Video Game Urban Legends, Creepy Pasta, Hoaxes, and Other Shit v3 - Don't Make This Fail - General

[QUOTE=Cone;34295078]Depends if we -snip-, it's like -snip- at all costs. So, should we -snip- ([IMG]http://www.facepunch.com/fp/ratings/zing.png[/IMG]), opening up the venue for more scares, or go with -snip- ([IMG]http://www.facepunch.com/fp/ratings/information.png[/IMG])?[/QUOTE] At first I was going to say to -snip-, since we all see it as -snip-, but now I kind of feel like we could -snip-.

[QUOTE=Neo Kabuto;34295180]At first I was going to say to skip the supernatural angle, since we all see it as cliche at this point, but now I kind of feel like we could work out a way to make it work, so now I'm open to either.[/QUOTE] See, so long as we keep it original it should be perefectly fine. Just skip all the shit about the game hurting people and such (or at least make it subtle), and we can make it work. I'm quite confident of that. I will probably spend a while on TV Tropes so we can see what kind of dumb shit to avoid and what to subvert and such. I feel we can get this moving.

If someone -snips-

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I'm going to make a proposal for the plot. Other people can make different proposals for the plot, and we can mix and match what elements we like from all of them into a whole thing. [editline]19th January 2012[/editline] i'll be our first official mapper

[QUOTE=papaya;34295301]dibs on ideas guy[/QUOTE] Yeah, then we can -snip-

[QUOTE=papaya;34295301]We should make like a steam group for this if we're seriously going through with this. dibs on ideas guy[/QUOTE] If papaya's the ideas guy, I want to be the guy who posts in this thread a lot!

[QUOTE=LCBADs;34295331]i'll be our first official mapper[/QUOTE] I can do some of the -snipping-

[QUOTE=LCBADs;34295331]i'll be our first official mapper[/QUOTE] I'll put in a request in the mapping section. I don't have any money or anything, so I'm hoping someone will help in exchange for being a part of this, or just out of the goodness of their own hearts.

Alliterative -snipping-

[QUOTE=supersnail11;34295393][url]http://steamcommunity.com/groups/FPCCC[/url] Alliteration is fun[/QUOTE] Count me in, Not sure if i will actually contribute very much though.

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[QUOTE=Neo Kabuto;34295180]At first I was going to say to skip the supernatural angle, since we all see it as cliche at this point, but now I kind of feel like we could work out a way to make it work, so now I'm open to either.[/QUOTE] Maybe if it were designed by a disgruntled/disillusioned/depressed developer, who put the creepy/weird stuff in to reflect his/her inner emotional conflicts, maybe that would work? Then again, is the whole "conflicted artist" dealio a trope or a cliche nowadays? I don't think it's been overused; the most memorable example I can think of is the Lavender Town Creepypasta where apparently the original music had adverse effects. Sure I think there was a little "ghosts in the machine" dealio with that pasta (or a similar one that I forget the name of), but I think they pulled off the conflicted artist bit fairly well.

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[QUOTE=ironman17;34295465]is the whole "conflicted artist" dealio a trope or a cliche nowadays? I don't think it's been overused; the most memorable example I can think of is the Lavender Town Creepypasta where apparently the original music had adverse effects. Sure I think there was a little "ghosts in the machine" dealio with that pasta (or a similar one that I forget the name of), but I think they pulled off the conflicted artist bit fairly well.[/QUOTE] I thought the Lavender Town one was well done too (outside of the stupid filenames thing and the ending). I wouldn't say it's cliche at this point, but a lot of the "classics" use it.

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[QUOTE=papaya;34295467]-snip-[/QUOTE] We could always -snip-. Most forum software allows for it, and even a static website would just have it -snip-.

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[QUOTE=papaya;34295467]we should also -snip-[/QUOTE] I can do the -snip-

[QUOTE=papaya;34295527]We could also go down the route of it being an experiment that becomes twisted, with good intentions to begin with and later distort as the people running the experiment (server admins and the mapper) become more distraught by the results.[/QUOTE] Now that is a good idea. But what could this experiment perceivably be that would create something capable of scaring our audience? Also, [URL="http://www.facepunch.com/threads/1156857"]mapping request is sent out[/URL] for anyone who wants to help. [editline]19th January 2012[/editline] [QUOTE=supersnail11;34295662]I can do the website if you guys want. I have experience with that. [editline]19th January 2012[/editline] How long ago does this take place. Now? 2 years ago? I have to know so I can fake.[/QUOTE] No real need for any time other than now, I guess.

I'm going to -snip-

maybe it could be that all the posts were -snipped-

Choice -snip-

I don't think you understand how EXCITING this is In fact, I better put on Cowboy Bebop [media]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=T6zDfxZ4NcE[/media]

Actually, I'm gonna -snip-

where should I post my Partial Plot Proposal?

keep the thread -snip-

[QUOTE]These entries are from the actual diary I had found about a month ago. My father never lets me go into my basement backroom. There is always a lock on it, unless he is trying to find something or fixing the heat. But one day; I had asked my Dad for the key to the backroom because I wanted to play Spyro. He said yes, but he told me not to look at anything else. I went in the backroom, and it was filled with boxes, old toys, a BB gun, stuffed animals and basically little kid stuff. I looked in the first box listed "PS2." I looked through'it, and found old PS2 games, but not Spyro. I thought it had to be around there, so I looked in this small box. In there was some books. Castle Of Lost Souls, Chairman of the board, just unfamilar books. But on the side was a book. A normal yellowish tan book. I picked it up and it was dusty, and on the front cover was a unicorn. This unicorn was quite scary. It had a beard and almost a human-like face. It was laying in some forest. I checked the back of it and it said "Craftunique 1980." I looked at the front page, thinking it must have been mine. The thing is: it wasn't mine. I wanted to read it really badly for some reason. I tried to read it in the backroom, but there was almost no light and the writing was aged to the point that I had to squint just to read the first sentence. I left the backroom and returned the key to my father, but as I did, I kept the diary a secret. If he found out, he'd probably yell at me to put it back. Knowing this anyway, I read it. The first sentence in the diary is, "Fear is a strange thing, it can creep into your mind unexpected, and take root of it." If course, I am VERY interested into the book, and I have a thing for scary stuff, so I thought: why not? I guess I couldn't take the hint that I should have put this diary back. The entry read as followed: June 5th Fear is a strange thing, it can creep into your mind unexpected, and take root of it. I had another nightmare again. This time it was worse. Drew was just standing there in the basement with a blankless expression. I began to hear screams, and it was all dark. I then focused on Sky's face, her eyes were all black, her face pale, and she began to cry. I tried looking away but I couldn't. I tried to scream. I couldn't. Her face warped from sadness to complete disturbance. It felt like I could really feel shivers down my spine, and as I turned around... (illegible) ... there it was: the black shadow, the one I always saw. It towered over me. I backed away, but tripped. I couldn't get away. I just couldn't. I couldn't get out of this nightmare. I managed to look behind me to see the backroom full of light. There was Drew, the Drew I knew... and there was Sky, beautiful as always. I love her. Thank god they're okay!! I looked back to see the black shadow getting closer... I turned back to Drew and Sky, who were waving at me with blank faces. They were closing the door?! I turned towards the shadow, who was now face to face with me... (something was written here, but was violently scratched out to the point that the paper was ripped slightly to the next entry) Then that is when I awoke. I was absolutely bawling my eyes out when I awoke and saw Drew was sleeping. Sky had went out to the store, so I cried secretly. I knew my mother was up, but I did not feel like talking to anyone. The rest of the day was normal, but I could not stop thinking about it. I was a bit frightened at what I read about. A nightmare in full detail... it's a lot like the one I had when I was younger. June 10th Grandma and Grandpa came over to vist. While they were here, I felt like strange things were happening again. Drew or Sky didn't notice anything, so it made me feel out of place (like usual). Mom was too busy showing Grandma and Grandpa pictures of Drew getting awards. The strange thing was I kept hearing people call my name. First softly, then loudly. Then... painfully. Finally, Arbie kept barking at nothing, but directed his barking mostly at the backroom. I told mom andmom had said he was excited that Grandma and Grandpa were here. I knew it had to be something else. Grandpa and Grandma said that they left feeling a bit strange. I could somehow feel they were anxious to leave. After they did, Drew and I suddenly began to write stories about dogs and some drawings, and we began showing them to mom. She just laughed and said, "you both are so funny! You ought to get into serious writing. I bet you'd make lots of money!" Yeah mom, like money is important when fear is consuming you... (more scratching out, but I can make out "SL--D-R--N" from the letters that were scribbled out). It was nearly 8 so mom told us we had to go to sleep. When I went to my closet, I felt like something grabbed my feet, like a hand or claw or something forceful. I ran screaming to get my mom, and I came back to the closet with her. She said, "there's nothing here! Be a big girl already! There's nothing in your closet. I swear!" She closed the closet door and left. She would be going to visit Uncle Paul and wouldn't be back for two days. Sky was in charge while she was gone. June 11th I had a dream last night. It wasn't a nightmare though, it was a happy dream. It was outside in the woods with Drew, and Minnie was there and she had angel wings. She kissed us both and hugged us and wished us the best of everything. She then left, and Drew and I went back to playing. I woke up smiling. And I told Drew about it. R.I.P Minnie. Sky decided to take us to Brazers, because Mom never wanted to take us besides a couple times on Drew's birthdays. We had fun, and ate ice cream. After that we got home and I decided to watch Alvin and The Chimpunks, mostly because Drew loved that show. We began talking about boys and who we liked, I admited I thought Cory was pretty cute but he was a grade ahead of me. June 14th I had a nightmare again. This one was just... disturbing. It seemed so real. I get up from my bedroom to get myself a cup of water. Lights were off, I tried to flick the light on. It didn't work. I lit a candle and walked to the kitchen. Drew was there, wearing a white dress. I noticed it was one of my old dresses... so I asked Drew sort of giggly: "You look silly in my dress! Why are you wearing that, Drew?" Drew said nothing. Drew was just holding a picture. A picture... "What do you have there... Drew?" Drew giggled as their hair fell over their eyes. Drew instead ran past me in the blink of an eye and disappeared around the corner. I chased with the candle and followed downstairs. There were lots of boxes downstairs for some reason, and the whole room was black. It felt like there were no walls, and all the boxes were cardboard with something scribbled all over them. Then I could hear someone whisper my name as I opened a few of the boxes... The basement door shut, and the candle blew out. A nursery rhyme came out of nowhere, and it was so loud I couldn't focus and I watched myself fall to my knees as if I was a ghost. My eyes then focused on a box that had a photograph on it. I slowly went to get it and as I did, (---illegible---). The phtotgraph flipped over. The photo was of me, Drew, and Sky. Our faces were scratched out. My vision blurred and I saw myself in third person ripping out my own eyes and being groped by that towering dark... THING again. I want mother to come home. Fast. I'm crying and I think it's coming for me and I can hear Drew knocking on my door asking what's wrong... but it doesn't sound like Drew, and it sounds like Sky is screaming. Oh my god... I need... (more illegible writing, and each page after is scribbled out violently and most of it is illegible besides for a couple entries in the center of the diary) After reading this so far, I thought back. I used to live in a small town, in the country. I was maybe about 4 or 5. That's when I remembered watching scary movies and such, and that's where I got interested in scary things. I did have nightmares and they were pretty twisted too. I now have strange experiences rather than nightmares... As for such; when we first moved to the city (I was about 12), I use to pretend I had an imaginary friend. Well he wasn't really my "friend." I would be playing in the hallway by the closet and that's where I first saw "Him." He was just a toddler, with reddish hair. For some reason, he always looked down at a knife that I would try to pick up and stop him from using... but my hand would just go through it like it didn't exist, and he'd laugh and suddenly vanish as if he was never really real. I ran to my mother and told her what I saw that day and she said, "imagination is a powerful thing. Don't let your fear get the best of it!" I always assumed I was playing with him if I was playing with dolls, because I could vividly remember his face and his hair... About 2 years later, I saw him again. This time he was standing with that same knife in his hand, and he was older. He looked incredibly happy to the point that his smile seemed friendly when I was awake, but in nightmares, it left me feeling frightened: especially when he'd come up to me and use that knife. The last time I saw him was 3 years ago. He was now a teenager. Blood all over him. Blood on his knife. Blood on me in the nightmares. I could still see him awake with a friendly smile... but covered in blood. In the nightmares, he was sick and twisted. After reading these weird entries, I have been having unusal nightmares (even though I have one every night now). They were about this shadow that reminded me an awful lot like this boy. I think I've even seen my closet door slowly open, but it was late, it could have been a dream... Maybe. I felt compelled to open the diary one more time and see if I could find one more entry... and to my surprise, I did. I swore that the page was totally scribbled out but it looked like it was just stuck to another page. Something kept telling me not to read it, but I did anyway. June 26th I had another nightmare. IT was in my bedroom sleeping. A littl egirl called from outside my door asking if I wouldn't laugh at her. (I) said I wouldn't, and the the girl walked in. Her shoulders. were blown off by a shotgun. Her eyes were red from crying. She asked for a hug, and I hugged her. there was a naked girl that was pale white. It was dark in the room and she was so white you could see her. She was crouched down on the floor by the closet. i couldn't say anything. 'then him, the '(illegible) '''''with a knife''''' and he cut her head open and said it wasn't so bad and began eating her and raping her open neck hole and then that shadow came out, the (illegible) oh my god hes coming for me i Instead, I see.. him. The black shadow. he's here. he's got the knife. i need help, sky is still screaming, someone please help, please god, help That's all that was in the diary...[/QUOTE]

It would be just text and screenshots, we shouldn't depend on one of the players just happening to have fraps on when he joins the server - that looks suspicious. There would be multiple accounts of the same experience, written (supposedly)independantly of each other and posted in different places with (supposedly)no knowledge of each other. Not too many, maybe two or three. We'd be a couple of random bozos playing deathmatch on some public server of generic custom maps collected by a fourteen-year-old in Slovakia. The map would change, the admin is somehow banned from the still-running server, and it would be about the players being chased around this huge, weird map by this massive crazy statue that looks like a totem pole, or an olmec head, or an easter island head, or whatever. They have to work together and solve puzzles and shit to escape the statue. One of the things I really liked about that godzilla NES CP from before was all that weird apocalyptic imagery, so that's be cool to have this underlying prophetic/apocalyptic vibe to the map, never really outright stated, but it's there and it means something to those who really wonder about it. I don't have a backstory to go along with this, so this is my partial plot proposal.

i like -snip and snip-