The Stranger: A guy in an olive green sweater with dark, wavy, short hair and pale skin. He's in a dark room.
You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!
Official messages from Omegle will not be sent with the label 'Stranger:'. Strangers claiming to represent Omegle are lying.
Stranger: heyy
You: hi
Stranger: asl?
[Stupid asl stuff removed.]
Stranger: nice
Stranger: wanna have some fun?
You: sure
You: what kind of fun?
Stranger: how far are you willing to go? and nude fun>
You: i dunno
Stranger: boobs? pussy?
You: who knows how far i'll go?
[I pull out my boyfriend's roommate's plastic knife and start caressing my throat with the tip of the blade.]
You: would you like to see me slit my throat?
[The guy looks surprised.]
Stranger: no
You: but what if i did?
You: are you squeamish?
Stranger: will you show me your boobs?
[And of course, I'm hinting that I'm going to kill myself, but all he cares about are my boobs. Ugh. Men.]
You: no
Stranger: why not
You: because i'm going to die in a few moments
Stranger: and...
[Yeah, who gives a fuck if some bitch kills herself as long as she shows some tits?]
You: i liked the last guy who saw my tits better. i want him to be the last person who ever saw my tits while i'm alive.
[For the record, no one on Omegle has ever seen my tits.]
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
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