHRISTIAN WESTON CHANDLER 8th

Day trip
3% CHRISTINE WESTON CHANDLER 10th

First-date spot
5% CWCVILLE MALL 3rd

Gallery
7% CWC'S ROOM 4th
4% CHRISTINE WESTON CHANDLER 9th

Local TV personality
13% CHRISTINE WESTON CHANDLER 1st

Local minor celebrity
19% CHRISTINE WESTON CHANDLER 1st

Local radio personality
12% CHRISTINE WESTON CHANDLER 1st

Local radio station
4% CWC FM 9th

Local theater
10% CHRISTINE'S BEDROOM 5th

Music venue
6% CWC'S ROOM 7th

Musician
10% CHRISTIAN AND THE HEDGEHOG BOYS 2nd

Neighborhood
12% CWCVILLE 2nd

Place to dog-watch
7% CWCVILLLE 5th

Trivia night
8% CWCVILLE 3rd

kek
4 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-11 20:01
>>1
Done!
5 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-11 20:04
>>1
it's liquid chan you doofus, not chris

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GPCCyqsKsyM
6 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-11 20:13
There's a Chrischan related entry in every category so vote for him in all! Give respect to our boy in wew!
7 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-11 20:16
>>1
Can't even spell his name right in several of the categories
OP has a sub 80 IQ
8 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-11 20:19
>>7
I didn't submit any of the entries bruh, I am just advertising the poll.
9 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-11 20:39
>>1
PSA:
Open in incognito tab and you can take it more than once
only answer where Christine actually makes sense, so not places like Gallery or where to hear music or shit like that.
10 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-11 20:43
>>1

So what does Chris get if he wins? Attention from the media? Money?
11 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-11 20:53
>>10
That's what worries me, I don't want to fund his lifestyle. Honestly I was hoping for the fucker to buy too many toys and end up skint.
12 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-11 21:03
>>9
I only answered
Day Trip (14 Branchland Court)
First Date Spot (Downtown Mall)
Local Minor Celebrity (Christine Weston Chandler)
Musician (Christian and the Hedgehog Boys)
13 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-11 21:07
As much fun as this is I'm worried about it going back into him feeling entitled to everything for winning another contest. At the same time he has been in shit for a while cause of trolls and his own doing so this is morally grey, no right or wrong.
14 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-11 21:12
>>11
Even if he does win money from this, he'll spend it on Transformers instead of paying the bills, so either way he's fucked.
15 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-11 21:17
>>13
If he goes back to feeling entitled, i'd be very surprised. He'll know right away it was the doing of the trolls.
16 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-11 21:23
Voted appropriately. A lot of spacker shit on there but oh well. Got a laugh out of "Soup Hotel."
17 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-11 21:37
none of u lamers voted for barb in minor celeb, i am disappoint
18 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-11 21:49
Chris Chan
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19 Name: Christopher Weston Chandler 2017-05-12 05:16
I need help. Long story short is there anywhere on Earth a woman could live out his her life with $10,000. I desperately need a change.
20 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-12 06:00
>>19
Philippines, Vietnam or Cambodia is way cheaper.
21 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-12 12:38
Did someone buy that shirt or not?
22 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-12 23:50
Lel
23 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-13 03:13
>>1
This is such a raw, potent and unique level of shitposting I haven't seen since ever.
24 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-13 08:09
>>21
The buyer needed to wear gloves, and had to grab the shit and throw it away.
25 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-13 14:10
>>24
No way did someone pay $25000 for that cum covered rag.
26 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-13 19:35
>>25
We will never know.
27 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-13 22:14
>>26
But I need to know!
28 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-14 01:11
>>27
Don't jump a fence if your not ready to face what's on the other side.
29 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-14 10:45
Oh my god!

https://i.imgur.com/jUrQ12f.jpg

He`s got pregnant.
30 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-14 22:02
>>29
Is that actually him after all these years? Man, he's really gone down the pooper.
31 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-14 22:30
>>29
Surely he could sell the pendant and become a millionaire and live like a king.
32 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-14 22:34
Never think that chris has hit rock bottom. He will always fall farther and farther.
33 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-14 22:54
>>32
This fucking guy gets it. When Snorlax kicks it, he's FUCKED.

Bank gets house and Chris becomes institutionalized. What's next after that then? Part of me thinks he'll become a whore on the street or Craigslist cock sucker.
34 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-14 23:06
I need an update on this story.
35 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-15 06:57
>>34
No you don't.
36 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-15 15:10
>>35
Yes I do?
37 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-16 05:31
>>36
No you don't.
38 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-16 07:19
>>37
Speak for yourself.
39 Name: Christian Weston Chandler 2017-05-16 07:43
Hello im Christian Weston Chandler I have court tomorrow, i went into liqour store with a buddy and he shoved a bottle down his pants, im an accessory to the crime but i didnt snatch the bottle am i just as fucked as him?
40 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-16 09:46
>>39
The Consequences will never be the same!
41 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-16 10:02
>>39
Hey Christian you should start an online business selling shit.
42 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-16 12:24
>>41
Don't give him her ideas.
43 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-17 01:43
What used to be considered crazy and unacceptable is now considered normal and worth protecting.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sFBOQzSk14c
44 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-17 03:04
>>43
Good point. Probably has a lot to do with the mindset you're in.
45 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-16 05:46
https://i.imgur.com/QdmOJjH.jpg

Did some late night Encyclopaedia Dramatica surfing, and I discovered the legend himself, Chris-chan. What can you guys tell me about him and his work, and how bad Sonichu is?
46 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-17 16:59
>>45
Go onto DeviantArt to see Sonichu stuff. He also has a YouTube channel called "Cwcville Guardian".
47 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-17 19:06
Douglas Hofstadter said that "the self is an hallucination hallucinated by an hallucination" what did he mean by that?
48 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-17 22:29
>>47
Doug is a bloody nerd who needs go back to sucking Randall Munroe's thick python.
49 Name: Anonymous 2017-05-17 23:44
>>48
Must have a cold heart.
50 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-15 23:33
Someone told me that ChrisChan is dead, Is s/he really dead?
51 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-16 00:53
>>50
That's what I heard. Couldn't make rent or something.
52 Name: SuperFratBoyExtreme 2018-06-16 01:45
>>50
Nope. >>50 is just being a faggot again.
53 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-16 01:49
>>50
What happened?
54 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-16 02:03
I don't know anyone who got trolled as bad as Chris Chan did, maybe that Jessi Slaughter slut and that SFBE faggot.
55 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-16 02:13
Do people still care about Maximus Autisticus?
56 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-16 02:17
>>52
Shut the fuck up faggot. Go and take more of your HRT.
57 Name: SuperFratBoyExtreme 2018-06-16 02:23
>>56
Yeah I'm so triggered I could be easily mistaken for a trans-sexual liberal faggot
58 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-16 02:49
The mere image of Chris chan ignite the flames of even the most holy of saints and pure souls. Don't fight for Chris chan
59 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-17 14:44
So is Chris Chan dead or not?
60 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-17 18:16
>>57
Isn't this how democracy works?
61 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-17 19:22
>>57
Fuck off with this cringe, you lonely 12 year old sperg. Got a problem with someone? Grow the fuck up, look them in the eye and tell them.

You snivelling little cowardly piece of shit.
62 Name: SuperFratBoyExtreme 2018-06-17 19:33
I must confess to my collaboration with the Illuminati to bring down the west from within. Kanye West was our primary agent to insure western destruction
63 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-18 02:51
>>62
Rude.
64 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-19 18:26
When did fatty-bashing become acceptable from the Left progressives?
65 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-21 19:19
A free market like what the US has is great. If you're poor, you can be rich! The problem is how lazy people are, and then they bitch about things not being equal when they just want a handout.
66 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-22 18:28
I don't care what anybody says. In my opinion, 9/11 was a national tragedy.
67 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-23 19:26
>>62
Confess your lies, your misgivings, your fears, confess.
Confess your wants, your needs, your evil deeds, confess.
Confess.
Confess.
C̝̻o̡̻̫̮̪̝͡͠ṇ̵͕̱͓̥̪͞f̷̣̞̱̝è͈͖͚̬͉͓͖s͚̺̼̹̫̺͙s̶̭̩̜̰̝̗̘̦

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68 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-24 17:16
>>67
No.
69 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-25 21:00
Any1 want to critic a piece of shit I wrote?

A soft breeze passed through the dune as the morning sun peaked over the distant pillars of sand. The desert floor came to life as wind caressed its surface, rolling grains of sand creating a dusty mist. Local wildlife crept from the dark corners yet untouched by the rising sun eager to find the days first meal. Imani slept on her side hugging her knapsack closely to her chest. She lay still till a brilliant orange beam of light slowly swept over her face. Squinting her eye's she took in a breath of the dry morning air and exhaled. Leaning forward in her sleeping bag she yawned and stretched her arms as far as she could, dispelling the hold of drowsiness upon her.

Pulling her knees to her chest she looked to the others sleeping around her. Huddled together were three Opteran's, bipedal insectoid creatures that stood as tall as any human. Yellow grey skin was covered by a hard carapace that padded their shoulders, knees, and covered the length of their chest and waist. Long boney arms hung at their sides and two black beady eyes, devoid of emotion, dotted their face. She stood up from her sleeping bag and walked over to where they slept. The three were tightly packed together, " As together as a can of sardines," she thought to herself. She nudged Bito, the unofficial translator of the trio, and stood back when his eyes popped open. He clicked and chirped as he slowly rose to meet Imani's stare.

"Time to get up, the sun's starting to rise and I want to reach the Gouge before noon," Imani explained, "no telling what trouble we may find if we doddle to long out here." Bito glanced around at their surroundings, nodded and gave a click of agreement. "I wake others. You pack-yes?" He responded in broken English. A slight click came with every few words. Imani nodded back and began packing her sleeping bag. Bito knelt by his kin and gently poked at their wide foreheads with his thin fingers. Imani peered from the corner of her eye as he woke them. For what seemed like an expressionless race, they expressed a tender side towards their own. Follic woke first, with Ren right after and soon the morning expedition was underway. The sun steadily rose in the distant casting a blanket of light over the silent desert.

Imani's feet sunk into the sand with each step, making long-distance travel an exhausting affair, at least for her. She looked up the hill at her Opteran companions ahead. They traversed the hill with relative ease, their bodies slim and light. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple, she rose her hand to wipe it away. The knapsack weighed heavily on her back. Each step met with a great force of effort. Suddenly she walked into Ren's back almost toppling him over in the process. Ren clicked, annoyed. "Wha? Whats the holdup?" Imani groaned as she made her way past him to the top of the hill. She stood atop the hill and saw what appeared to be an old abandoned village. Buildings with crumbling walls shattered windows and loose doors populated the village below. Large fields of crops lay on the outskirts unattended and had been long dead. Ren looked to Bito made a series of clicks and chirps while pointing to the village. Bito nodded and clicked back, placing his open hand on Ren's chest, a sign heeding to be alert. Ren confirmed his warning and sprinted down the hill leaving a trail of dust in his wake.

"You sure its safe for him to go alone?" Imani asked Bito. "Yes. Ren good-scout. Very quick. No catch." Bito responded with a sense of pride. He appeared to care deeply for the ones he traveled with but Ren more than most. They watched as Ren speedily mad his way toward the edge of the village and took cover behind what seemed to be a farmhouse missing its main doors. He cautiously peered inside, and sure that no danger was present made his way to the building closest to it and did the same. After some time, Ren returned to the group. He swept his hand across his forehead, a sign of "all clear". They all made their way to the ruins of the village and began to scavage for supplies that could be useful.

Imani's search proved fruitless. No food, water or a single unbroken tool. The place was ravaged not by time, but by raiders. Not uncommon in that time it was a staple of everyday life. A crude reminder that the world was cruel and unforgiving. Follic entered a small shack just outside the crop fields one hand on his sidearm, a small rugged bone dagger he carved himself. An overturned bookcase lay on the floor in the center of the room. The only light emitted from the entryway of the shack illuminating the dust floating in the air. He looked to the walls and saw empty tool shelves and faded blood spattered on the wall. Not much filled the shack so Follic turned his attention to the overturned bookcase and lifted it. Peaking under a glisten of light reflected off something in the pile of rubble underneath. Follic reached one hand into the pile and grasped the orb-like object. Its metallic surface shone brilliantly in the sun casting reflections of light onto the walls. He clicked and chirped in excitement.

The group gathered at the center of the village by makeshift gallows at the allotted time to share their findings. "I haven't found a damn thing. Any luck on your ends?" Imani reported looked to Bito to translate. He turned to the others and let out a string of clicks. They in turn responded. "Nothing," Bito said dishearted. Imani crouched and leaned against the beams of the gallows. "Alright, let's take a breather before we head out." She sighed as she began to pull out her water pouch. The Opteran's all sat down with the exception of Bito. "I search-more. Maybe treasure hides in fields." He said. "Knock yourself out," Imani gasped between gulps," you know where to find us." Bito made his way to the fields north of the village.

Imani pulled out her rations, a food brick, compressed bread beans and rice. "What I would do for a piece of meat right now," she thought to herself," its been too long. She looked at the other two. They had pulled out desert mice long dead from their bags and were ripping it apart with their hands. The stench of decay filled the air. "Oh god that's disgusting!" She exclaimed, her face twisting in disgust. Follic continued ravaging the little mouse and putting chunks of semi-decayed meat in his mouth. Ren looked up to Imani and extended his hand with chunks of flesh in his palms. He chirped happily as if to offer her some. She looked at the mess before her and then to Ren. His beady eyes stared blankly back at her. "No thanks Ren, I no longer have an appetite." She forced back a gag and put the food brick back into her bag. Ren shrugged and stuffed the handful of meat into his mouth and swallowed whole.

Time passed. Then some more. Eventually, worry crept into Ren causing him to be uneasy. He chirped to Follic who did not turn to respond. Another chirp and Follic clicked a few times, waving his hand in the air lazily. Ren looked to Imani and clicked. She looked up and though his face showed no expression she also felt the touch of worry ping in her chest. "Its been too long since Bito left. We have to go check on him. Make sure he's okay. Right, Ren?" He looked back at her in confusion. She stood up and grabbed her knapsack. "Let's go find him." She yawned. She motioned with her hand indicating for them to follow. Follic lazily stood up while Ren sprung to attention. The three gathered their belongings and made way to the dead crops at the end of the village.

Thats what i made. Any thoughts critics welcome.
70 Name: Anonymous 2018-06-30 12:38
>>69
Any1 want to critic a piece of shit I wrote?

No I don't SFBE.
71 Name: ~*CowShit*~ 2018-06-30 22:39
>>70
Dick fuck!
72 Name: CuckFunger 2018-07-01 19:06
The user and all related content has been deleted.
73 Name: Anonymous 2018-07-05 13:28
I did it.
74 Name: Anonymous 2018-07-29 23:38
>>71
eejit
75 Name: Anonymous 2018-09-13 06:47
Is he died yet?
76 Name: Anonymous 2018-09-13 17:35
>>75
Don't know and don't care.
77 Name: Anonymous 2018-09-15 17:05
>>62
When will you understand that you're better off posting anonymously? You get rekt all the time.
78 Name: Anonymous 2018-09-16 00:21
>>77
He/her just can't help him/herself.
79 Name: Anonymous 2018-09-20 12:01
>>78
Is it deed yet?

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