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I decided that I might as well buy my brother Halo 3 for his birthday, as my parents weren't planning too and I knew how much the little fucker had been looking forward to getting it. Anyway, I but it for him, wrap it, put it in a gift bag with some smarties and he opens it on his birthday.
Since it's my 360, I tell him to ask permission before he plays anything, and move it into the living room to play in. He seemed to be pretty consistent with asking. I decide that he's probably going to be playing Halo 3 awhile and I play on my PC. Several days later he brings a friend over to play it with, I tell him to go ahead and give them my extra controller (I'm a bit concerned about it getting stepped on so I keep it in my room) This kid, I've never seen him before, but I try to be nice and just avoid them. I hear this kid using some language that seems a little off-putting, considering this kid is is no older than 12. Regardless, I let them alone and catch up on some much needed TF2. The next day, my brother brings this kid home again, and the day after that. The fourth time this happens this I hear my brother loudly yell "OW!". Turns out this kid got butthurt my brother was beating him in multiplayer and hit him. I tell the kid to keep his hands off or you can't come over again (My parents work late). My brother gradually brings home more friends over the course of the next few weeks, eventually too many to even play the game with and they all take turns. Eventually one of them asks to play something else. I run out of my room and choose some random mutliplayer shootan from my pile and hook up the old Xbox for them to play it on (It's called Warpath, I think.) Anyway, after a few more weeks of this I decide that I want to play my 360 myself and move it into my room again, telling my brother that he can take a break. I go to pull out a game-Dead rising-and find the case is broken. I open it, and there's the disc, scratched and stepped on.
I ask my little brother about it and he tells me that these friends of his had been borrowing the games without asking, and when that little shit from before said he hit my brother while playing Halo? It was because my brother didn;t want to lend the kid my games.
Anyway, I tell my brother to bring them all over the next day, and since he knows that it's either his ass or theirs he complies. So I've got six 12-13 year old dumbfucks sitting in our living room, some of them I finally notice, are slack jawed dipshits dressing like extras in a 50 Cent video. I tell them that they're going to have to pay me back for ruining about 200$ worth of games or I'm calling the police for stealing (some of the games, I notice, are still missing.) Anyway, half of them turn out to not ven be aware of the thievery, while these other three are going BALLISTIC because they'll SUE ME because their parents are LLAWYERS.
Anyway, I get their phone number from my brother after kicking them the fuck out of my house and talk to each of their parents, most are understanding, but this one mom, she wants proof that her kid stole them. I march over to her house, and ask her to get her kid to go through all of his games and bring them to the door. Smugly, she gets them herself, and there's my copy of Dead or Alive extreme 2, sitting in the case for Lost Planet. I tell her it's mine, she looks at it and goes apeshit, saying shit like "HOW CAN YOU HAVE THIS IN YOUR HOUSE MY POOR SON" I tell her to fuck right off and raise her kid better, slamming their front door on themselves and march home, victorious.
I never saw those little shits again, and got all of my games back, as well as the money to replace the broken ones.
Fucking parents.
