The GRCade Confessional 2016 [CONFESS! CONFESS!! CONFESS!!!]
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The GRCade Confessor
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Greetings, GRCade. Welcome to the
This is the place to anonymously confess your sins, your troubles, your worries, your secrets. Confessions will be posted periodically in this thread for all to see, to discuss, to praise, to chastise.
HOW DOES IT WORK?
No sign-ups or anything like that; simply email your confession to grcadeconfessional@gmail.com
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Use a disposable email service such as http://www.guerrillamail.com or http://www.trash-mail.com/en/
If you're not bothered about sending it from an anonymous email address, send it from whatever email address you want. I shall not be revealing the source of the confessions anywhere, and I'm not about to do any digging to find out the identity of the person who sent it. I do not judge.
DO YOU HAVE WAYS OF FIGURING OUT WHO I AM?
I will be making zero attempt to uncover who sends confessions. I take my job very seriously and would fall on my sword before neglecting my duties. Once a confession has been posted in the thread, the original email shall be deleted.
WHAT ARE THE RULES?
1. Do not confess anything that you do not want to be posted on a public forum, even anonymously.
2. Do not confess anything which could get you, me, or GRCade in trouble with the law.
3. Confessions must be sent as plain text. No attachments or links to elsewhere.
4. Do not lie or embellish.
5. Do not make confessions ridiculously obscene or profanity-laden.
6. grcadeconfessional@gmail.com will never respond to emails personally.
The Confessional Box is open until midnight on Sun 31st Jan 2016.
Step into the box, GRCade.
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The One With the Moist Cookies
The One With the Underwear Wanker
The One With the Asshole and the Secretary
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Return_of_the_STAR
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Shoe Army
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Lagamorph
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Lagamorph's Underwater Photography Thread
Zellery wrote:Good post Lagamorph.
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The GRCade Confessor
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Good people of GRCade, I present to you the first anonymous confession of 2016. I wonder what the confessor wishes to get off their ch-
I hacked mockmasters account and was permabanned but re-registered to continue posting under a new name
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Corazon de Leon
That's quite the claim. 
I remember Mocky's account being hacked ages ago actually. It was an upsetting time for everyone.
I remember Mocky's account being hacked ages ago actually. It was an upsetting time for everyone.
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The Alchemist Penguin
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Psychic
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The GRCade Confessor wrote:I hacked mockmasters account and was permabanned but re-registered to continue posting under a new name
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Irene Demova
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Corazon de Leon
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The GRCade Confessor
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10 years ago I stayed over at a mate's house to see in the new year. We drank, played games, watched TV with his family, the usual stuff. When it came to sleeping, I was staying on the floor in the back room, as space was at a premium. He told me that his grandmother had recently died in the chair in that room. That kind of freaked me out, but meh, I was tipsy and tired.
As I got to settling down, the urge to have a wank was calling out to me, as it does to most horny teenagers. There was a slight problem, though - I had nowhere TO wank. I didn't want to leave the room, as doing so might wake someone. So I did the only thing I could do in the situation, which was use one of my socks.
I sat in the chair and wanked away. It didn't take long. Whilst I was slumped in the chair, I realised something - I was sat in the strawberry floating dead grandmother chair. I jumped up in a mix of guilt, disgust and terror and laid back on the duvet.
When I woke up in the morning, I was greeted by a slight issue. I now only had one clean sock. strawberry float sake. Not to arouse suspicion, I put the wank sock on my foot, acted like nothing happened and went home.
Sorry about your grandmother and the wank smell, Jamie.
