Mike-O
Active member
Fraping, better known as "FaceRaping" means posting cleverly devised and jarringly "genuine" fake updates (lol im a gay now an luv cok) has become all the rage in the past few years, seemingly raising party hijinx morale for many a bro/brodette. The culprits snickering childishly in the morning, waking you up not unlike one's parents on Christmas morning, anxious to show all the presents uncle Santa brought you. The victim is often prompted to check their Facebook account and when the frape is uncovered and after the possible damage has been controlled, the act is often met with a hearty punch in the arm and a jolly old ”Oh, you guys!”
There is not much joy to be had in fraping an unknown person’s account, as the second and most interesting part of the trick is, of course, the revelation and the seremonius knuckling following the deed. However, there is one major exception to the rule: being a complete and total prick to any and everyone you meet and being stupid enough to leave open not just your Facebook account, but your actual school e-mail.
Nine male faculty members to whose courses Mr. Prick A. Nonymous is enrolled in at the moment received a very open, warm and actually quite discomforting mail, which went as follows:
”Dear X,
my freshman year here in University X has started reaping its rewards and I believe I have finally been accepted into this loving community of students through hard and rigorous work. I have enjoyed all of your lectures thoroughly and it really is starting to settle in that this subject really is the right major for me.
However, during these first few months, I have begun noticing a change inside me. A drift, one could say. I have dated many girls in my time and even had some happy relationships every once in a while. The truth is, I am starting to believe that this person is not the real me. Throughout your fascinating lectures, I seem to have grown more and more accustomed to your soothing voice. I have heard from some other students (who shall remain unnamed) that your lectures are boring and monotonous in presentation, but I wholly disagree. I believe that you have a terrific attitude towards us students and I am always anxious to see if I’ll get to converse with you about Subject X. It is because of this reason that I must tell you about my true feelings.
I believe that I am inclined towards men. As I said, I have had these feelings before, but now they have become more realised. These feelings have risen up to the surface because of your influence. Although this course is compulsory, and I know Profession X is what I want to become one day, I must ask that you disenroll me from this course as I can’t bear being in the same lecture hall when you are present and try to focus on my studies. It just is not possible right now, maybe later I’ll be able to keep my feelings more sufficiently under control. I have not told my friends or family yet, and I hope that this stays strictly between us for now. I just needed to let you know why I would not be coming to class any more and I did not want any trouble about simply dropping out of the course. I hope the rest of your semester goes well.
BR,
Prickasaurus Dix”
The night this message was sent, Prickopotamus Jones was absolutely plastered by the end of the night, possibly forgetting what he had said or done to several people. There aren’t many things that I would enjoy seeing more than his reaction when he gets the first reply, completely bewildered and unable to remember ever sending the whole thing and then beginning his damage control. But… If the plan has worked, he will have that small, almost nonexistent doubt lingering inside him forever. Will the top fall, or will it keep spinning? Maybe he will never know for sure.
Also, he’s kind of a prick.
There is not much joy to be had in fraping an unknown person’s account, as the second and most interesting part of the trick is, of course, the revelation and the seremonius knuckling following the deed. However, there is one major exception to the rule: being a complete and total prick to any and everyone you meet and being stupid enough to leave open not just your Facebook account, but your actual school e-mail.
Nine male faculty members to whose courses Mr. Prick A. Nonymous is enrolled in at the moment received a very open, warm and actually quite discomforting mail, which went as follows:
”Dear X,
my freshman year here in University X has started reaping its rewards and I believe I have finally been accepted into this loving community of students through hard and rigorous work. I have enjoyed all of your lectures thoroughly and it really is starting to settle in that this subject really is the right major for me.
However, during these first few months, I have begun noticing a change inside me. A drift, one could say. I have dated many girls in my time and even had some happy relationships every once in a while. The truth is, I am starting to believe that this person is not the real me. Throughout your fascinating lectures, I seem to have grown more and more accustomed to your soothing voice. I have heard from some other students (who shall remain unnamed) that your lectures are boring and monotonous in presentation, but I wholly disagree. I believe that you have a terrific attitude towards us students and I am always anxious to see if I’ll get to converse with you about Subject X. It is because of this reason that I must tell you about my true feelings.
I believe that I am inclined towards men. As I said, I have had these feelings before, but now they have become more realised. These feelings have risen up to the surface because of your influence. Although this course is compulsory, and I know Profession X is what I want to become one day, I must ask that you disenroll me from this course as I can’t bear being in the same lecture hall when you are present and try to focus on my studies. It just is not possible right now, maybe later I’ll be able to keep my feelings more sufficiently under control. I have not told my friends or family yet, and I hope that this stays strictly between us for now. I just needed to let you know why I would not be coming to class any more and I did not want any trouble about simply dropping out of the course. I hope the rest of your semester goes well.
BR,
Prickasaurus Dix”
The night this message was sent, Prickopotamus Jones was absolutely plastered by the end of the night, possibly forgetting what he had said or done to several people. There aren’t many things that I would enjoy seeing more than his reaction when he gets the first reply, completely bewildered and unable to remember ever sending the whole thing and then beginning his damage control. But… If the plan has worked, he will have that small, almost nonexistent doubt lingering inside him forever. Will the top fall, or will it keep spinning? Maybe he will never know for sure.
Also, he’s kind of a prick.
