rSlash - r/Nuclearrevenge I Filled His Car with Liquid Poo

Episode Date: January 9, 2025

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Visit connectsontario.ca. Casino. Gambling Problem Call 1-866-531-2600. Visit connexontario.ca Welcome to r slash Nuclear Revenge, where OP creates the world's stinkiest stink bomb. Our next Reddit post is from Galara. Many years ago, while recovering from a brutal marriage, I was a struggling single parent putting myself through grad school on a small teaching associate stipend. I was able to rent a modest apartment

within walking distance of the urban campus. It was part of a series of small 100-year-old brick townhouses which I imagine were very nice in their day. Over the years, as old buildings do, it had settled and the doors and windows were askew enough to be drafty. In the snowy winter, we applied plenty of shrink wrap window cling. In the summer, the brick building was like an oven with no central AC and ventilation was necessary to stave off heatstroke. Despite these hardships, we were safe and we were content. After a couple of years, though, this changed when a new dude moved into a nearby apartment. Because out of the scores of parking spaces behind the apartment

block, he was assigned the parking space right behind mine. This guy was apparently an avid fan of the Fast and the Furious franchise, having made various mods to his car and the vanity plate reading, Drifter. He spent all of his free time working on this stupid car. But the idiot had clearly neglected the car's actual engine and exhaust system, because in order to drive this thing, he had to warm it up for 10-15 minutes before driving off. Every single time. And it wasn't regular car exhaust, it was billowing and extra rich and smelled like the gasoline wasn't fully burning off. As I mentioned in the beginning, the apartment was old and drafty.

So every time he decided to drive his car, sometimes several times a day, he would first let it billow clouds of noxious exhaust fumes into nearby apartments. And right into my 4 year old's bedroom. I tried everything to keep the fumes out, but to no avail. My child and I both felt ill every time. This was hurting my kid. I couldn't afford to move and I was out of ideas. Seeing that he was outside working on his car again, but without giving too many details about myself, I approached the guy and explained that the fumes were filling my apartment and making me ill. and I politely asked if he would

mind warming up his car farther away from the surrounding apartments. He sneered at me and said, Well, I'm sorry, but not all of us are lucky enough to have mommy and daddy pay for their car and put them through college. I'm sorry that my car isn't up to your standards, but I'm not moving it. Shocked, I walked off in a different direction than my apartment so he wouldn't know exactly where I lived. By the time I got home, I was angry. Fuming. I knew some sort of formal complaint would likely go nowhere. Besides, it would be truly stupid for me to be the only person to file a complaint right before whatever I was going to do next. I took some time to monitor his comings and goings and plan some proper consequences to

fix the problem myself. The goal? To end the daily poisoning of my apartment and danger to my child. Permanently. Budget? Shoestring of course, because I didn't have mommy and daddy to pay for my revenge budget. Skill level? Low.

The problem was the engine and I had very little knowledge about how to quickly, quietly, and permanently disable an engine. I didn't know how to jimmy a lock or open a locked gas cap so I wouldn't be able to get access to the engine or gas tank. And no, I was not about to google instructions. Time available, minutes at most. The parking lot was a very busy place. Students came and went at all hours of the day and night and sometimes just hung out there to party or set nearby dumpsters on fire. As much as I wanted to, I couldn't just douse the car in gasoline or set it on fire because it was parked way too close to my apartment. Cosmetic damage wouldn't work. Slashing tires or breaking windows, while satisfying,

could be too loud and not permanent. And then on reconnaissance day 2, I noticed it. His car was old enough to have little triangle windows for venting in the back windows. And he kept them open at night. So I could fight fumes with fumes. The next day I bought a cheap Gatorade squeeze bottle and some eggs. I made a yellow soup out of egg yolk and warm water to fill up the bottle about two-thirds full. Then I added some fresh dog poo that was always available next to the sidewalk outside. I screwed the cap onto the bottle and then left it in the sun outside for several days,

swirling it around from time to time. I waited for the early hours of a Tuesday morning when the parking lot was the least busy and snuck up to the car. The triangle windows were open. I popped the cap open, aimed it into the car and sprayed days old sun-baked rotten egg and dog poop soup over every available surface on the inside of his car, down the window wells, into the air conditioner vents, and soaking into crevices and upholstery. I tossed the Gatorade bottle of horror into the dumpster, then went back inside and went to sleep.

The next day was a warm one. It was one of the great joys of my life to have been home that afternoon at just the right time to be startled by a man's screaming voice. What the F? What the F? What the F? I ran upstairs to the window that he regularly fumigated and through the blinds watched the scene unfold. The dude had opened the driver's side door and repeatedly moved his head closer to sniff and then gag, like he refused to believe the smell was coming from his car. He opened the other door to investigate. He kept yelling,

WHAT THE F and then ran off. He came back a few minutes later wearing dish washing gloves and carrying a stucco bucket full of sudsy water, a sponge, and a scrub brush. He spent the next half hour scream growling, holding his breath, bobbing his head into the car and scrubbing, then pulling his head out to gag and scream, what the F, and taking deep breaths to go back in. The scrubbing and retching and screaming were increasingly interspersed with pounding on the dashboard and the roof, kicking the rims, and loudly vowing revenge at the sky. Within about 30 minutes, he was surrounded by about 10 other dudes standing in a wide half circle around the car, some drinking beers, watching the show, laughing, and offering pointers, like King of the Hill come to life.

It took him roughly an hour to realize the battle had been lost. The dude's yelling had become hoarse and wimpery. He retrieved his toolbox, removed a wrench, and started doing something new to the interior. He suddenly pulled out the entire driver's seat, walked away with it, and angrily heaved it into the dumpster. He did the same with the passenger seat. Then he took the bucket over and dumped the soapy poo water next to the dumpster, brought the bucket back to the car, turned it upside down, placed it where the driver's seat used to be, sat on it, and, I kid you not, drove off that way. I never saw the car again.

He never drove it back. That, and his pride, must have been a total loss. My greatest regret is that because smartphones didn't exist, I have no recording of that glorious day. Down in the comments there are a couple of GearHeads pointing out that if he had to warm up his engine and it was super fumey, then it probably wasn't a neglected engine, it was probably an enhanced engine which because of its enhancements needed to be warmed up. Expensive enhancements, by the way. Our next reddit post is from Lost Cause.

So Rebecca and I were what you call college sweethearts. We survived college and the hardships of life. Got married in our early 20s. I was 25, she was 23. Ever since we got married, things were rocky. Not from the start, but situation wise. I was in medical while she was an accounting major. There were things that were okay with me, but not okay with her.

Despite being married, she acted like she was a free bird. In 2016, my wife joined James's company as an accountant because it pays well. I was happy because, hey, James is an old college buddy of mine. Slowly, she started to complain about things. She didn't like where we lived, she had problems with everything I did, she didn't like the foods we ate, and our fights intensified until she started calling me names, that I'm good for nothing, that she earned more than me. The drastic turn here is that Rebecca and James were hanging out with our set of mutual friends. I heard about this and it seemed off. I confronted both of them about this and they said that it was no big deal. Coincidentally,

they met up the same day that I was out of the city. 2017 was the year that my marriage blew up. I was sure there was something going on because my bedroom had become a dead one. I was increasingly paranoid and whenever I tried to address things, I was turned down. Now I'm not a saint, I constantly yelled at her to tell me what was going on because there was just something off. Your favorite person rarely talks to you or does stuff with you and they claim it's nothing? Does that sound okay?

It was also the year that we were at our peak financially because our debts were paid off. Meanwhile, as a side venture, my friends and I decided to open up a medical shop. One of these friends was a guy named Saladin. He proposed that we celebrate at a pub. When we go there, I notice a girl that looks exactly like Rebecca. She was dancing with another man and it was quite dark. I get a closer look and lo and behold, it's Rebecca and James dancing hand in hand. I wasn't too much bothered about it because hey, they're friends.

I was here with my colleagues and she was there with hers. But still, it bothered me. I decided to send her a text asking her where she was. She told me she was already at home. That was a red flag. I told her to stop lying because she wasn't home. I could clearly see that she was getting paranoid and she told me that she was on her way. She left the pub afterwards. That night I asked her about James. The look she gave me was if she

saw a ghost because she wasn't expecting that question. The look told me something was definitely up. That night I snooped her phone. Curiosity was killing me. However, the password was changed so I couldn't see into her phone. The next day I saw her put in her password and I snooped. There were hundreds and thousands of text messages right there. Countless nudes, her calling him daddy and degrading me. My wife and I made a vow to each other that if there was anything we needed to explore,

we would be transparent to each other. She broke that vow too. She confided in him about how much of a thrill she felt that night at the pub. I read everything. What hurt the most was she herself told me that if one of us ever got bored or the other needed to spice things up, we would let each other know. She destroyed everything! I couldn't look at her the way I used to anymore.

I cried that night and confronted her stupidly without any evidence the next morning. She yelled at me and stormed out after telling me I was abusive and insane. She told all our friends that I was abusive. That afternoon, they created a messenger group where everyone ganged up to troll me. When she came home that night, she told me that she was in love with James and she wants a divorce. I told her that we should talk about it first, but it turned into her berating me. I yelled at her and then she called the cops.

I was asked to spend the night elsewhere. I went to my sister's and when I returned the next morning, James' car was there. He spent the night here. There was nothing needed to explain. He was doing it on purpose. Hell, she was doing it on purpose. I went to see a lawyer. Since we didn't have a prenup, she already filed a complaint about me being abusive and

it did not look good for me. Not once did she try to make amends. Our country law doesn't count infidelity as a fault. So even with that, she's entitled to half of my everything. Also, because of her complaint, she can sue me. A few days after that, when I was still living with my sister, Rebecca hit me up telling me we should get divorced. That's it. A 12 year relationship and 4 years of marriage that she ends with a text. I was convinced that James was taking my place. She handed me the divorce papers. Everyone from our friend circle was convinced that I was an abuser and James was her savior.

That she did the right thing to cheat on me. We were officially divorced during the start of 2018. She was already dating James openly during our divorce. He was her life after I lost my job, my house, my reputation to her little affair. I had to change my cities to move someplace else to restart again. Saladin helped me massively with that fresh start. He got me a decent paying job that was nowhere like my previous one, but it was better than the rest. We became close buddies while I was working to earn back what I had. Dating was over for me. I just couldn't trust anyone.

I had completely cut off Rebecca. Last I heard she moved in with James and they were doing great. Now for the revenge. At the end of 2020, my life was actually blowing up. Covid was super busy, but it filled our pockets. Our pharmacy venture turned huge, so I was able to make so much money. I met a friend of mine who told me that James and Rebecca were done. James cheated on her and left her.

And Rebecca had a child with James. He had been absent since birth, so he didn't sign the birth certificate, so Rebecca was raising that child as a single parent. She tried dating, but she wasn't over me or James. Part of me was happy with it, but gosh, I really missed her. I sent her an email asking how she was doing. She wasn't expecting to hear from me. We exchanged emails and reconnected.

Our first meet was in 2021, several years after the divorce. She looked awful. She gained weight, lost the charm, and looked utterly exhausted all the time. Frankly, just looking at her made my blood boil and it triggered me. And I also wanted to take my revenge on her. Life had already done that part for me, but hey, I'm a butthole. I wasn't done with her. She told me about James and reopened the earlier wounds. I got my closure, which made me feel a bit better, I guess. She said that she was sorry, that she wasn't thinking straight with what she was doing. That James poisoned her against me.

I told her that I'd forgive her if she came clean to everyone and cleared my name. She did that, losing a lot of friends, but she deserved that. My name was clean. She wanted us to date again. As in to raise James' child. And I told her I'd agree to it, but we needed to date and marry first. Only then would I legally adopt her child. That little guy is adorable and I had taken a liking to him.

Here's the truth. I was already seeing someone else. It's pretty safe to say that I was cheating on that other woman with Rebecca. She was a client of mine from a different country and we were in a long distance relationship. Rebecca and I were living in different cities so I never moved in with her. But I played it well saying I needed to travel for business. So I was only getting Rebecca's hopes up to crush her like she crushed me. We were intimate, but we used condoms. Rebecca felt that she found love again. I pushed her

into therapy to get her to be normal again. Everyone was commenting how she was getting more happier with me. She would praise me and apologize for things. Do little things for me that she used to do when she was married to me. Trust me when I say that I had a lot of emotions attached to this woman. I thought that my revenge would be final if I could break her heart. She might be traumatized for life, but she didn't think of my heart so why should I think of hers? Her birthday was coming up the last year in October. For her birthday gift, I took her ring shopping.

She picked out her favorite ring, which I got wrapped. She was elated. That night, she came up to me crying saying that she was sorry for hurting me. She looked genuinely remorseful, but I had no feelings for her except for indifference. On Rebecca's birthday, I drove her to our favorite spot back when we were married. It's a nature place. Lisa, Saladin's cousin who was in on the plan, was already waiting there. I introduced Lisa to Rebecca that Lisa is my girlfriend. Rebecca went white and asked me what that means. What is she supposed to be then? I introduced Rebecca to Lisa as my ex-wife and friends with benefits. Then and there, I proposed to Lisa with the ring that I bought with Rebecca.

Rebecca went mad and started yelling to which I replied, how the F can she expect us to work when she nuked our relationship? I'm never dating a dirtbag like her again. She asked me again and again if we meant nothing and I told her, nope. Sleeping with her was compensation for the pain. I got her to clear out the pain. I got her to clear out the pain that she put me through. Lisa told me to hold back because she saw that Rebecca was hurting. I told Rebecca that she needs to leave. She told everyone that I cheated and that I was a butthole. This time, I took it as pride. Everyone saw the

dirtbag that she was. She cheated on me and made me pay a high price for falsified abuse. Now she wants me to raise her kid and date her? The last we connected was in December of last year. She wrote me a letter that she's sorry because she can't imagine putting me through the pain that she already went through. She hoped that I live a better life. Last I heard, she's now completely uninterested in dating. She looks awful. As for me, Lisa and I stopped dating. There were differences between us. In the comments, everyone is trashing on OP and yeah, he does deserve it, but keep in mind this is r slash nuclear revenge and the whole point of this subreddit is when the

person giving the revenge is just as bad, sometimes even worse than the person they're getting revenge against. That was r slash nuclear revenge, and if you liked this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new Reddit podcast episodes every single day.