rSlash - r/Nuclearrevenge Hurt Kids? Die in Prison!

Episode Date: April 30, 2025

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liked the idea of a big wedding and a musician husband, but had no interest in a marriage. She was her family's golden child, drop dead gorgeous, and completely narcissistic spoiled. They buy land. He borrows money and has his family build their house to reduce costs. He was paying them back over time while she spent money and socialized, sometimes working a part-time job. Inside of two years, she's bored and starts an affair. Or we think she never stopped affairs. But she gets caught. and while the empathetic guy tries to work things out, she makes false accusations of domestic abuse and files for divorce, with a restraining order keeping him out of the home that he and his family

built with their own hands. Now, keep in mind he's still paying his family back for the home, still ordered to pay for the land and most of the upkeep and maintenance. He's back in his childhood bedroom while his wife entertains her men in that house. With some research by the lawyer, the family still technically owned the house. Now, my family owned a heavy equipment business, including house and structural movers. When she went on vacation with her family and new boyfriend, we went in, jacked up the house and drove off with it. Repossessed.

The structure itself wasn't covered in the court order, just the mortgaged land. She had legal claim to the land, her name was on the mortgage, but the structure appeared nowhere in the deed and there was still money owed on most of the materials and labor, so it was simply repossessed. Now, the judge wasn't happy at all, but it wasn't illegal to repossess since the land mortgage was the only thing that he was court ordered to pay. She came home to a foundation, pipes and wire sticking out of the ground and a crummy used yard barn with her personal possessions in it. Now, it wouldn't be nuclear if it stopped there.

And since the main character of this story has recently passed away, I can tell more. We had a guy we called Big Bob and the name fits. Everyone probably knows someone that defies jail, Death is a walking demolition crew, and in fact we call them Demolition man for a while after the movie. Apparently, someone had put huge dildos smeared with dried whip cream crust in her possessions found when her dad and friends came to get the rest of her possessions out of the yard barn. There were also extreme insertion adult content and bestiality adult content magazines, bongs shaped like dicks, etc.

Someone had used her pictures in dating magazines, this was pre-internet, for a paid escort with her phone number. Her parents even had to change their phone numbers a few times. Someone got those change of address cards from the post office and sent her mail all around the country. Someone knew exactly when the legal separation happened and she was supposed to get her own car insurance, but she didn't get the letter. Her car burned down in her workplace parking lot a few days later after the legal

separation happened. And of course, she didn't get the insurance company notification in the mail, so no insurance. Someone had intimate pictures printed on flyers, with the man's face blacked out. The flyers pointed out that the man wasn't her husband at the time, and this someone stuck the flyers under the windshield wipers at her family's church. Every place she worked, all around her neighborhood, etc. The cops got involved in that, but they couldn't find where the flyers were printed. Big Bob was an over-the-road truck driver. Everything died down when she finally agreed to let our friend buy her out on the land for a reasonable sum. As in, paying for it twice.

And dropped the restraining order. Less than a week after he had a clear title, the house showed back up right where it was before. Since it was still on the steel used to move it, all we had to do was stick a truck back under it, take it back, and hook it up. This was until she decided to marry a guy from a hardworking family that were doing well. She love bombed this poor hardworking sap. He never knew what hit him. She had a bachelorette party with her pretty mean girlfriend at a local recreation lake and rubbed it in that her bachelorette party was going to cost more and be better than her wedding to my friend. I think that's what queued the nuclear revenge.

The flyer showed up all over the new husband's bachelorette party, which was at his parents' house with family. And her bachelorette party got busted for drugs where they found several people in various stages of undress including the bride-to-be and quite a bit of drugs, bunches of alcohol, etc. When the wedding blew up, the wedding dress from the first marriage to our friend showed up on a scarecrow with a pentagram on the front with what looked like blood, but was actually paint, on it in her front yard.

No one even missed the wedding dress from the first wedding until then. Every time she worked somewhere, every time she dated someone seriously, the flyers showed back up. She finally gained about 50 to 70 pounds and quit trying to date seriously. She married a fat truck driver eventually. Rest in peace, Big Bob. You were one hell of a friend, and we're all gonna miss you. We'll sing the song of your people and raise a glass to you every time we meet.

Our next Reddit post is from RavensArts. This happened in the summer of 1974 when I was 4 years old. When I was a kid, we had a next door neighbor who was a total B-word. This Karen was a 40-something year old woman who liked high heels, big jewelry, lots of makeup and wore long, flowy captains in garish colors that did not flatter her. She had a big perm. Remember, it was the 70s. A huge butt and was notorious in our neighborhood for being an entitled twat.

Her favorite thing to do was to go onto other neighbors' landings either early in the morning or late at night and steal decorations and potted plants which she would then put in her back garden. She once even dug up someone's small tree out in their front yard because, according to the neighbor, she felt that it would look better in her garden. Just a total B-word. For the most part, she left my family alone. My family has a take no flack reputation in the neighborhood and she knew it. She would only glare at me and my siblings

when we played outside. She hated kids. Sadly, that didn't last. One day, one of my sisters got badly sliced by a long nail when she went to pick a flower off the passion flower vine on the fence. Turns out, Karen had hammered dozens of long nails into our fence so that she could hang

potted plants that she'd most likely stolen. The leaves on the vine had hidden them until my sister got sliced. She had to get a tetanus shot, which made her sick all day. Mom was pissed. So, she went out and actually spent the rest of the day hammering each and every nail back out through the fence and back into Karen's garden, causing many of the pots to fall and break. This is probably why Karen did what she did next. About a month later, my mom goes into our kitchen and sees

a man in our yard. She goes out and asks, what the hell are you doing? The guy tells her that he was a gardener and he'd been hired to get rid of the vine on the fence. Mom asked him who had hired him to do this. The owner of the fence, he told her, and gestured to Karen's house. Mom told him, calmly, since none of this was his fault, that it wasn't Karen's fence and that she was the owner. The poor guy was horrified. However, the damage was done. He'd already cut into the hardwood and the roots, and now our vine was dead. After the poor guy left, Karen stiffed him, we found out later. Mom went to Karen's house and confronted her. Karen didn't even deny it. She just laughed in my mom's

face and said, I did it, so what? It's not like you can do anything about it. Then sauntered back into her house. She just messed with the wrong family. Two days later, Karen went on a two-week vacation with her husband, a butthole to Cabo. Revenge time. The day she left, my older siblings, along with a family friend, decided that Karen's back garden needed improvements. So they climbed the fence, went into her garden, dug up all the pretty flowers and small trees, carted them out, along with the stolen decorations, and replaced them with high pollen weeds, quick growing ivy, and lots and lots of poison oak and poison ivy, which they had

carefully dug up from a nearby state park. I was too young to help, sadly. We then temporarily moved our three dogs into our backyard. We also had a 9-foot fence, which was too high for her or her husband to climb, so we knew that our garden would be safe from her. My family excitedly waited. When Karen got back and saw her new and improved garden, she threw the biggest, most epic tantrum and meltdown we'd ever seen. It was spectacular! A whole class of sugared up, pissed off preschoolers couldn't have thrown a bigger tantrum. From the top of the fence, we all watched as Karen screamed and ranted.

Dad took the day off to see the freakout, as he put it. She pulled her hair, kicked the weeds, and threw anything she could get her hands on, all the while cussing and screeching like she was getting a chili powder enema. Then she spotted all of us watching her. She yelled and cursed at all of us laughing kids, coming to the correct conclusion that we had done this to her precious garden. By this time, all the surrounding neighbors were also watching. But she of course zeroed in on us. Karen then stormed over to our house and banged on our door until mom opened the door.

Dad let her deal with it as he was still laughing his butt off. Karen then demanded my family to not only pull out all these ugly plants and to, of course, pay for the new ones and plant them. And to do it now. Right now. Our mom just looked at her, yawned, and told her she had zero proof that it was her kids who had done it. Mom knew. She even sat and watched with me as my siblings did it, laughing the whole time. I think at one point my dad even helped. Mom then reminded her that she had stolen dozens of plants from the neighbors, had been caught blatantly stealing from their front gardens, yet was surprised that someone had retaliated. Mom laughed, told her to F off and went back

inside. Karen ranted at us through the door for about an hour till her voice blessedly gave out. Then she stomped back to her house. She avoided us from then on and would give a death glare to my mom whenever she saw her. Mom would just smile, give her the finger, and go about her business. Karen was intimidated by my dad and wouldn't do anything when he was around, but dad worked a lot so he wasn't there most of the time. We donated most of the dug up plants to neighbors that she'd stolen from and returned the

stolen ornaments and decorations to their rightful owners, if we found them. But we kept two rose bushes, which we planted by our back gate, a ceramic hearth cat, which I still have, and a glass and metal sun god decoration that nobody claimed. Karen never did get rid of all the weeds, and didn't realize that it was poison oak she was pulling bare-handed, until she and her husband got horrible rashes over a third of their bodies, and I was told, in some very unfortunate places. How dumb do you have to be to steal from someone, taunt them in their face and then leave for a 2 week vacation expecting nothing to happen to you?

Our next reddit post is from Enum. This story has sat with me for a few years now and I feel like I am ready to share it. My father sexually abused me and my siblings growing up. I was the youngest of three siblings and was the one that spoke out eventually, getting him arrested. He only got charged with one count against my sister. Me and my brother have spoken out about what happened a few times and both feel that we never got justice for what he did. He got four years in federal prison as well as charges for having drugs and some illegal weapons, an assault rifle and pistol that weren't registered. We're in Canada by the way. For a time in my teenage years, I ended up living in a bad neighborhood, living with my gang member friends and selling drugs to pay for myself to eat.

Don't judge me for that, I only sold weed which can't kill anyone, so I feel fine about it. One day, a higher up in the gang my friends were in came by our apartment because I was selling a lot of weed and he was beginning to not like it. He gave me a boundary and I respected him since he respected me just being a kid trying to finish high school. This higher up, Greg, would come by once a week to check in, but not in a bad way. Greg actually helped me out so a month after meeting him I didn't need to sell anymore. He helped with bills and groceries. When I asked him why, he told me that he knew my dad was in jail.

The following story is what I remember from what he told me. The prison confirmed this story when I asked after I turned 18. Greg had been in prison for three years when my dad arrived at the prison. Greg and my dad turned out to be cellmates. Greg explained to me that my dad never seemed right, and over a year he managed to gain his trust. My dad revealed to Greg that he wasn't caught for assaulting multiple people in his charge, but didn't actually tell Greg what he did. Greg, being in a semi-powerful gang, used his connections to find out exactly what my dad did. Greg didn't want to ruin getting out one day, so all he did was tell the more respected

prisoners who would never see freedom again and who do not have morals. My father was sexually assaulted, beaten, burned, stabbed, and beaten again for months before he died. All I can say is, I wish it lasted longer. Greg put the pieces together and looked out for me for two years when I had no one. Greg got me the justice that me and my siblings really deserved. It's maybe not nuclear, but when I think about the months of torture he endured, I feel those prisoners got better revenge than I could have ever gotten.

I'm great now. Greg is kind of like an old crazy uncle now that he got shot in the arm and he gave up the gang life. OP, how do you think this isn't nuclear revenge? The guy got tortured and killed. It doesn't really get much more nuclear than that. 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.