- [Narrator] Nothing feels
as good as getting even. Wait, no. Scratch that. What I meant to say was nothing feels as
good as getting revenge. No, no. Hang on, I screwed up again. What I really meant was nothing feels as good as getting revenge that totally ruins the
person that wronged you. But as satisfying as tales
of one-upmanship can be, there are some stories out
there that I'd argue go too far. From a plan that took 20 years to play out to a bully who got a
literal buttload of karma, it's time for even more
extreme stories of revenge that took it way too far. (upbeat music) Food for thwart. There is nothing more annoying than going to get that
food you were saving only to find someone else has eaten it. This is an occupational hazard of being a student in shared accommodation as Reddit user, ha,
TheManWith2Poobrains discovered. Nice name there. A first-year university
microbiology student in England, he was living with several
other students, all boys, who shared one kitchen. Inevitably, Poobrains' food
would often go missing, but no one admitted to stealing it. Well, one day his entire
class were in the labs experimenting with a
low risk orthopoxvirus, that they let first
year students handle it. It was then that he noticed that one of his lab partners
had fumbled their sample and they soon developed a pretty painful blister on their lip. A light bulb went off in Poobrains' head, and he hastily snuck a
sample of the virus away. Later that evening, he smeared the sample over a block of cheese he had bought, wrapped it up tight to prevent any cross
contamination with other food, and left it in the refrigerator. Sure enough, the next day, someone had snacked on his cheese. The day after that, two
of Poobrains' housemates were sporting nasty looking
blisters all over their mouths. They were so bad they wouldn't go outside until the lesions eventually
went away a few weeks later. After that, Poobrains' food
never went missing again. Gee, and all it took was some
light biological warfare. Bully backfire. Were you ever bullied at school? Yeah, I got shoved into a locker and had my lunch stolen
once or twice or 50 times. Okay, that might sound
bad, but it's nothing compared to what Reddit
user SCP_682's friend Marco went through. Marco was a small, skinny kid. He was a little geeky, but
was generally pretty happy until a much, much bigger
kid we'll call Polo started to pick on him. And I'm not talking about harmless pranks. Marco started turning up
to class with black eyes. His backpack was ripped,
his food had been stolen, and his stuff was all but destroyed. Polo's parents were well
connected to the school, so when Marco reported it, he was accused of lying and suspended. His suspension was only lifted when a video taken on a smartphone emerged showing Polo ripping apart Marco's bag and throwing it in the trash. But despite this, Polo faced
no consequences whatsoever. So when Marco eventually
returned to school, he decided he wasn't going
to take this anymore. He turned up one day with
a huge bag of gummy bears hoping to share them with his friends. As expected, Polo ripped
the bag away from Marco stealing the sweets and demolishing them one fistful after another. Marco began to cry, which only fueled Polo
to eat more of them, which is exactly what Marco wanted. He wasn't actually crying,
he was faking it. Why? Well, during his suspension, Marco had learned that a certain someone had a bowel condition that made him intolerant
to sugar substitutes, and those weren't normal gummy bears. They were sugar-free gummy bears. Marco had set a trap. Throughout the day, Polo continued to gorge
himself on the stolen sweets until all of a sudden
he bolted out of class and made a mad dash for the bathroom with a suspicious brown stain
trailing down his pants. No one saw Polo for a few days after that with rumors flying around
that after Polo's visit, the bathroom looked like
someone had exploded in it. When he did return, he looked awful. His face was bruised, he
was wearing an eye patch, the other eye was bloodshot. Apparently he'd strained so hard while battling against
the explosive effects of the sugar-free bears he left himself partially
blind in one eye. After that, he left Marco well alone. Those gummy bears may
have been sugar-free, but that story was sweet as hell. Teaching a lesson. A kid being bullied by
another kid is one thing, but a kid being bullied by a teacher is a whole other level of wrong. Sadly though, that's what happened to
Reddit user Safe_Ad5951 back when he was barely six years old. Safe had just started first grade, but his teacher, Mrs. Hagner, took an instant disliking to him. Despite being a child, she doled out incredibly harsh punishments
to Safe and a friend of his. She called them derogatory names, forbade the other kids
from playing with them, and even forced Safe to stand in a garbage while all the other kids poured their leftover lunches on him. When he came home that day with his ruined shoes
soaked in garbage juice, his mom asked what had happened, and he told her about
Mrs. Hagner's punishments. Shocked, she rang up his friend's parents who'd been told the same thing. It was a pattern of
behavior with Miss Hagner apparently targeting kids
that weren't rich or white. Disgustingly, the school was
unwilling to take any action, so without wasting a moment, Safe's mom enrolled him in another school where he suddenly began thriving. And while Safe was living
up to his potential, so was his mom. Over the next three years,
she got a degree in education. Then she got a job as a teacher all while raising Safe and his siblings. Then she got a master's degree and became a leading
educator in the district. She was beloved by the community
and very well respected. About 30 years later, Safe
realized the awful old school had shut down a few years after he'd left. Dredging up memories, he offhandedly asked his mom
if she remembered Mrs. Hagner, and that's when his mom
dropped a bombshell. She calmly said that,
yes, she did remember. She'd also spent the last 25 years informing every single school
administration in the state what a vile human being Mrs. Hagner was. She'd given them detailed
accounts of her behavior, and so every time she'd applied for a job in any school in his mom's district, they'd turned her down flat. His mom had risen up
the ranks of education purely to ruin this one woman's career in revenge for what she'd done to Safe. As far as she knew, Mrs. Hagner never saw the inside
of a classroom ever again. Moral of the story? Do not mess with moms. on their cheating partners is
a real tonic for heartbreak like this next story
from Reddit user osrsb19, who, so YouTube doesn't strike this
video down for profanity, we'll be calling Laura. Laura was an avid player of
the online game "Runescape," and through playing the game, she met her long distance
boyfriend who we'll call Douche. As they began to get older,
Laura got a job, moved out, became independent, and in short, grew up. Douche, on the other hand, didn't. He relied on Laura to send
him money to pay his rent throwing tantrums when Laura
couldn't afford to support him. He refused to even look for a job despite Laura offering to help, and then Douche had the audacity to claim Laura just
wasn't working hard enough and should get a second job so that he could just
keep playing "Runescape." If I was Laura, I'd have
dumped this loser on the spot, but Laura loved him
and wanted to help him. She lent Douche money to
fly him out to see her, but while he was visiting, she saw a message pop up on his phone. It said, "When are you gonna leave her?" Thinking she might be missing
some precious context, she waited until he was asleep
and went through his phone. Sure enough, Douche had
been cheating on her messaging and flirting with another girl promising to leave Laura, making fun of Laura behind her back, and even sending her Laura's spicy pics so they could pick apart and laugh at her. She had never felt so used or vengeful. For the rest of the trip, she pretended like she'd seen nothing and continued being as lovely
and affectionate as ever. After she'd dropped him
off at the airport though, she went back home, sat at her computer, and immediately logged into "Runescape," but not into her account, into his. He'd left himself logged in allowing her unprecedented access to his precious 14-year-old account. Within the hour, she destroyed and sold
everything he'd earned using all of his in-game
currency to buy useless items that could be bought but not used or sold. Within minutes, his virtual legacy consisting of more than
8 billion in-game coins was now worthless, but
she wasn't done there. She then contacted all
of his in-game friends and told them of his cheating antics, then changed his username to something incredibly
embarrassing and logged off. A few hours later, her
phone was blowing up. Douche was hysterical, calling
her every name under the sun and sending photos of himself crying. Laura calmly explained that he
would never contact her again or she'd be pressing criminal charges for sharing her spicy
pictures without her consent. Apparently he shut up quickly after that. Well, looks like digital cheating deserves digital consequences. You rang? Phone bills are the worst. I'm always surprised with
how many minutes I've used and how much they cost, but back in the 80s, they were much worse. The cost of processing
a call was much higher, which one savvy lady used to
her advantage around 1987. According to a report from
Hollywood at the time, a man living in the area
with his live-in girlfriend was about to jet off on a
business trip for a few weeks. He plans to break up with her, but instead of letting her down gently and acting like an adult, he cruelly told her that
by the time he came back he expected her to be packed up and gone. She was understandably upset. So upset that she decided
to get her own back, not by breaking his heart,
but by breaking his wallet. Well, fast forward a few weeks and our man returns from his trip. His place is spotlessly clean
and there's no sign of his ex. His mean little plan had worked. The only thing out of place was the phone, which had been left off the hook. He heard a strange babbling noise and assumed there was a connection issue, so he hung it back on the receiver and thought nothing of it. That was until his phone bill arrived. He usually paid around $20 a month, about $50 in today's money, but the numbers on his bill stated he owed an astronomical $8,000, a little over $21,000 today. It turned out that just before
his ex had left for good, she made a long distance call
to Japan's speaking clock, an automated service that
provided the time over the phone. Being a long distance call, it cost extra, and being automated, the caller on the other
end didn't hang up. Costing $0.50 a minute, this guy's phone had been
calling Japan nonstop for about 266 hours, or 11 days. Wow, that's definitely one
way to make your ex pay. Ain't no grass. Back in the 1980s, "The Complete Book of Outrageous and
Atrocious Practical Jokes" came up with a wonderfully harmless prank. Lay down a plastic sheet in a
room, add an inch of topsoil, cover in grass seeds, turn
up the heat, and voila. In a few days, the prankee will be faced
with an indoor lawn. The plastic sheet would
make it easy to remove and there'd be no real harm done. However, one woman in the
UK, who we'll call Jenny, decided to put a malicious
spin on this petty prank. Back in the 1980s, Jenny
had a boyfriend called Carl. Carl was an airline pilot who would sometimes spend several weeks away from his home on long-haul flights, or at least that's what he told Jenny. Because one day Jenny
dropped by Carl's house when he was supposedly
on one of these flights and saw Carl through the window making out with a stewardess. Distraught and humiliated,
Jenny silently went home. But as she did, she began to think of
ways to get back at him. For the next few weeks, she pretended like nothing was wrong, meeting up with Carl, being affectionate and acting
like a loving girlfriend. However, when he next told her he'd be away for a few weeks on business, she began her revenge plan. She told him she'd need to drop
by his apartment a few times to collect some stuff
though she wasn't sure when. Unable to pin her movements down, if Carl wanted to meet
up with his mistress, he wouldn't be able to use his apartment in case Jenny walked in on them, so the place would be fully vacated. Exactly what Jenny needed. And when he left that
evening, Jenny got to work. Using a watering can. She soaked all of the soft
furnishings in his apartment. His couch, his bed, his
carpet, even his toilet paper. She then turned his heating
on so it was nice and warm, opened all the curtains so
there was plenty of sunlight, and spread packet after
packet of cress seeds all over the place. She dropped by a few days
later, and to her delight, most of the seeds were germinating. By the time Carl got back from
wherever he'd really been, he was confronted by
thousands of cress plants that had their roots
woven into his furnishings ruining everything they touched. After that, Jenny never saw him again. Talk about leaving someone crest fallen. Karma generates interest. Were you an awkward kid
growing up? I mean, who wasn't? Well, Reddit user Seneca_13 was a little more awkward than most. He didn't have any friends and was bullied by a
classmate called Derek. One day, Derek started acting nice to him. Coincidentally, it was the same day Seneca had brought his brand new
action figure to school. Derek spent the whole
day buttering Seneca up, being nice to him, and making poor naive Seneca
believe that he was his friend. Then he asked Seneca if he
could borrow the new toy, and Seneca happily agreed. The next day though, Derek ignored him. And when he asked for
his toy back, Derek said, "You never gave it to me, loser.
You must have imagined it." Then he started spreading
vicious lies about Seneca to get him to buzz off, ostracizing him from
the rest of the school. What a jerk. The event stuck with Seneca as he grew up, but eventually he found his
feet, gained some good friends, and became a successful
plumber and electrician. And some 20 years after the
incident one morning at 2:00 AM, he received an emergency
call out to a flooded house. Low and behold, it was Derek's house. Seneca kept calm, said,
"Hello," and introduced himself. He acted as if the stuff in
school had never happened, reassured Derek that he was in good hands, and gave him an idea of
what this would cost to fix. A few hundred dollars tops. Derek seemed happy, but it
was Seneca who was delighted because as he was assessing the damage, he noticed a lot of work on the property that didn't comply with city regulations. It had clearly led to the leak, which must have been going on for weeks and would ring up a huge water bill if a registered plumber didn't
sign off as an accident. He began photographing
and documenting everything before calling a friend
of his at city council to get down there ASAP and look at the mess this bozo had built. His friend arrived and
after looking around, Derek was slapped with an order to tear down the majority of his house as it contained unsanctioned additions, extensions, and plumbing. Derek was furious, but there
was nothing he could do. Seneca and his friend left, but not before Seneca
also left Derek an invoice for the call out just to
rub salt in the wound. A few weeks later, Derek calls Seneca to ask to talk face to face. They meet up and Derek
suspiciously puts his phone face down on the table. Seneca realized that Derek might be trying to
record their conversation so he kept his calm. That's when Derek showed
him the water bill. It was close to $80,000. On top of all the
rebuilding he needed to do this would bankrupt him. He begged Seneca to sign the certificate confirming it was an
accident, but Seneca declined. Angry, he began to berate Seneca admitting that he knew how he treated him when they were kids was
wrong and that he was sorry, but Seneca only quoted him a few hundred bucks for the repairs. Why would he lie about that? Seneca replied, "I said
no such thing, loser. You must have imagined
that," and then he left. Well, for a revenge that iconic, they should make a Seneca action figure. Daddy's issues. There are a lot of bad dads
out there. They don't care. They don't make effort,
or worse, they're cruel, but few compared to the cockroach that Reddit user
Laila_Anis had to call dad. When Laila was born, her father abandoned her and her mother. He drained her mother's bank
accounts, but despite this, her mom never said a bad word against him. He never paid child support,
barely sent birthday cards, and only visited her once or twice a year. When her mom remarried,
though, he straight up claimed Laila was no longer his responsibility. She was her new stepdad's problem now and cut off all communication with her. He didn't attend her
graduation, her wedding, or even respond to
invitations to meet her son. In all that time, Laila had
received just one email from him where all he did was lambast
her mother for her looks, criticizing everything about her. When Laila defended her mother, he called Laila a waste
and stopped responding. That was the moment Laila truly realized what a scumbag he was. She went on with her life
when one day out of the blue, she got an email from him. Was it to reconnect, to
apologize, to meet her new family? No. He needed something, a kidney. It turned out he was diabetic,
and his kidneys were failing. He was on the donor list, but finding a match could take years. Time he didn't have. So he figured a blood relative of his might be a match and give him one, which was the only reason
he contacted Laila. Enraged at his audacity, Laila read and reread the
email and then began plotting. She wrote back agreeing
to meet up and do the test to see if she was a match for him. They went to the hospital together and confirmed that she was indeed a match. Her birth father was overjoyed. Over several weeks, Laila then began all the
intensive therapy and prep work needed for a donation taking
every step very seriously. Then on the day of the surgery, she turned up to the
hospital to meet her father, but just before they went in, she told him she wasn't
going through with it. Confused, her birth father
began breaking down, begging to know why. What was wrong? Why
couldn't he have her kidney? With a grin a mile wide, she
told him he was not her father, and using his own words,
that he was a waste. With that, she walked off
and never saw him again. Damn, Laila literally
wasted that cockroach. Well, that's all the revenge I have the stomach for this time around. Which story was your favorite, and do you have any of your own? Email me at
revenge@beamaezed.com if you do, and as always, thanks for watching. (gentle music)
