Pluroblox wrote:
Making creepypastas is easy.
Just use some of your imagination.
no, imagination isnt all it takes. you can have a good concept, but without good writing its terrible
TheCatAndTheBanana wrote:
777w wrote:
soniku3 wrote:
D?E?A?D
Somi6 an uknown member of Scratch team was on March 8th 2008 looking in the Achrived forums there was one called ''?D?E?A?D?'
She Clicked on it...
There was a topic called ''Why they hate us.'' by Kaj...
What do you think?a scratch creepypasta isnt a good idea imo and the moment you added kaj it all died for me. kaj is the most overused villain in any scratch story and he didnt even actually do anything. better yet, he apologized. man i dont think ive seen a good story about scratch since misc
There already is one. It's about a strange animation made in scratch that after being watched the person goes insane
eh that doesnt sound like a good one :/
the one scratch story i ever really enjoyed at all was one written back in misc. all i really remember was that there was some sort of virus thing and the main heros were affected by the 60 second rule when battling which was pretty clever
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777w wrote:
Pluroblox wrote:
Making creepypastas is easy.
Just use some of your imagination.no, imagination isnt all it takes. you can have a good concept, but without good writing its terrible
TheCatAndTheBanana wrote:
777w wrote:
a scratch creepypasta isnt a good idea imo and the moment you added kaj it all died for me. kaj is the most overused villain in any scratch story and he didnt even actually do anything. better yet, he apologized. man i dont think ive seen a good story about scratch since miscThere already is one. It's about a strange animation made in scratch that after being watched the person goes insane
eh that doesnt sound like a good one
the one scratch story i ever really enjoyed at all was one written back in misc. all i really remember was that there was some sort of virus thing and the main heros were affected by the 60 second rule when battling which was pretty clever
"Ahh... no... my weakness... the 60 second rule... it's draining my powers!"
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BirdByte wrote:
777w wrote:
Pluroblox wrote:
Making creepypastas is easy.
Just use some of your imagination.no, imagination isnt all it takes. you can have a good concept, but without good writing its terrible
TheCatAndTheBanana wrote:
There already is one. It's about a strange animation made in scratch that after being watched the person goes insaneeh that doesnt sound like a good one
the one scratch story i ever really enjoyed at all was one written back in misc. all i really remember was that there was some sort of virus thing and the main heros were affected by the 60 second rule when battling which was pretty clever"Ahh... no... my weakness... the 60 second rule... it's draining my powers!"
it was like they were swinging their swords and stuff then suddenly couldnt move
and they were all "whats the meaning of this?"
then the villain told them they were affected by the 60 second rule and had to wait to do anything again XP
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777w wrote:
BirdByte wrote:
777w wrote:
Pluroblox wrote:
Making creepypastas is easy.
Just use some of your imagination.no, imagination isnt all it takes. you can have a good concept, but without good writing its terrible
eh that doesnt sound like a good one
the one scratch story i ever really enjoyed at all was one written back in misc. all i really remember was that there was some sort of virus thing and the main heros were affected by the 60 second rule when battling which was pretty clever"Ahh... no... my weakness... the 60 second rule... it's draining my powers!"
it was like they were swinging their swords and stuff then suddenly couldnt move
and they were all "whats the meaning of this?"
then the villain told them they were affected by the 60 second rule and had to wait to do anything again XP
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I'm thinking about making a sequel to Fletcher's Family Center called Nicole's Army or Miller's Second Rise.
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I could just write one about my disturbing Roblox experiances... but then I took a sexual content to the knee.
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NeilWest wrote:
I could just write one about my disturbing Roblox experiances... but then I took a sexual content to the knee.
they dont say "to the knee" in the game you know
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wolvesstar97 wrote:
weegeeissparta wrote:
Probably some cute widdle... bear. Thing.
T-T
REALLY?
RREEAALLYY.
RRREEEAAALLLYYY.
RRRREEEEAAAALLLLYYYY.
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There already is one. It's about a strange animation made in scratch that after being watched the person goes insane.
Dear Whoever Said That,
YOU MEAN TAPEWORM BOY?
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Wait, HOW DO I MAKE PANTS CREEPY?
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777w wrote:
Pluroblox wrote:
Making creepypastas is easy.
Just use some of your imagination.no, imagination isnt all it takes. you can have a good concept, but without good writing its terrible
TheCatAndTheBanana wrote:
777w wrote:
a scratch creepypasta isnt a good idea imo and the moment you added kaj it all died for me. kaj is the most overused villain in any scratch story and he didnt even actually do anything. better yet, he apologized. man i dont think ive seen a good story about scratch since miscThere already is one. It's about a strange animation made in scratch that after being watched the person goes insane
eh that doesnt sound like a good one
the one scratch story i ever really enjoyed at all was one written back in misc. all i really remember was that there was some sort of virus thing and the main heros were affected by the 60 second rule when battling which was pretty clever
It was rubbish and the project it's about is on te GENUINE SITE. How did they manage that?
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777w wrote:
NeilWest wrote:
I could just write one about my disturbing Roblox experiances... but then I took a sexual content to the knee.
they dont say "to the knee" in the game you know
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I DO say, good sir.
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weegeeissparta wrote:
wolvesstar97 wrote:
weegeeissparta wrote:
Probably some cute widdle... bear. Thing.
T-T
REALLY?
RREEAALLYY.
RRREEEAAALLLYYY.
RRRREEEEAAAALLLLYYYY.
GOSHHHH DARNNNN YOOUUUUU TEDDYYYYYYYYYYY
I saw him last night on TV on Pawn Stars, then saw him now, then saw him on youtube.
STOP STALKING ME, TEDDY.
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20:45
20:45 20/5/12
Sam James is first reported missing.
20:45 21/5/12
Louise Halliwell is first reported missing.
20:45 22/5/12
Sgt. John Dunson is first reported missing.
20:45 23/5/12
Louise Halliwell is found dead. Cause of death unknown.
20:45 24/5/12
Sgt. John Dunson is seen in Colorado, 20 miles from where he was last seen.
20:45 25/5/12
Sgt. John Dunson is reported dead at a Colorado airport. Cause of death is from hit and run. Car driver not identified.
20:45 26/5/12
An RV crashes in a Colorado street. Sam James, appeared to be the driver.
20:45 27/5/12
Sam James dies in hospital after major injuries.
20:45 2/7/12
You die.
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NeilWest wrote:
[b]20:45[/]
20:45 2/7/12
You die.
Noo, I still have so many things to do in life! XD
Very well written :3
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weegeeissparta wrote:
Someone needs to make a pasta about pants.
I'm on it!
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July 8th, 1999
Maybe I was just being a little overly-excited that day in July, 1999. I was going to fly to my grandparents in Arkansas to visit for the first time in five years. I was going alone at age eleven, as my mom had to go to a musician conference in northern New Jersey. My dad went with her, and my older brother was away in New York with some friends.
Mom took me through the gates and security, and then handed me to a flight attendent to make sure I got on board OK. She left, and I was alone.
The flight was fine; afterwards was when the problem arose. The problem was that my plane landed two hours early. My grandfather wasn't scheduled to come until four-o'clock, and I didn't think to call him. One, I didn't have any money. Two, I didn't know their phone number. Three, I was shy back then, especially when I was out of my comfort zone. Like then.
Fortunately for me, or maybe unfortunately, a mam dressed as a janitor noticed me standing there uncertainly. He came over to me and asked if I was to meet someone. I said yes, but they weren't going to be here for two hours. I probably shouldn't have said that last part.
The man, who replied that he could help me, led me over to a door he opened with a key. It was dark inside. Suddenly the man pushed me hard on the back and I tumbled into the dark room. My suitcase was shoved in after me, the door shut, and I was alone. I heard the key turn in the lock, dashing any hopes.
It was hours later when the man returned, pointing a big black gun to my head. 'Shut up and stay with me.' He growled. I complied and grabbed my suitcase handle and followed him out into the deserted airport. I glanced at the big clock; 9:30 it said.
I was led to a back room in the employee section of the airport. Several pairs of hands grabbed me and slamed me in a metal chair. Before I realized it, I was tied securly with thick pieces of rope. I opened my mouth to scream, but a long length of tape was stuck over my mouth. I panicked. Tears rolled down my face.
I was kept in that back room for five days. Someone would come each meal time and feed me, untying me just long enough to eat and then tying me back up again. My boredom was spent thinking of my family. All through this I never saw the janitor man again.
It was on the sixth day as a man was feeding me and letting me walk around that the airport security and police found me. They burst through the door and promptly arrested the man. He looked at me with a look of hate. I cried happy tears and fell into my mom and dad's arms, who had flown up here to help look for me.
I have never forgotten this, and I know I never will. I haven't really been able to talk about my experiance before, as I feel real uncomfortable. I feel as though he is still going to come after me...
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Notes:
1. This story is NOT about me. I have never been kidnapped (Thank you God)
2. This is a true story with about 3 things changed (i.e. name removed, date changed, state changed)
3. Please give me some feedback.
4. I know not very good creepypasta...
Last edited by hungergamesfanatic (2012-08-02 11:26:12)
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CakePopAnimation wrote:
NeilWest wrote:
[b]20:45[/]
20:45 2/7/12
You die.Noo, I still have so many things to do in life! XD
Very well written :3
Thanks! :3
And you know what?
Last edited by NeilWest (2012-08-02 02:11:13)
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NeilWest wrote:
CakePopAnimation wrote:
NeilWest wrote:
[b]20:45[/]
20:45 2/7/12
You die.Noo, I still have so many things to do in life! XD
Very well written :3Thanks! :3
And you know what?
XD
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hungergamesfanatic wrote:
July 8th, 1999
Maybe I was just being a little overly-excited that day in July, 1999. I was going to fly to my grandparents in Arkansas to visit for the first time in five years. I was going alone at age eleven, as my mom had to go to a musician conference in northern New Jersey. My dad went with her, and my older brother was away in New York with some friends.
Mom took me through the gates and security, and then handed me to a flight attendent to make sure I got on board OK. She left, and I was alone.
The flight was fine; afterwards was when the problem arose. The problem was that my plane landed two hours early. My grandfather wasn't scheduled to come until four-o'clock, and I didn't think to call him. One, I didn't have any money. Two, I didn't know their phone number. Three, I was shy back then, especially when I was out of my comfort zone. Like then.
Fortunately for me, or maybe unfortunately, a mam dressed as a janitor noticed me standing there uncertainly. He came over to me and asked if I was to meet someone. I said yes, but they weren't going to be here for two hours. I probably shouldn't have said that last part.
The man, who replied that he could help me, led me over to a door he opened with a key. It was dark inside. Suddenly the man pushed me hard on the back and I tumbled into the dark room. My suitcase was shoved in after me, the door shut, and I was alone. I heard the key turn in the lock, dashing any hopes.
It was hours later when the man returned, pointing a big black gun to my head. 'Shut up and stay with me.' He growled. I complied and grabbed my suitcase handle and followed him out into the deserted airport. I glanced at the big clock; 9:30 it said.
I was led to a back room in the employee section of the airport. Several pairs of hands grabbed me and slamed me in a metal chair. Before I realized it, I was tied securly with thick pieces of rope. I opened my mouth to scream, but a long length of tape was stuck over my mouth. I panicked. Tears rolled down my face.
I was kept in that back room for five days. Someone would come each meal time and feed me, untying me just long enough to eat and then tying me back up again. My boredom was spent thinking of my family. All through this I never saw the janitor man again.
It was on the sixth day as a man was feeding me and letting me walk around that the airport security and police found me. They burst through the door and promptly arrested the man. He looked at me with a look of hate. I cried happy tears and fell into my mom and dad's arms, who had flown up here to help look for me.
I have never forgotten this, and I know I never will. I haven't really been able to talk about my experiance before, as I feel real uncomfortable. I feel as though he is still going to come after me...
*********
Notes:
1. This story is NOT about me. I have never been kidnapped (Thank you God)
2. This is a true story with about 3 things changed (i.e. name removed, date changed, state changed)
3. Please give me some feedback.
4. I know not very good creepypasta...
Actually, That was pretty good.
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And It Wasn't About Pants! Iiii Nnneeeddd Aaa Pppaaassstttaaa Aaabbbooouuuttt Pppaaannntttsss!
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weegeeissparta wrote:
And It Wasn't About Pants! Iiii Nnneeeddd Aaa Pppaaassstttaaa Aaabbbooouuuttt Pppaaannntttsss!
In other words, you want the worst pasta ever.
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