Chatroulette takes its name from the macabre game Russian Roulette, randomly matching users with video chat partners from all around the world. What could go wrong with this formula?
For some users, Chatroulette's an incredible opportunity to speak to people all across the globe, learn about different cultures, and even practice a foreign language. For others, it can be a place of lewd, adult acts, offensive language, and much more.
About eight months after Chatroulette launched, untoward behavior reached a critical mass, causing the site's daily user count to nosedive. Proprietors made efforts to combat these losses and allegedly banned thousands of users daily, but some still sneak through the cracks.
Redditors' stories of weird things on Chatroulette will either make you want to sign on or never sign up.
From Redditor /u/jherold97:
Ended up talking to some redhead on Chatroulette only to find out she was in the same town as me. Better yet, she was in the same apartment building as me. We met up.
From Redditor /u/Wayrin:
One of my wife's colleagues at a major US art college used Chatroulette for an art piece. Chatroulette was on as she was defending her work in front of four professors and about 20 other students.
A few guys showed up d*ck in hand, saw the audience, and quickly moved on. One guy just smiled a knowing smile and finished the job.
From Redditor /u/lawlshane:
I ended up talking with this one guy from Europe and eventually he brought his sister out to say hi. He left for a bit and she started saying how she wanted to fart in my mouth and stuff. It was odd.
From a former Redditor
I was really motivated by that Merton guy who did the improv piano a while back, to take something that was dirty/gross/perverse and use the very same instrument for the powers of good.
Also, my sister was taking an acting class at the time and had just gotten done giving me a talk on the difficulties of staying in character when practicing the method.
I haven't grown much mass-wise in years and I had a really elaborate Batman costume in storage. So I practiced my skills pretending I was Batman.
Not only that, but the room was completely dark save for my monitor glow and a giant bright power button coming from my Compaq Presario, so I even had the Batcomputer look going.
People from the Philippine Islands always asked if I was Christian Bale, the mixed guy-girl bored college kids wanted to know where Robin was, and any time I saw a d*ck and they continue to jerk [and] I slowly turned my head towards the camera and wagged my finger to etch the image on their minds of my Bat-disapproval.
One of the few ways to not get nexted instantly sans boobs.