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bubbles345 wrote:

I made one!!! I'm making it up as I go:
The Lost Script
One day, a guy went on Scratch. And then, he clicked on a project called "Baby Doll." He was about to modify the script, until he noticed a block he had never heard of. It was a "say" block with this message:

say [You will die in this number of seconds:] for (10) secs


Then he clicked the green flag and...
BOOM!!!!
Everything blew up. The End.

777w wrote:

>for heavens sake dont post any stories that make no sense and are simply annoying

although maybe that rule can be improved, along with the rest of the first post

soniku3 wrote:

CakePopAnimation wrote:

soniku3 wrote:

Mario:Darkness.NDS

It could've been good, but the plot was very confusing and there were a lot of grammar issues. Sorry :(

I know. I'm Dutch.

being dutch doesnt automatically make you a bad storywriter :/

777w wrote:

soniku3 wrote:

CakePopAnimation wrote:

It could've been good, but the plot was very confusing and there were a lot of grammar issues. Sorry 

I know. I'm Dutch.

being dutch doesnt automatically make you a bad storywriter 

I made a better one now...

Odd, Sunshine Kid gets 2 replies.

The Mario (failure) pasta gets way more.

DA HECK?

NeilWest wrote:

Odd, Sunshine Kid gets 2 replies.

The Mario (failure) pasta gets way more.

DA HECK?

It wasn't that creepy; just sorta sad. 

Though I couldn't do any better. 

NEVER FORGET

Once I had read a story on the Internet, of an old, mysterious, lost arcade game called "Polybius", which appeared in arcades in Portland, Oregon in 1981. The game was supposed to cause whoever played it to go insane, causing insomnia, amnesia, nightmares, and suicidal tendencies.

Being a big buff who wasn't afraid of anything at the time, I passed off this story as complete BS. However, one odd coincidence with the story is that I actually live in Portland. Though, of course, I thought it was just a story, and Polybius didn't actually exist.

Though, one day, I started getting more curious about Polybius, so I looked around the internet for more information about it. I still couldn't find any real, hard evidence of Polybius's existence. So I went ahead and asked my dad about it. He used to play all sorts of arcade games here in Portland back in 1981.

When I asked Dad about an arcade game called "Polybius", he turned to me and asked, "Where did you hear about that game?"

I told him I heard it from the Internet. He started to get really sweaty and shaky, but he simply replied, "Just...forget about it."

That's when I got really, really, suspicious. Could my dad have actually played the game, or heard about it? I went down to the old sites where the Portland arcades used to be to see if I could find any clues there, but with no luck. Finally, I poked around on the Internet looking for a ROM image of the game. It took a long time, but I finally got ahold of one.

I loaded up the Polybius ROM on MAME, and the game started. The title screen looked normal enough, with a black screen and the word "POLYBIUS" in bold, blue, block letters. I proceeded to the main game, bracing for the worst...

But, surprisingly, when the game started, nothing abnormal happened. The gameplay was simple enough, and it was just like that arcade game called "The Tempest", with vector graphics. The graphics were in multicolors, and it looked a bit psychedelic. But, surprisingly, the game was really, really fun.

After the game was over, I played it again. And again. And again...

So the game really did exist! That was the good part that made me feel more successful in my investigation.

But then it hit me. One of the main side-effects of the game was addiction. The people who played the game were addicted to it--they could never stop playing it, like it was a drug.

I finally stopped the game after about two hours of playing it. But something about me felt different after that...

(unfinished; to be continued)

NeilWest wrote:

Odd, Sunshine Kid gets 2 replies.

The Mario (failure) pasta gets way more.

DA HECK?

''DA HECK?'' thank you for being so positive!

pbugni wrote:

wow, I never noticed that you could see how many posts a thread had in the corner of each post.  I stupuhd

This has nothing to do with the topic. Sorry.

NeilWest wrote:

The Mario (failure) pasta gets way more.

It wasn't a faliure. It wasn't terrible, either! D:
Just think if somebody called your pasta that.
Even though I gave my honest opinion on the story being not super great, it seriously didn't stink enough to be called a faliure.
No offense

Nobody read my Super Mario Galaxy story! 

NeilWest wrote:

Odd, Sunshine Kid gets 2 replies.

The Mario (failure) pasta gets way more.

DA HECK?

I liked Sunshine Kid, but it really isn't a pasta. It's more of a sad story.

I got an extreamly creepy idea for a pasta last night. So I should just write it out now...
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Ants

"NICK! GET YOUR BUTT OUT OF BED! NOW!" Ugh. That was my Mom. I opened my eyes and looked at my clock. 12:34 PM. Great, I gotta get up early today. I dragged myself out of bed and got changed. I slowly walked downstairs and saw Mom and Dad at the dining room table, eating lunch. "What's the occasion?" I asked. My Mom usually lets me sleep in later, so something's gotta be up. "You don't remember, do you?" Mom had a stern look on her face. "Nope." I said, rubbing my eyes. I walked over to the coffee machine and poured myself a hot cup of joe. I sat down at the table across from Mom. "So what's up?" Mom sighed. "Your girlfriend called. You where supposed to meet her at her soccer game at 10:00." The color drained from my face. "Oh god, Samantha..." I looked at my coffee. "That's right." Mom said. "Samantha."

I looked at Samantha's front door, part of me not wanting to confront her. I knocked, and it opened. It was her mom. "Uh, Mrs. Carre, can I-" She grabbed my arm tight and pulled me inside. "Don't do this to her again, understand?" "Uh, ye-yes Mrs Carre." She looked at me for a second. "She's in her room." I slowly walked upstairs and knocked on her door. No answer. I opened the door slowly. Samantha was on her bed, face down in her pillow. "Sammy I-" "You what?" She said, and looked at me. Her face had dry tear trails on it. Her pillow was soaked. "I...I'm sorry..." I looked at my feet. "Your sorry? YOUR sorry?!" "I...um..." "Nick, look at me." I looked at her. "You forgot again, didn't you?" "Well, I..." "No Nick. No excuses. You forgot. I get it. I'm not important enough to you." I looked at her, devistated. "Sammy, no! You are extremely important to-" "Just get out."

I walked through the woods on my way home. An enourmous wave of anger swept over me, then guilt. I had forgotten her soccer game. It was a big thing for her. Her team was facing a regional rival, and she wanted me there to watch her win. We had planned it for weeks. And I forgot. I kept walking. Sunlight poured through the spaces between the leaves and branches of the trees around me. I would have appreciated the scene a little more if I were more calm. Then I noticed something. I noiced what looked like white sticks covered in leaves on the ground. I whiped the leaves away. It was a skeleton. I stared at it, shocked. There were ants crawling all over it, picking off remaining scraps of flesh from the bone. I couldn't stop staring at it. The ants started to crawl towards me. I wanted to run, but I couldn't move! Why can't I move!! The ants crawled onto my shoes, then up my pants, up my shirt. What are they doing?! They crawled on my face. My mouth suddenly opened. WHAT"S GOING ON??!! They crawled into my mouth and down my throat. Hundreds of them. After a couple of minutes, there were no ants left on the skeleton. The world around me grew dim. Everything is fading...

"Nick!" I sat up, startled. I looked around. Im...in my livingroom? I looked around. "Wha..." My Dad was looking at me. "You're awake!" I looked at him, confused. "What...what happened?" "I was going to ask you the same thing!" "What do you mean?" He looked as confused as me. " You don't remember?" "I...I remember the woods..." "The woods? What about the woods?" "I...saw something..." Mom rushed in the room. "Nick, you're alright!" She hugged me. "What happened." Mom looked at me. "We were eating dinner. You know, spaghetti and meatballs. And suddenly, you went unconcous. I had to clean tomatoe sauce off your face! What did you do at Samantha's?" Dad looked at Mom. "He said something about the woods." I started to fall over. "Honey? Honey, stay with us! Honey......" Everything faded to black again.

I woke up in my bed. I looked at the clock. It was 6:00 AM. Six AM? I never wake up this early! I wasn't tired enough to go back to bed. I got up, changed, and went downstairs. My parents were at the dining room table, eating cereal. Dad saw me and looked suprized. "Look who's up early!" I poured myself some coffee and sat at the table. "Must be because of last night." Mom said. "Yeah, what exactly happened last night?" Mom looked at me. "Well, you arrived home yesterday just in time for dinner. I had made spaghetti and meatballs. You were complaining of a stomach ache. I figured that you just didn't want to eat my spaghetti. Minutes later, you collapsed. Your face just fell into the bowl of spaghetti. I cleaned your face and we moved you to the couch. You laid there for a couple of hours. Then you woke up. You said something about the woods. Before we could figure out what you were talking about, you fell back unconscious. We brought you to the docter, he said you would be fine, just let you rest. So we brought you back home and put you in bed." I looked at her, just a little confused. "That's a lot to swallow...I don't remember any of it!" "I thought you wouldn't." Mom said. I didn't tell her about the skeleton and the ants out in the woods.

I finished my coffee and went back up to my room. I sat on my computer. I opened up Scratch, checked my messages. I didn't get that many. I drew a random pic of Jeff the Killer and posted that. I hope this gets some views... I opened Google and searched "Man-eating ants". All I got was some articles on giant ants in Africa, poisinous ants in South America, blah blah blah.. But nothing on man-eating ants. I sat there, wondering if the whole woods thing was a dream. That would explain the creepy stuff I saw there... But it was so real! I had never had a dream in my life that was that real.

I decided to head to the park. I mean, why not get out and do something? The park was close by anyway. I headed there on my bike. When I got there, I got off my bike and sat on a park bench. I looked around. I could see lots of tastey people around...wait, what?! Where did that thought come from?! Though I feel an urge to go near somebody... Wait, there's someone walking by. She looks like she's alone. I got up. I walked over to her. "Hey." She looked at me oddly. "...Hi?" "I'm sorry but I ...I just..." Then I grabbed her. She screamed. My mouth opened, and swarms of ants flowed out all over her. I shoved her to the ground. I watched as hundreds of tiny ants ate through her clothes. They flowed down her throat and ate her from the inside. They ate her tastey body untill it was nothing but a skeleton. I bent over and opened my mouth. The ants crawled back into my mouth and down my throat. I felt warm and satisfied inside.
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That's the end of part one! How was it?

zbugni wrote:

Dude, creepy! :y
I wish you'd hit enter whenever someone else was talking though.

Oh sorry XD