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After about an hour of cleaning, with Pete's help, Jimmy finishes tidying up his room.
As he looks at the clock on the wall after completing the cleaning and saying goodbye to Pete, he sees that it's 6:03. Since classes start at 7:30, he has a little over an hour of free time. So, after a good shower, Jimmy leaves the dormitory, carrying his backpack with the materials he'll need for the day's classes, heading toward the school's main building.
During the short walk to his destination, he heard more than a few times insults and provocations from some idiots, who, despite being looking somewhat hesitant to pick a fight with Jimmy, as they had already heard about the earlier fight and how the newcomer was brutal and able to stand up to Russell toe-to-toe, it very much seemed like they wanted him to react to their provocations for whatever reason it was.
Near the entrance, as soon as he enters the main school building, Jimmy quickly notices Gary intimidating a chubby boy, who had the zipper of his shorts open.
"Why are you bullying the kid? And hey, your shorts zipper's open, chubs", Jimmy says as he approaches, taking the opportunity to inform the chubby boy about his shorts.
"Finally, you weren't in a hurry, huh, Jimmy? I had to wait an hour for you", Gary says, clearly irritated with Jimmy's delay, completely forgetting about the chubby boy he was intimidating just a second ago.
Without even thanking Jimmy, the chubby boy takes advantage of Gary's lack of attention to flee, leaving a trail of yellow liquid on the floor as he goes, having probably wet himself completely.
"That's not my problem. You're not glued to me or anything. You waited because you wanted to. I told you I was cleaning my room, and as far as I know, I don't have super speed or reality-bending powers", Jimmy says, not caring about Gary's stupid complaints.
"Oh, super speed and reality distortion, wow! It won't be long before you're sitting at the same table as those virgins greasy nerds, playing their stupid fantasy little games", Gary remarks, mocking Jimmy.
"Oh! If you're calling others virgins, you must've had loads of sex in your life then. Let's be honest here, Gary, it's more likely that the hottest supermodel in the world would beg to give a filthy homeless guy who hasn't showered in years a blowjob than for you to convince a girl to willingly let you stick that limp little dick of yours into her pussy", Jimmy retorts, not letting Gary's jab slide.
"Go fuck yourself, Jimmy. Let's go, I'll show you this prison", Gary retorts before starting to walk, calling Jimmy to follow him.
"Alright, let's go", Jimmy says, following Gary to the student lockers on the right side of the building.
There, they find Russell leaning against one of the lockers. Seeing him, Gary starts to say, "That's Russell's locker, you know, the gorilla you fought earlier."
'Locker? Oh shit, I forgot that thing existed, no one told me where mine is, and I forgot to ask. Well, fuck it, it's not like I'll need a locker anyway. The dorm is just a few steps away, and my backpack only has a notebook, pencil, eraser, and pen. If I was supposed to have more stuff, then no one told me anything about it', Jimmy thinks as he hears Gary mention Russell's locker. To clarify, Jimmy's eidetic memory is like, let's say, a computer, it stores everything Jimmy has seen and experienced in both lives without being able to delete anything. However, that's all it does: it just stores. To access a piece of information, Jimmy has to go and search for it himself, so he can still 'forget' things if he doesn't look for them at that specific moment.
"How do you know that?", Jimmy asks, puzzled, turning his attention to the part where Gary, for some reason, mentioned that he knew Jimmy had fought Russell.
"News travels fast in this prison, friend", Gary replies sarcastically.
Russell notices the two and walks up to Jimmy. "You're the new kid who fought Russell earlier, Jimmy, right?"
"That's right, big guy. You remembered my name", Jimmy says, extending his hand for a handshake.
"Russell couldn't introduce himself earlier because of that annoying inspector. Nice to meet you, Russell's name is Russell", Russell introduces himself, shaking hands with Jimmy.
"Yeah, I kind of figured your name is Russell. By the way, you fight pretty well. I'm sure that punch of yours would've done some serious damage if it had hit me", Jimmy comments, striking up a conversation.
"Hahaha, Russell also thinks Jimmy fights well. You're fast, and those punches of yours made Russell feel quite a bit of pain too", Russell says, letting out a laugh.
"The only way to beat you was to be faster than you, after all. Well, I gotta go now, this idiot here is showing me around the school. See you around, big guy", Jimmy comments, pointing to Gary behind him, who seemed confused by this interaction.
"Alright, Russell sees Jimmy around", Russell says, bidding farewell to Jimmy, who was already walking away with Gary.
"You're little buddies now? I thought you two were fighting earlier", Gary asks mockingly.
"Friendships are formed like this, one moment you're beating the crap out of each other, and the next you're good friends", Jimmy says, shrugging.
"Well, now we gotta test something somewhere else", Gary says, guiding Jimmy to an adjacent hallway of lockers.
"Test what? What are you talking about?", Jimmy asks, confused.
"Test if you know how to break into a locker, and since you're buddies with the school's gorilla, it's going to have to be another idiot's locker", Gary says, pointing to a locker for Jimmy to break into.
"Fuck off, I'm not doing that", Jimmy says, frowning.
"Ohh, scared?", Gary asks, taunting Jimmy.
"Scared, is my fat balls. I'm not going to gain shit from doing that shit", Jimmy retorts, not caring at all about Gary's provocation.
"Come on, they're practically treasure chests begging to be opened, who knows what you could find inside", Gary says, trying to convince Jimmy to break into a locker.
"Ohhhh, how cool. I'm not breaking into any damn locker", Jimmy says, pretending to be interested before simply rejecting Gary's idea to his face.
"You're just being a coward, that's all, now let's go, this way", Gary says, guiding Jimmy down another path.
And while guiding Jimmy through the school corridors, Gary ends up stepping on a bunch of marbles scattered on the floor, crashing face-first onto the ground.
"Did you seriously not see those marbles?", Jimmy asks amused, stepping around the marbles and passing by Gary.
"If you saw them earlier, why didn't you warn me?", Gary asks, irritated.
"And miss the chance to see an asshole like you face-plant on the floor? Nah, thanks", Jimmy comments, with a slight smile.
And then, after getting up and recovering from the fall, Gary resumes guiding Jimmy until they reach the side of the girls' bathroom, from which a crying chubby girl exits.
"Ihh, look at that, dude. That weird fat girl there is Eunice. Let's go there and see why that whale is crying, and then we can make fun of her", Gary says, nudging Jimmy with his elbow, pointing at the crying fat girl, Eunice, coming out of the restroom. "Oh my God, oh my God, ahhh nooo!!"
"You're disturbed, man, alright, Eunice, right? What happened? Why are you crying?", Jimmy says to Gary before turning to Eunice, getting closer, and then asking.
"He took my chocolates... please, get them back", Eunice pleads, holding back tears.
"Alright, and where's the guy who took your chocolate?", Jimmy asks, glancing at Gary as if asking what the hell he's supposed to do now.
"In the boys' bathroom, I saw him going in there", Eunice says, pointing to the side, where the hallway continued toward the other side of the school.
"Alright", Jimmy says before walking down the hallway, with Gary following closely behind.
"I told you, weird girl, right?", Gary asks, with a malicious smile on his face.
"Mehh, I'm sure there are people stranger than her", Jimmy says, shrugging.
"Look, the pig is eating the chocolates inside the bathroom. Let's grab this thing and return it to that fatty", Gary comments as soon they reach the front of the men's bathroom, where through the open door, they can see a skinny boy wearing a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, a tie, and a long green Bullworth sweater over it all, holding a red heart-shaped box of chocolates, eating his contents.
"Hey, Diary of a Wimpy Kid, hand over the fucking box of chocolates before I break your jaw, and you end up eating through a straw for the next few months", entering the bathroom and advancing toward the boy, Jimmy threatens him, extending his hand to receive the chocolate box instead of just snatching it from his hand, a clear gesture that if he had to take the box himself, this kid would be spending the next few days in a hospital bed.
Just by the aura Jimmy exuded, the boy already had a feeling that something bad would happen if he didn't hand over the box.
"Here, take this stupid chocolate, I don't want trouble", the boy, intimidated by Jimmy's presence, says, handing him the chocolate box before running out of the bathroom.
Taking two of the chocolates from the box, which was still practically full, Jimmy leaves the bathroom and, while eating one of the chocolates, offers the other to Gary, who was waiting outside.
"What's that?", Gary asks, confused, looking at the chocolate Jimmy was offering him.
"There are more than fifty pieces of chocolate in this box, that skinny guy ate maybe four chocolates at most, if we take two, it won't make a difference. Take it, it's one of those fancy chocolate boxes", Jimmy says, offering the chocolate to Gary again.
"Alright, now let's take this box to the whale", Gary says, taking the chocolate and eating it.
The two then proceed down the hallway, back to Eunice, who is still standing in front of the girls' bathroom.
"Here, your chocolates, that skinny guy ate some, but the box is still almost full", Jimmy says, handing the chocolate box to Eunice.
"Thank you... uhm... how about a make-out session?", Eunice asks timidly.
"Ehh... look, sorry Eunice, but I'm going to have to decline, it's not you, the problem is me. I'm sure you'll find someone more than willing to have a make-out session with you, but unfortunately, that someone isn't me", Jimmy says, declining the invitation as politely as possible because he wasn't jerk enough to humiliate the girl.
Unlike Gary, who, as soon as the two move away a bit from Eunice, who seemed fine despite the rejection, the idiot turns to Jimmy and comments, "Phew, for a second I thought you were gonna kiss that walking tractor."
"Man... people have feelings, you know?", Jimmy says, looking at Gary strangely.
"Ohh, are you talking about the same feelings you flushed down the drain when you turned down the whale's invitation?", Gary asks, raising his eyebrows while pointing back with his thumb.
"At least I have manners and don't go around insulting everyone who shows up in front of me", Jimmy says, shrugging, because let's face it, he wasn't attracted to her and that's it, he wasn't going to kiss someone just to avoid hurting her feelings with the refusal.
"Wow, what quality manners you have! It's barely been a day since you arrived and you've already gotten into fights with a bunch of people, sent a student to the infirmary with a broken nose, and intimidated another kid in the bathroom. Really, you're an example to be followed!", Gary says, his voice overflowing with sarcasm, listing with his fingers all the examples of Jimmy's 'quality manners'.
"Alright, Mr. Mental Issues, you've made your point. How about we move on?", Jimmy asks, not wanting to continue this stupid argument.
"Alright, let's go to the cafeteria, I'll show you who's who", Gary says, with a smug smile on his face as if he won the argument against Jimmy.
Jimmy then continues following Gary down the school corridors until they reach the cafeteria.
As soon as the two enter the cafeteria, Gary starts talking, giving Jimmy an overview of the powers that rule this school. "And this is where the animals in this zoo eat... okay, here's how it works: those weirdos over there are the Nerds, of course, they're completely devoid of social life, and don't give me that look, I know, they may seem harmless, but trust me, they're cunning little rats. Their territory is the library. Now, if you shift your view a bit to the side, you'll come across the daddy's little kids, the Preppies. They only care about money and have ridiculously spoiled attitudes..."
"Yes, let me guess, they only hang out with people of their own kind and intelligence is something rare to find among them", Jimmy comments, cutting Gary's explanation short.
"Very observant, Jimmy boy. Now, those standing near the Preppies are the Greasers, they think they're tough...", Gary continues, pointing near the table where the Preppies were sitting.
"Or at least they try to look like that", Jimmy comments, because, let's face it, for Jimmy, these guys who try to act like they make part of a biker gang lose any credibility they might have when one simple fact is put on the table: they study at a private school.
Alright, the same could be said about Jimmy, but then you'd be ignoring all the public schools he went through before ending up here, that and the fact that it wasn't Jimmy who was trying to act like a biker or gangster.
"Well, it doesn't matter what you think, in the end, you're just one person, so I'd advise you not to mess with them, at least not until you have allies. Anyway, their area is the workshop. And last but not least, the Jocks, those guys basically rule the school. If I were you, I'd avoid getting into trouble with them too", Gary says, essentially wrapping up his presentation of the school's groups and hierarchies to Jimmy.
"Whatever, none of these guys seem stronger than Russel. The only advantage they'd have in the end would be numbers", Jimmy comments, not at all willing to move like a coward just to avoid annoying a group of kids who think they're superior.
"You'll learn eventually. Well, these are the official gangs in the school's hierarchy, there are the Bullies too, the group that arranged trouble with you at the dorm entrance. They don't exactly make part of the hierarchy and don't even care about that, they just walk around bothering anyone they want, and their territory is the school parking lot. Now let's go, I've already shown you all the school", Gary says, finishing his presentation of the school to Jimmy, just in time for the bell for the first class of the day to ring.
"RINNNNNNNGGG"
'I think that was the most useless presentation I've ever seen, what did he even show me? The idiot wanted me to break into a locker, and then out of nowhere I was helping some random girl get a box of chocolates back, and in the next moment, the idiot was explaining the school hierarchy to me. Great, cool, cool, now where the hell are the classrooms? Where the fucking hell is the infirmary? And the library? Apparently, that fucking info isn't that important, and the motherfucker still says he's done showing me the school, fuck him', Jimmy thinks, following Gary.
And as soon as they leave the cafeteria, an inspector approaches them, already scolding them "You're here to learn, not to gallivant around. Go to class now!"
"Alright", Jimmy says before turning to Gary and asking, "What class do you have now?"
"Math, and yours?", Gary responds before asking the same.
"Different classes then, mine is Chemistry. Well, see you around", Jimmy says before heading his way, and despite no one having told him where each classroom was, his memories from the game helped him quickly find his Chemistry class.
As soon as Jimmy enters the classroom along with the rest of the students, the teacher, an elderly man wearing a lab coat and looking like a mad scientist, stares at the students entering his classroom with confusion written all over his face.
"Why are you all coming into my classroom? Oh, right... it's time for my morning class. Grab your books. The school year is long, and we're just at the beginning. Who knows, you might end up falling in love with this subject just like I did many years ago. You all know, I believe, how my classes work: we dive into theory for half the class, and the other half is dedicated to practice", the teacher says, confused at first, then realizing as he glances at the clock on the wall that he's supposed to be teaching at this time.
"Professor, my name is Jimmy Hopkins, I'm new here, and no one gave me any book or told me I was supposed to have one", Jimmy raises his hand from his seat and informs the teacher.
"Oh, so you're the new student. I'm Dr. Watts. They didn't give you or inform you about the subject books? Well, that complicates things a bit. Let's do this: I always keep an extra book with me, and luckily for you, it's exactly the one we'll be using for now. You can keep this one, and I'll inform the Principal about this matter today itself. Now, during your next classes today, you'll have to inform your teachers about this and see if they can help you, at least for today, until this is resolved", Dr. Watts comments, advising Jimmy after handing him a thick, worn-out book.
"Thanks, Professor Watts", Jimmy says, taking a seat on the metal stool at one of the free desks, and placing his school supplies next to the chemistry equipment on the table.
The desk was made entirely of metal, except for a wooden area at the right end, intended for the theoretical part of the class. On the metal portion of the desk, there was a sink with a faucet for cleaning test tubes and flasks, and next to the sink was the chemistry equipment they would use during class.
"Well, now that the issue is more or less resolved, let's begin the class", Dr. Watts announces, starting his lesson.
One hour and thirty minutes later, after a chemistry class in which he did very well, "You were born for Chemistry, young man!", according to Dr. Watts' own words, Jimmy heads towards his second class of the day, English.
Thanks to his memories of the game helping him once again, Jimmy easily finds the correct classroom.
As soon as he enters the room, the smell of alcohol emanating from the teacher's body, who seems to be hungover, invades his nose.
"Rough night, professor?", Jimmy asks, approaching the teacher to inform him about his issue.
"More like a rough life. Anyway, what do you need, young man?", the teacher replies before asking what Jimmy wanted from him.
"My name is Jimmy Hopkins. I'm new here. I just arrived today. The thing is, no one gave me or told me about the books used in the subjects. The Chemistry teacher said he would talk to the Principal about it, but for today I'll have to manage. So, it would be great if you could lend me an extra book or if you have another option", Jimmy explains his problem to the teacher.
"Oh, you're the new student. Well, nice to meet you. My name is Lionel Galloway, and unfortunately, I don't have an extra book. But you can... uh... sit with Christy over there until this issue is resolved. She's the red-haired girl sitting in the back, next to the empty desk", Mr. Galloway says, pointing to a beautiful girl seated at the back of the room.
"Alright", Jimmy says before heading toward the empty seat next to the red-haired girl, Christy, who was looking at him after overhearing what Mr. Galloway had just said.
Combining the empty seat next to Christy's with hers and then sitting down, Jimmy hears her introduce herself cheerfully with a smile on her face, extending her hand to him. "Hi, nice to meet you, my name is Christy Martin, if you have or want to know any gossip that goes around this school, I'm the right girl!"
"Hmm, nice to meet you, Christy. I'm Jimmy Hopkins. Just arrived here at the school", Jimmy says, shaking her hand.
"Ohh, I know who you are, everyone's talking about you, that you got expelled from every school you went to before this one, that you're involved with organized crime, that you're a brainless brute, that your... hrmm... is huge, and well, the day has barely started, and you've already sent someone to the infirmary with a broken nose, and according to rumors, you even stood up to Russell", Christy says excitedly, blushing when she mentions the supposed size of Jimmy's penis.
"Wow, they're saying a lot about me, huh? And what's this story about the size of my dick?", Jimmy asks, amused.
"Well, hmm, I heard all the girls saying that usually, the... hrmm... of short guys is big, and the noticeable bulge in your pants suggests to me that it's true", Christy says, completely blushing.
"Hmm, I don't know, maybe it is, maybe it isn't. There's only one way to find out, I guess. Why, Christy? Are you interested in seeing what it's like?", Jimmy asks, trying his luck, who knows, maybe this flirtation will work, and he'll end up having at least an intimate moment with a hot redhead.
"Hmm, I'm a very curious girl and, well, I found you cute, you know, I've never done this before, but I got interested in you and feel like playing with you a little", licking her plump, rosy lips, Christy, completely flushed, moves her right hand under the table and gropes the bulging volume in Jimmy's pants.
Time then passes, and the interaction between the two evolves from caresses to something more intimate and explicit, basically foreplay, all this while they disguise it so that no one notices.
And during practically the entire length of the class, the two continue with their intimate moment, with Jimmy, incredibly, somehow managing to pay a little attention to the class and complete all the tasks proposed by the teacher.
Christy, on the other hand, was, let's say, in a pitiful state; let's just say that holding back her moans while reaching climax every few seconds was not exactly an easy task for the redhead.
Near the end of the class, Christy hears Jimmy whisper to her that he is close to climax. She then discreetly looks around and, seeing that no one was paying attention to the two of them, she lowers her head onto the desk.
A few minutes later, Christy lifts her head, cleaning the corners of her lips. She then leans closer to Jimmy and whispers in his ear, "That was delicious, we should do this more often, but this time in a private place so we can have more fun!"
"Humm, I think so too, later we can set a day to do this", Jimmy whispers as he puts away his dick back in his pants, returning to normal.
And a few minutes after that, right after Jimmy handed Mr. Galloway his completed tasks and then received a nod of approval from the hungover man, signaling that he had done everything correctly, the bell rang, and the class finally came to an end.
Heading out into the school halls again, Jimmy first goes to the men's bathroom to clean his hands and then heads toward the cafeteria since it was break time. Knowing, from the game, how the food served to students by the school was made, he settles for the snack machine in the cafeteria and its industrialized food, which thankfully he didn't know how it was made.
After an hour of break, eating, and then spending the rest of the time doing nothing, the bell rings again and Jimmy heads to his next class, which was Art.
Locating the classroom easily, Jimmy enters the place and finds himself in a large and airy space, well-lit by the large, partially open windows covering the outside wall. Throughout the room, there were several large tables spaced well apart from each other, filled with drawing materials scattered across their surfaces.
At the front of the room, leaning against a large and robust table, there was a very hot woman, definitely fitting the Milf classification. Her hair was dark brown and short, reaching her neck. She had a beauty mark on her left cheek, brown eyes, and wore crimson red lipstick that accentuated her full, delicious lips. Additionally, she exuded a very strong Femme Fatale aura.
Moving toward the teacher, Jimmy says, "Hi, teacher, my name is Jimmy Hopkins, I'm new and just arrived at the school, and well, no one gave me or informed me about the books used in the subjects, so at least for today, I don't have any books with me, but the chemistry teacher said he would talk to the principal about it, so I think I'll be able to sort it out quickly, but until then I'm at the mercy of your willingness to help me or not, I'm not sure if your class uses books or not."
"Oh, so you're the new student! Nice to meet you, Jimmy. I'm Deirdre Philips, but everyone calls me Ms. Philips. As for your problem, don't worry, my class does use books, but at the beginning of the school year, I usually ask students to use me as a painting model so I can assess each student's level and then adjust how I teach each of them", Ms. Philips said, reassuring Jimmy.
"Alright, by the way, teacher, do you know where I can buy professional drawing materials in this city?", Jimmy thanks her for the information and then takes the opportunity to ask a question.
"Oh, it's nice to finally see a student in this school interested in drawing, and yes, I do know. I'll tell you after class. Now go to your seat so I can start the lesson", Ms. Philips, initially a little surprised by Jimmy's question, says with a seductive smile on her beautiful face.
During the next one hour and thirty minutes of class, while the rest of the students couldn't finish their portrait of Ms. Philips in that class, having to leave it to continue in the next class, Jimmy, with a lifetime of experience with art stored in his memory, made the sketch and line art of the painting in record time, added the light and shadow values and then applied color and finished the portrait after a few final touches, all while still having about twenty minutes left before the end of class.
Ten minutes before the end of class, Ms. Philips stepped out of her static modeling position and asked the students to put away their unfinished canvases in a large wooden cabinet located in the corner of the room.
Hearing Ms. Philips ask everyone to put away their canvases, Jimmy then grabs his finished painting and takes it to the teacher, who, as soon as she sees it, comments with a surprised look on her face, "Wow, I don't think there's anything I can teach you that you don't already know when it comes to drawing, Jimmy. Honestly, you draw much better than I do. Would you mind if I frame and hang this painting in my classroom?"
"Sure, you can keep it. Now, about the place where I can buy drawing materials", Jimmy says, agreeing to her request and reminding her of his question from the beginning of the class.
"Oh, of course, I'll make you a map of where the store is in the city, just wait a moment", Ms. Philips says, going to her desk, leaning in a naturally sensual way, and quickly drawing a map that would guide him from the school to where the stationery store was located.
"Here, if you can't find the store even with the map, just let me know later and I'll take you there when I have some free time", Ms. Philips says, handing Jimmy a sheet of paper with a fairly detailed map drawn on it.
"Alright, thanks a lot, Ms. Philips. This helps a lot", Jimmy said, thanking her for the map.
And then, the bell rings, signaling the end of the penultimate class of the day, and after a few more minutes of talking, Jimmy packs his things and says goodbye to the hot teacher, heading toward his next and final class of the day, Gym.
Leaving the main building and then heading toward where the school gym was located, the place where the Gym classes took place according to his memories from the game.
As soon as he enters the place, Jimmy can't even walk a few meters before a middle-aged man, bald, with a large mustache on his face, and with visible muscles behind his fat belly, shouts at him, scolding him, "You're late, new kid, Hopkins, right? Go change in the locker room and join the girls running laps around the court."
Without saying a word, since he already didn't like that old pervert, Jimmy heads to the locker room, changes, and then joins the group of students, mostly boys, running around the basketball court.
And during the next one hour and a half of class, Jimmy and the other students stayed doing physical exercises.
The teacher even invited Jimmy to join the school's football team after seeing his athletic physical condition, but all he got from the boy was a blunt and harsh "I don't want to."
After the class ended, when Jimmy was leaving the gym after changing, he ran into headmaster Crabblesnitch standing in front of the gym.
As soon as he sees Jimmy leaving the gym, the headmaster Crabblesnitch approaches and says, "Hopkins, exactly who I was looking for."
"Sir, I think Professor Watts from Chemistry talked to you?", Jimmy asks as he approaches the principal.
"Yes, he did. Come, walk with me", Dr. Crabblesnitch says, already heading back to the main school building.
[Disclaimer: I won't keep describing each class he had all the time, I did this this time because it was Jimmy's first day at school, and everything is new.]
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