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Ugh enough with the trollpasta already. 

jukyter wrote:

i'm making a scary story for bwog :b
when i finish it i'll probably post it here

i finished it a while ago
it's a little sillier then i expected it to be
but when you're writing about rufflebee and bwog being 'friends' it can't not be

I'd just got a phone call saying "Meet me tonight, 5:00,” he coughed briefly-a strange cough, like someone else was talking with him, “at the New Members’ Pavillion."
It was bwog's voice. I was sure of it.
I raced down the stairs and grabbed my coat. It was my favourite, a brown trench coat with a high collar that he'd remarked on before. I did up the buttons it up and suddenly felt warm and cosy. Drowsy, in fact.
But I had to ignore that. bwog had been missing for days-I thought dead. If he was telling me first that he was still alive enough it must be important. He pretty much hated me, he just knew I was useful when it came to detective work and dangerous stuff.. I couldn't ignore a distress call. For bwog!
The door opened with a click as I turned the latch. I walked down the twisty turny streets and the shadows grew over me. I shuddered. Darkness. It was only five o'clock and yet the days were getting darker. Too dark.
I frowned a little and pulled my coat closer towards me. I had a fear of the dark, ever since I’d learnt that in the dark things could creep up on you without your knowledge. Especially with as bad hearing as I had.
There-there it was. The Pavillion. No frolicking new members were there any more. God, this place was a ghost town. I swept away the mould of inactivity and the cobwebs of necroposts. I knew where bwog would be. King Karp’s room.
“Mourning again, bwog?” My voice echoed around the room.
“You need to help me! I’m-” his voice changed, suddenly, into one that sounded like the voice of many and his tongue flickered-it was pronged, “ready to eat you carousel.”
His teeth morphed into canines and his entire body grew scales. “So is this what you’ve been the whole time? The lizard mod?” I said before he picked me up in his hand.
He grinned. “No. bwog invited me in. Like you just have.”
I screamed.
***
And... woke up? "Haley? Are you okay? You collapsed on stage." It was mom.
"...on stage? What?"
"Oh, don't you remember? It was a concert. Jordan's out there telling everyone you're okay."
I tuned my ears. It was transparent. I could hear what he was saying- "Sockdog's just woken up. She'll be okay, but she won't be able to finish the concert. Sorry folks. The Evil Band will still be playing but you can leave now if you want."
"And uh how famous am I?"
Mom grinned. "Five number ones in a year."
I collapsed into my pillow. I just want to sleep again. The dream was better then this reality. At least I wasn't hounded there-and I would be hounded, I knew it.
"I'm going to sleep, okay mom?"
"Yeah, whatever you need to do darling."
"Thanks."
I slept. And I haven't woken up since.

NeilWest. That was just... EPIC.

I think mine is a bit corny.

Thanks. My sig? It's Quirrell.

I got one: it's really short!
POKEMON: LIFE AND DEATH
So, this year, two new Pokemon games came out : Pokemon Life and Death. I decided to get Pokemon Death, since it was unusually cheaper than Pokemon Life. When I started the game, it started glitching immediately. Then, through the messed up graphics, I saw a blurred image of Bulbasaur. But he didn't look like Bulbasaur. He had decaying flesh and bloodshot eyes, and he said 3 simple words in an inhuman, terrifying voice: CATCH THEM ALL. then, everything went black. I mumbled repeatedly, "gotta catch em all... gotta catch em all..." then I started screaming. I was taken to a padded room in a straitjacket. For the rest of my life, I dreamed of Bulbasaur saying, "IT'S TOO LATE."
What do u think?

REFLECTION

I am Rick's Reflection.

Every morning, he wakes up and walks to his bathroom.
And starts making faces.

I am so tired of the faces. He makes them for at least half an hour. Mocking, ridiculous faces. I have no choice but to mimic his every action, although inside I am seething with anger.

He does this every day... well, USED to.

One morning he awoke as usual, and entered the bathroom.

On this particular morning, against his will, he picked up a pair of scissors.

On this particular morning, against his will, he gripped those scissors tightly in his fist.

...on this particular morning, entirely against his will, he plunged those scissors directly into his right eye.

Thomas screamed, and screamed. I screamed and screamed too - with one difference.

I can't mimic his pain.


Just.

His.

Face.

Luigi3343 wrote:

sonicpikmin wrote:

I have recently been looking for lost shows on Nick.

Yep, that's right NICK. I have hated their shows for quite some time now. I hated it ever sence The new episodes of spongebob kept rolling in on 2011. Um okay, Maybe not 'Some time now.' So then I Went on my computer and searched 'Lost series on nickolodeon' I looked EVERYWHERE, But I coulden't find any. Just a bunch of old and stupid Roblox Ads.
My Cook made me fresh coffee with a hint of honey. Mmm, Delicous... I ran downstairs and then I sat at the table waiting for him to give me the drink. But the drink didn't smell right, i could smell that from here. He then gave me the drink.

I literaly GAGGED when i grasped the mug and looked inside. It looked all green goey and had black spots in it. When i threw the cup, The floor melted. "So you did want SOMETHING." My cook said with an evil smile. "Um.. Well you see.." I was interupted before i could finish with the cook's Demonic voice saying, "I DID NOT FORGET YOUR REASONS ABOUT-" He hesitated. He then said, "Go upstairs and search for your 'Thing' Upstairs.. I Will be waiting for you. Dear." He said with a sigh. I Instantly forgot everything, Like i was in some sort of trance, And slowly walked to my room. After that, I remembered the things I DID forget. I searched once again,  'Lost series on nickolodeon' I saw a result this time. Weird. Last time it only showed roblox ads from 2004 Or something. The show was called Cake creator.

Great, A baby show, Like i ever wanted one anyway.. There was a whole WIKI About it. I didn't bother looking at the pages, I just went to the episodes. That... Is when i regretted what i have just done. I watched episode one: Demon Cakes. The title card was so red, I coulden't even see the title. Wait, DEMON CAKES? What.. did... i.. just... Wow. Great name professor child show.  The show skipped to the real thing after about 20 seconds. The characters were speaking in russain but atleast i learned some of it. the coversation went on for about twenty seconds, Then one of them looked like they just realisticly MELTED. I could only make out this part of the convesation:

"What am i to do?'
"I am ashamed of you. DOWN TO THE PIT OF DARKNESS AND-"
"Kids I regret whats going on now..."
"I DID NOT FORGET WHAT HAPPENED WHEN YOU-"
Then it staticed for 1 minute. It went to a sad place with ropes and brains everywhere.
The coversation started in english.
"Y-y-you did this?"
"This is my wonderland of my only joy. Now GO. Before these veiwers realise it's too late to RUN."
"But-"
"NOW BEFORE HE TAKES OVER GGGGGGO NO-"
"I don't under-"
I heard a growl coming from one of the cases, Where a blob stood out and trailed A familliar liquid i remember seeing at home. WAIT IS THAT THE.. OH NO. I paused the video and ran out of my room screaming in fear. The cook then says "Its too late now. You coming with me...." I went into that trance state again and followed a strange smell i coulden't identify.. Yet.
I woke up on my computer. The demon cakes episode started playing again. Green goo splatered across the screen. I felt something funny on my shoulder. It felt like a needle. Then i was knocked out cold. I woke up feeling strange. My head spun like FOREVER Until i looked like a human dragon. My eyes were nothing but red glowing pupils. my teeth were razor sharp, and i looked, Well plain UGLY. My mirror said it all. The cook walked up to my room and Said coldly "I told you i didn't forget. Remember? Your Test 7879! We succeeded. now come."
I am a TEST?? He put another needle like thing in me and i fainted.







But remember? Im always watching you. Every day you go online. Remember kids, Im watching, Destroying, Hypnotizing. Watch out.




Not my point of view. I hope it isn't TOO dark or scary. Please do not insult. Its one of my best pastas in my opinion.

Best pasta ever!

well do really look ugly and did you made pasta. its my favorite food 

somebody write a story where something horrible but realistic happens to a character that isnt given a name, gender, personality, or appearance
the more abstract the character the easier it is to think "wow what if that was me"

777w wrote:

opiegs wrote:

777w wrote:

just look up "slenderman"
by the way this is for discussing usermade stuff and slenderman wasnt invented by anybody here

I don't care about that kind of stuff...

                                             and also,most of this stuff is either     
                                                                   spam, scam, or canned ham.

scams are nonexistent in this thread and frankly the only spammer and/or ham canner here is you

                                                                          also why do you
                                                                                       post like this?

because it's























































































                                                     funner.

777w wrote:

somebody write a story where something horrible but realistic happens to a character that isnt given a name, gender, personality, or appearance
the more abstract the character the easier it is to think "wow what if that was me"

Sure.

The Caring Machine

My friend just stared at me one morning. He didn't say anything. He didn't eat anything. He didn't drink a single drop of water. He just stared at me. Then he passed out, and he was in a critical coma. His final words to me were, "visit... ...the... ...caring m-m-machine..."

He died a few minutes later.

He had always mentioned the Caring Machine. It was a small videogame he worked on in his spare time. He never told me anything about it, because he wanted to keep it as a surprise. So, the following morning, I booted up his laptop and played the file. He must haven't had changed the file's name for it was called 'game1.api', the icon the only evidence of the game's existance within the file.

I remember him ranting on about a virus on his computer - though I had no problems starting up the laptop. The game was actually a interactive novel about an unnamed person (surprisingly creative). He wasn't referred to any name, but you could see him. I'll describe the playthrough here;

The man walked out of an apartment in the pouring rain. Everyone just looked at him and either walked away quicker or spit. He looked down at a reflection, while consequently faded away. He started crying until a shady figure came behind him and injected him with some sort of liquid, which forced him to pass out in a puddle.

The screen fades out with the text showing: "The Caring Machine: by Aaron Walkden". The screen fades back in with the man lying down with a whirring, moving machine - nearly filling a quarter of the room. The man woke up, rubbing his head and looking around. He then looked at the machine and searched it for anything.

The machine then spoke, saying numbers. The man suddenly turned in confusion and looked at the machine which stopped moving. The screen on the right lit up and text appeared, saying 'hello human i am the caring machine' (Aaron's terrible grammar was still imminent in the game). The man then asked the machine where he was.

'safe'

The man wanted to know his location.

'where we are'

The man shouted at the machine for being so vague,

'sorry for upsetting you have a peace offering please'

The man watched as a cookie came out of slot in the machine, the man ate it and seemed happy, thanking the machine and apologizing.

'i forgive you lets be friends'

The man then hugged the machine, and the machine's screen showed a heart (realistic form for some reason). The machine then proceeded to stab the man in the back, rip the knife up the body and through the head, splitted the upper half of his body. As the bloody corpse fell to the ground, the computer then grabbed a blender, macerated the man's head and grabbed the man's heart from his body.


I just looked at the screen. The detail was unexplainable. Then I knew the cause of the obscenity - the virus. The virus team was classified as The Caring Machine. And in the credits, there was a little comment by them - 'don't steal the name'.

Tell me if the detail was suitable!

He just stood there. Silent.

I tried walking around, but he covered the path. He didn't react to anything I said. I decided to walk back and take another route, but another person stood there. The tall and slender man had his long kitchen knife beside himself. Menacing.

I screamed. Deafening.

No one would hear me. It's dark and it's only us 3. I call for the unmoving men to help, but he doesn't react. I look at the maniac that is about to kill me and my eyes go dark. Void.

When they're open, he's not alive. Happiness.

Blood everywhere. His kitchen knife sparkling from the one street lamp faraway. Relief.

I turn myself to the man, he's not there. Nothing is. Excitement.

Nothing.

Suddenly the street lights blow up, like fireworks. Beautiful

And then it is a dark void of nothing. Death.

Last edited by ExtremelyGamer (2012-12-07 12:37:43)

I walked outside. it was a dull,drab,day. i got the mail,and there was a letter there for me. I opened it. I was surprised, because I have no friends. then i saw it. it was maddening."g0 t0 th3 t0ast3r;3nt3r the d1sk. i was confused;then right after I read the note, a cd fell out. hesitantly,I put it in. it got extremely hot. it started smoking and flaming. I opened a window, but nothing helped. I tried opening the door and running out,but the door automatically slammed shut. I then tried to jump out the window,but there were none.it was closing in. before i died, i saw a red humanoid beast. he said"I am the one who wrote the note". my last words were "why must you torture me so?!?!"

                                     like it?

Last edited by opiegs (2012-12-08 18:14:20)