Fatasses- A discord mod story

A discord mod in the making

**Title: The Discord Mod and the Discordian Empire**

Freshman year at Aragon High School was a new chapter filled with both opportunity and turmoil for Liam Kennedy. Unfortunately, his transition wasn't as smooth as he had hoped. One day, during lunch, he received a text from Damian: "We don't like you; you are annoying." The harsh words stung, igniting a wave of anger that bubbled just beneath the surface. Without a second thought, Liam blocked Damian on everything and swiftly exited their Discord server, Gigachad, where he had once felt a sense of camaraderie.

Now ruling the Discordian Empire with an iron fist, Liam found solace only in the company of his e-kitten, Maddox Chan. Maddox had remained loyal, and their conversations filled with memes and dark humor provided an escape from the harsh reality of high school social politics. However, in the physical world, Liam was left friendless and isolated, often sitting alone by the pole during lunch.

Liam had established a distinct look that became his trademark: a cozy sweater that he wore every day, tousled hair that was in desperate need of a haircut, and a hat that he donned to conceal the chaos on his head. His ponytail, while practical, often drew comments from classmates who thought it made him look "gay and zesty." But Liam didn't care; he was determined to stay in his own bubble.

One particularly chaotic day, as Liam sat at his usual spot by the pole, Jacob and his friend Dylan Nishimoto approached. Jacob, with his playful demeanor, snatched Liam's hat right off his head, grinning like a mischievous child. Dylan, ever the instigator, pulled out his phone to record the unfolding drama, eager to catch the moment for posterity.

"Hey! Get the fuck back here!" Liam shouted, his voice laced with annoyance as he rolled towards them, his momentum propelling him forward in a not-so-graceful manner. The anger on his face was evident, but deep down, he knew he was just trying to reclaim what was rightfully his.

Jacob, finding amusement in the whole situation, tossed the hat to Dylan, who quickly passed it to Gabe Ulloa. Gabe, knowing the usual shenanigans, simply smirked before returning it to Liam. The whole ordeal felt surreal, a slapstick moment played out for the amused onlookers surrounding the lunch area.

Finally, hat back on his head, Liam rolled back to his original spot by the pole, mumbling to himself about the absurdity of it all. The laughter and chatter of the lunch crowd faded into the background as he tried to collect his thoughts, feeling the sting of isolation mixed with a hint of embarrassment.

Ryan Cadi, who had been watching the entire spectacle unfold from a distance, shook his head with a bemused smile. There was a time when Ryan would have joined Liam in the chaos, but now he simply observed, a spectator to Liam's solitary struggle in high school.

As the lunch bell rang and students began to disperse, Liam sat alone for a moment longer, contemplating the path his high school life had taken. While he may have ruled the Discordian Empire with an iron fist online, in the real world, he felt more like an outsider than ever before. Yet, with Maddox by his side in the virtual realm, perhaps there was still hope for Liam to navigate the tumultuous waters of high school—one roll at a time.As Liam settled into his role as a Discord mod, he became a well-known figure at Aragon High School, primarily recognized for his command over his online realm—the Discordian Empire. This digital territory was more than just a collection of friends; it was a place where he ruled with an iron fist, and his orders were carried out without question.

Liam's personality, however, was a different story. He struggled with anger issues, and his expression rarely shifted from a scowl or a blank stare. Smiling felt like an alien concept to him, something he reserved for the rare moments when he was particularly entertained or distracted. Most of the time, he kept to himself, glaring at the world with an intensity that made some students wary of approaching him.

His reputation grew alongside his Empire. Many students whispered about the "Discord mod" who never seemed to crack a smile, the kid who would quickly dismiss anyone who dared challenge his authority in their online space. The rumors about his temper often circulated, making even the bravest of classmates think twice before poking fun at him.

One day, during lunch, a group of his so-called "Discord troops" gathered around him, ready to share the latest memes and talk strategy for their next online raid. Amid the banter, one brave soul dared to comment, "Hey, Liam, you really need a haircut. It's getting out of control!"

Liam's expression darkened instantly. "Execution," he said flatly, his voice devoid of humor. The other students exchanged nervous glances, half-expecting him to follow through with some over-the-top threat. They knew Liam's anger issues weren't to be taken lightly, and while they laughed about it online, they hesitated in real life.

The troop quickly fell silent, unsure of how to respond. Finally, one of them nervously chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood. "C'mon, man, it's just a joke!"

But Liam wasn't in the mood for jokes. He glared at them, his eyes narrowing. "I'm not kidding. I'll send you all to get executed if you keep suggesting I need a haircut." He leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms and letting the tension fill the air around them.

After a moment of awkward silence, someone suggested a different topic, hoping to steer the conversation away from Liam's hair and his dark humor. The group quickly diverted to discussing the latest online games, and Liam let out a reluctant grunt of approval. It was a small victory for them, but it reminded everyone of the precarious balance they had to maintain around him.

As time passed, Liam's reputation as the unyielding Discord mod solidified. Most students were cautious around him, respecting his digital authority while simultaneously fearing his anger. His friends had learned to navigate his mood swings, carefully choosing their words to avoid triggering him.

Fast forward to 2028—graduation day arrived with a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty. Liam stood in his cap and gown, his face as stoic as ever. The auditorium buzzed with excitement, but he felt oddly detached from it all, surrounded by smiling faces while he remained blank. The familiar feeling of anger bubbled beneath the surface, especially as he thought about what lay ahead.

As they called each name to walk across the stage, Liam felt a sense of finality. When it was his turn, he stepped up, took his diploma, and gave a curt nod to the crowd, not even bothering to muster a smile. The applause echoed around him, but he could only think about how little he cared for the cheers.

Once outside, as caps flew in the air, Liam's friends gathered around him, still treating him with the same respect they always had. Maddox, who had remained by his side throughout, clapped him on the back. "We did it, man! The Discordian Empire lives on!"

Liam stared blankly ahead, his mind racing with thoughts about the future. Even in the midst of celebration, he felt an overwhelming sense of isolation. The Empire was his safe haven, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was missing something in the real world.

While his friends laughed and shared their plans for the future, Liam stood off to the side, contemplating the path ahead. He might have ruled his online domain with authority, but in real life, he still felt like an outsider, battling his inner demons with every step forward. Graduation was just a stepping stone; the challenge of navigating life beyond high school loomed ahead, and for the first time, he wondered if he was truly ready to face it.