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

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[QUOTE]Today I was playing Super Mario 64. My star count reached about 35 when I decided to go back and get the 100-coin stars for the first few worlds. It went pretty uneventfully for awhile as I don't like grinding for coins very much, but I wanted to get all 120 stars on my file. After a few other levels, I jumped into the painting for Bob-omb Battlefield and picked the first star, and when the level started I noticed something strange- every character (except for Mario) had been replaced by Koopa the Quick. This was odd because it wasn't like a deliberate, careful replacement by a hacker. Instead, the game simply tried to render the proper shape and animations of the enemies using Koopa the Quick's model. Some people might find it horrifying to behold, but I found it hilarious when I was attacked by the giant chain chomp that now resembled a gigantic glob of Koopa parts. This sidetracked me from my goal of getting 100 coins and I ran up to the top to see what the king looked like. To my disappointment, he looked normal, but I decided to fight him anyway because I wanted to see if the star model would also be messed up. When I beat him, however, something unexpected happened. Instead of his usual post-battle speech, he instead said "Just remember, you deserved this." That bit confused me, and the cold, singular message seemed rather off, but I haven't played Super Mario 64 in a long time and I figured that some other character must say that line at some point. I couldn't remember, but since the game slapped a character model in all the wrong places, it wasn't unbelievable that the same could happen to a line of text. The star dropped as normal, so I tried to collect it to get out of the stage, but I couldn't. Whenever I would try to jump into the star, Mario would take two units of damage and fall back. I was just plain irritated at this point and decided to just keep doing it until it killed me. After being ejected from the stage, I went higher up into the castle and entered Tall, Tall Mountain. Once again, the level had something off about it. In the stage Tick, Tock Clock, the speed of objects in the level is based on the position of the clock hands when you enter the stage. There's a way to enter the stage in a "time-frozen" state and somehow the same had happened to Tall, Tall Mountain. I explored the level but was still irritated because this was keeping me from progressing in the game. To blow off some steam I picked up one of the monkeys (easy to catch since it couldn't move!) and threw it off of the mountain. My irritation gave way to fascination when the monkey just hung in midair off the side of the mountain. I decided to jump off the mountain too, and sure enough I was able to "land" on the air and run around, so I decided to explore my new-found lack of gravity. Eventually running on air lost its novelty and I decided to head back to the mountain, but when I turned around it was no longer there. Then suddenly Bowser dropped from (higher up in) the sky. I was ready to just quit since there were no bombs in the area and therefore I wouldn't be able to defeat him. As I got up to turn off the console, Bowser's dialogue popped up. "Don't turn off the console. That would be rude." was the first line of dialogue. This time I knew I couldn't write this off as misplaced text. I was a bit shaken at how direct that seemed, and I wanted to just go ahead and be rude, but I realized that I just may be in one of those haunted video game situations, and my curiosity got the better of me. Since I'm still alive posting this, I recognize that it's hard to imagine me being in danger here, but keep in mind that just because I'm alive doesn't mean nothing bad happened. I mean, maybe later in the story I dive toward the console to turn it off and I land poorly and sprain my ankle. Anyway, I sat back down and started advancing the dialogue. "That's better. Wouldn't want to stop before the real fun, would we?" I remembered that in most haunted video game stories the game seems to be able to hear the player somehow, so I tried asking "What do you want from me?" "Revenge." I couldn't imagine why Super Mario 64 wanted revenge on me. You think it would go after the people who speedrun the game or something but I haven't even played the game in years. "What did I ever do to make you want revenge?" I asked the game. "Think about it, Steve. You know exactly what you did." Suddenly, I realized that something was wrong. Really wrong, and I don't just mean with the game or my ability to write a compelling narrative. I had to rectify the situation immediately. I put my hand to my forehead and told the game "Uh, my name isn't Steve." I continued advancing the game's dialogue. "Wait, really? Oh boy, I've messed up. See, I'm Steve's pet turtle. I died because he forgot to feed me for a long time. I haunted his favorite video game to try and get revenge on him." "So the reason for those Koopa models-" "Right, you get the idea. I'm really sorry about this, I feel really bad. Just gonna be on my way now, you can press reset and things will be back to normal." The vengeful spirit left my copy of Super Mario 64. Before it left, I asked him to show me something hyper-realistic, and it complied. I got to see a picture of Steve's family (presumably) as skeletons, and Mario pointed at one of them and said "It's-a Steve!" while crying tears of ketchup (the spirit only had one batch of blood tears to use for Steve so I had to settle for cheaper effects). The spirit also saved all the remaining 100-coin stars into my file as an apology, and I appreciated that since I hate grinding coins. The real reason I'm telling this story though, is because if Steve is out there, I wanted to apologize for stealing your haunted video game story, and also to remind you to feed your damn pets.[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=Conro101;34300982]wait what which one[/QUOTE] -snip- is -snip- there, but who the -snip- cares.

[QUOTE]"Do this, do that" Oh my girlfriend is SOOO bossy! But what do I care? I just sit watchin' TV! Maybe that's why she's bossy? Anyway, once on one day, I came home from work, switched on my laptop. "Hello," said my girlfriend, "Hey," I happily said. She came into my room and controlled my laptop, "What are you doing?" "Oh nothing," she said Downloading... Would you like to save or open Scissors.exe I laughed, "scissors.exe, eh" "Scissors, I know. My friend told me about this though," She said open on the download box and it started loading up. 50 seconds left I was still laughing at how it was called scissors 40 seconds left I then stopped and waited 30 seconds left 20 seconds left 10 seconds left Opening A window opened up, the name of it was 'scissors' My girlfriend clicked on a link, "Whaddya' doin'?" "This is what my friend told me to do, anyway, you enjoy the video, I'll be shopping," she said and then she exited the house. I knew I was safe from viruses, I had my Spiderman poster! But I'm not a kid anymore, I'm not all pretendy. This was my worst experience. The video opened. "Help," a small child girl with long blonde hair said, "Who the hell are you?" The girl was staring at me, frightened, "PLEASE! JUST HELP!" "OH MY GOD!" My girlfriend put a stupid virus on!!! "Just help me, click the---AHHHHh!!!!!" A man in a black tie and white suit was weilding some golden scissors, he was standing behind her. "HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" the girl screamed. The man used the scissors to poke out her eyeballs first. It was the most disgusting sight ever to see. The tall man's face wasn't visible, he wore black leather gloves too. Blood streamed across the girl's face. The man used the scissors to stab into her neck and cut it. The skin and muscles were peeled off and a skeleton skull was left. The man used the scissors to cut her bone so the skull finally snapped off. The evil and tall man walked off and disappeared. I tried closing the laptop, I held the off button but it didn't turn off. I tried turning off the scissors program, but it didn't turn off at all. Lots of videos joined together to form a whole square of videos, of the same man cutting people's heads of with scissors. The people always shouted for help. They always had their eyeballs poked out. It was the living nightmare. I knew I had no sleep for the rest of my life. And you know why? Because its just happened to me... Watch out <insert name here>, and don't download Scissors.exe[/QUOTE] pure beauty

I made an -snip-

[QUOTE]Darn, I used to love Spore. The reason I say "used" is because of what happened. If it weren't for that stupid popup... Only an average 11-year-old, I had nothing to do but play videogames. My friends introduced this new game, Spore, to me and I was instantly hooked. I loved the game so much that I spent days playing each stage, savoring it and sadly clicking the "History" button at the end of each stage and see what adventures await in the next stage. Never take me wrong, I said that I used to love Spore. One day, I was checking for updates on Spore because most online games want you to do that, and it said that I was the "lucky 13,770th visitor!". I thought that I was going to get a prize, so I clicked on it. Suddenly, the Spore website changed a bit. I tried to look for a change, but I thought that my vision was just messing with me, or that the computer screen blinked. (Old computers tend to "blink", where the screen turns black for a few miliseconds.) The website now said that my prize was to test "Spore Beta". I decided that I was a really lucky person and was going to brag at my friends as soon as school started the next morning. When I downloaded the update, it was called "CrazySpore". I thought that the reason it was called "Crazy" was because it would be a "Crazy Good" update. Laughably, when I first started playing this "CrazySpore" something just felt...weird. I just don't know how to describe it. Anyway, I shook the feeling off and started playing it. My world was still saved in there, so I loaded it. However, I didn't notice the computer's camera light on. I was really excited for the update and wasted half of an hour trying to find what was new. After that, I knew something was up. Oddly, now feeling that sensation again caused me to look around for a bit, and noticed my camera light on. I froze, staring at the camera in disbelief. I was thinking, "Was a person watching me this whole time?" Out of the speakers, I heard in a cold, hard voice, "You're gonna die, kid." This strange man that I didn't even know continued to describe ways that he was going to kill me. I was really freaked out and tried to mute the volume. No use. The man told me he had already hacked into my computer, and that he was walking toward my house. Karma was not involved, but I was especially terrified right now, because 1. My parents were out of the house for a few days, and 2. My house is three miles from the nearest police station. By now, I could hear the man running on the concrete about 50 yards from my house. I was terrified, so I grabbed my baseball bat. Eventually, he was walking up my front steps.... Me: Gotta build a barricade. Hey, a desk... HAYAH! Front door's down... Me: Where's my beebee gun? I felt him walking up the steps to the stairs... Me: Hiding position ready... Not trying to open it, he had his hand on the door, twisting it this way and that just to intimidate me... Dastardly, he just stopped. I heard a big *THUMP* and lots of air whoosh out of him. Yelling loudly, I opened the door to discover that this stupid man had stepped on a stuffed animal and slipped. He also just happened to hit his head on a metal pole that was in my house for matinence at the time. I consider myself one of the luckiest people to be alive. Out of subject, My computer is so virus-infected, it won't let me start up. It says "Windows has reached this page in error. Please refresh and try again." Even though there is no refresh button when you jsut start your computer up. A way of refreshing would be to turn off the computer and turn it back on, but there's no use in that. Unagreeably, I'm in prison for "murdering that defenseless man", even though I didn't do anything. My lawyer claimed that I had pleaded guilty to the murder. I am writing this to you in jail, so I can't tell anything to you, except in code. Here's the code: Read the first letter in every paragraph. Hurry![/QUOTE] "code"

[QUOTE=Conro101;34301048]my point is the fact that a bunch of us are in a group with "creepypasta" in it is suspicious and we should do what we're doing with the meta forum with a official killstate vets group for all our chatting needs[/QUOTE] Just leave the snip to snip it from your snip Also making a separate snipper snip like Snipper Sniputo never hurts And if you don't want to do that you can just snipararily make your snipfile look like it belongs to an snip-riddled 15 year old like I did

[QUOTE]I logged onto Minecraft and went on singleplayer. I wanted to create a new world, so I did. I went on survival, and then loaded. Strange...I spawned in a huge desert, unlike the normal deserts, this went on forever. I saw water in the distance so I went close to it, but it instantly popped away. I looked at the version Minecraft 1.5: Desert Illusions added Notch!! I continued walking through the desert, the sunset came quick though. So I began digging underground and filled up the top of the hole with a peice of Netherrack (which I randomly got when I spawned). I thought something was going on, everything was strange. I mean, how did it become 1.5? How comes its ALL desert? How comes I have netherrack. I looked up on Minecraft again, and then looked down. I kept digging. Huh, in real life I craved for a clock. Weirdly, strangely and coincidentally, a clock appeared in my second box. I thought something was going wrong, I kept digging. I reached bedrock level, but instead of a normal land concealed in bedrock, there was a cave right at the bottom. I wondered what it was so I looked around, a purplish liquid came down like a waterfall, Senoria: It's Nether Juice This was weird, someone talked. I was in Singleplayer. So I turned around and saw nothing, absolutely no-one at all. Senoria: Behind you I turned around, and thats when... GAME OVER RESPAWN DISABLED TITLE SCREEN DISABLED Note by Senoria: Die...[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=Wilford Brimley;34301230]Just leave the group to remove it from your list Also making a separate in-character profile like Neo Kabuto never hurts And if you don't want to do that you can just temporarily make your profile look like it belongs to an aspergers-riddled 15 year old like I did[/QUOTE] I'm probably going to [REDACTED], since my plan to -snip- is in a while. I'll use my -snip- stuff.

not -snipping- suspicious.

Why do I get the feeling that these ideas will die or not be as good as planned?

[QUOTE=fear me;34301328]Why do I get the feeling that these ideas will die or not be as good as planned?[/QUOTE] The Facepunch Curse, probably.

[QUOTE]"Computer Virus 666" was a unknown file found on an old computer on January 7, 2004. It was owned by a dead man, and it was saved on a CD-rom. If you install the file to your computer, then it would show pictures of people being tortured. Then it will show a picture of a demon. The computer will shut itself off, and at night, you will hear screaming, and the next day, you will be dead. Only one person survived when he installed the program. He is actually in an asylum. He says he will kill everyone he meets in horrible ways. Another person survived, but one year later, he was burned alive in an accident, but in the victim's chest, letters where found, saying, "Install it and you die."[/QUOTE] who the fuck comes up with this

[QUOTE=Conro101;34301378]stop -sniping-[/QUOTE] -snip- about it

[QUOTE]I had been single for a while, and I was sick and tired of it. Being 32 and single is no laughing matter; the traumatic experiences of watching your friends get married, have children, and attain the American dream are akin to the hopeless depression of the schizophrenic mental patient. I wanted a wife, I wanted kids, I wanted a steady job. I was tired of working at burger king and living alone in a studio apartment, and I was almost certain I memorized ninety percent of porn stars on the internet by name. Disgusted by the company of my left hand, I decided to go out to one of those speed dating events. I picked out my best garb and walked out the door. Keep in mind, I worked at burger king, so the best clothes I could afford were some mediocre dress shirts and tattered khaki pants I bought at WalMart during a clearance event. I walked into the event, trying to display the shred of confidence I had left. I was instantly discouraged when I saw all the other competing males and their Armani suits, high class whiskey in hand, and auras reeking of nothing but pure self esteem and conceit. The ladies there were dressed in fine dresses, some of them quite low cut, and smelled like a flower garden designed by Martha Stuart herself. There were some serious lookers in there, and I swear my pants shrunk a couple sizes at the sight of some of these dresses. The speed dating started. The first girl I sat down with was quite young; a 22 year old mother of three. She had made a lot of mistakes in her life, and seemed far more than I could handle. Right off the bat she told me about how she was four days sober from methamphetamine and was looking to settle down with a nice man who didn't look like a walrus. I spent the next four minutes making general small talk, quite literally fearing for my life. Once that buzzer sounded, I rocketed out of my chair with the speed of a gazelle. The young woman seemed offended but, honestly, what did she expect? The next woman was way too old for me. I had thought that these events were age regulated and had different meetings for people in different stages of life. I'm no pervert, but the whole idea of taking her shirt off and seeing two runny eggs nailed to the wall did not appease me. My decision was finalized as soon as she brought up her grandkids; I can hardly handle one generation of young ones, much less two. I actually asked her if she needed help getting out of her chair after the buzzer sounded... Again, another dark look. I was batting 0 for 2, but such pitches were ones that I would gladly let the catcher have. The next woman seemed much more appealing. She was 26 and studying to be a nurse at a local hospital. She loved kids but had none of her own, which was a relief to me. She seemed well kept and stable, and wasn't a bad looker either. No lie, my eyes did wander a bit south a couple times during the meeting. She either didn't notice or didn't care, as she never pointed it out. I asked her if she'd like my number as the session ended, and she consented. I flipped open my phone and entered her number as she read it out. Smiling at her and thanking her for her listening ear (no wonder I had been single for so long...) , I got up to the next table. While doing so, I closed my phone on accident and realized that I never saved her number, so it was lost forever. For the love of... 0 for 3. The next table was empty. What a joke. If I wanted to sit and stare at a wall, I would have stayed home. Nothing really to say here. Moving on. This is where the story begins getting dark. The woman I met at the next table was the most interesting of all, but not in a bad way. She had long, flowing dark hair and green eyes. She had this cute smile and man, what a tight body on this one. Black dress, black shoes, black everything. For someone dressed in such a gothic manner, she had such a bubbly personality. Everything I said made her giggle, and I felt like a king just talking to this girl. She was 27 and currently unemployed. She was married to a husband before, but he had left her after their two children died of leukemia. She told me that the cancer was entwined with her lineage, dating back as far as the eighteenth century; therefore, in numerous fits of emotional rage, her ex husband blamed her for giving the children cancer and left. Too pained by the loss of her entire family, she moved to the city a few weeks ago and was living on unemployment, unable to continue working at her job due to the crippling depression and panic she suffered as a result of her abandonment. Despite the torment in her life, she never seemed depressed about it. Either she was incredibly optimistic about life or she was one of the best actors I had ever seen; either way, I was willing to take a shot. I asked her if she'd like my number. It turned out that she had some bad meetings at this particular convention herself, and wanted to take off to do something more fun. She tossed me an invite and, seeing as I was a lonely 32 year old man, she didn't have to ask twice. I never understood what she saw in me over all the other guys. I was beaten and broken with no aspirations to better my current situation. Maybe she understood how I felt, considering all the pain she felt herself, and decided to get to know who I really was under this cocoon of emotionless insecurity. I sensed a thread of compassion intertwined between all that stress and trauma, willing to lend an ear to anyone that felt the same pain as her. I was truly transfixed by her presence, drawn to her character. I had never felt like this before. We decided to go to a pool hall. Apparently she used to be a regular at another pool hall by her old house, winning local tournaments and making a name for herself, and she wanted to check out the scenery here. I wasn't too shabby at the table game myself, so I was excited. Every shot she made was perfect; the balls just sank into the pockets like each pocket was a black hole just waiting for something to trespass into its field. Out of the seventeen games we played, I think I made around 23 shots. She just kept running the table. It was funny, because she kept apologizing for being so good. I waived the apology and complimented her on her skill, causing her to giggle more. Every time she laughed, I fell harder and harder. And, to be honest, I was always excited when the cue ball landed on my side of the table. You know, cause she bent over to take her shots, as many pros do. Heh. We left after that. She said she had to get home as she had some errands to run, being new in the neighborhood and all. I agreed, since I had a facebook application that I had to update (obviously I didn't give her that reason. Jesus, what the hell is wrong with me? Passing up an amazing girl for facebook? Egh...), so we exchanged numbers and parted ways. I couldn't believe it, I had actually scored a beautiful woman. Hell yeah. Weeks and months passed on. We continued to talk and eventually began regularly dating. The relationship moved pretty quickly and it seemed we were truly matched for each other. After about seven months of dating, I asked her to marry me. I popped the question on the seventeenth, as that's how many games we played on our first date. She found that so romantic and flew into my arms, screaming yes to the skies. Things were finally looking up. I moved out of my shitbox apartment and into her home. I always admired the cozy feel of her two bedroom ranch house. Something perfect to start a family in. As I was moving my final things in, I noticed how much of a mess I was making, with my boxes of stuff and all. I apologized and motioned to the basement to finish moving my things. Her face instantly darted to mine. In a hurried and almost frantic voice, she assured me that she'd take care of the rest of my things and that I should relax. It was a bit odd, sure, but she had been through so much excruciating sadness throughout her life that her having a psychiatric illness is something I expected. I complied to her request. The next few months were great. We never got tired of each other, and, on our wedding day, the kiss we shared on that alter was so special that I firmly believe angels surrounded us and serenaded us with harps and trumpets as our lips connected and sparked so brightly that the entire room was illuminated. I'll leave out the details of the honeymoon as this is not a pornographic piece. She was always leery of me approaching the basement, sometimes to the point of arguing with me about it, but, aside from that, I didn't see any fault in her. Until everything I knew about life was shattered. One day, she told me she was going to the grocery store. I noted that I wanted some ground beef in order to make hamburgers for dinner. She smiled at me with that cute, adorable smile I have grown to know and love and headed out. After climbing Burger King's corporate ladder, I had finally attained the position of regional financial manager for the entire state. I was working on some budget information, assessing the costs of all the franchises across the state. It was a long and arduous process, but I was getting just above six figures for it, so I wasn't complaining. After each report was fully completed and evaluated, I moved the files to a USB drive so I could upload them to a computer for a corporate meeting the next day. To my horror, with only three reports left to finish, the computer crashed. If I didn't finish these reports, I would surely lose my job. I called my wife, asking her if she had another computer or something I could use, but she didn't answer. I rummaged through the house to find something to finish these reports with to no avail. Desperate times called for desperate measures, so I took the daring risk of approaching the basement. The handle was unusually cold and the door was locked. Frustrated and defeated, I slumped to the couch in a depression. That is, until I realized that there was a specific flower pot that my wife always guarded with her life. On a hunch, I went to it and found the key at the bottom of the pot, under the dirt. As soon as I opened the door, a rancid and tangible odor attacked me like a falling wall from a decrepit building. The entire basement looked as if it was wasting away; a clear contrast to the rest of the house. The heavy layers of dust upon every surface suggested that the basement hadn't been accessed in years. Using my cell phone as a flashlight, I guided myself down the stairs and flicked a light switch. Surprisingly, the bulb still worked. The walls looked molded, the wood was breaking down, the stench was putrid, and the entire place was in disarray. I encountered a strong sense of dysphoria after setting foot in the room, so I quickly searched for some old computer with the intent of running upstairs as quickly as possible. To my luck and astonishment, there was an old laptop and charger in the corner, hidden under some boxes and books. Oddly enough, one of the boxes was one in which she brought down after I had first moved in. I had not seen some of this stuff in a long time... Ignoring the nostalgia, I seized the computer and charger and raced up to the master bedroom. After giving the laptop a few minutes of power, I booted it up. It ran on windows XP and was quite the technological dinosaur compared to modern equipment, but it had Microsoft Office so it was acceptable. As soon as windows finished booting up, a system message appeared on the screen notifying me that new sources had been added to the tagged video cache, and if I'd like to check it. I had never seen a system message like this before. I know that snooping is generally taboo, but curiosity overcame me. I was taken to a hidden file that required a password to access it. Rolling my eyes, I moved my cursor to X out of the program when suddenly, something typed the password in for me. A bit frightened at this point, I was sucked into the screen. There were four videos, entitled HIM.avi, ONE.avi, TWO.avi, and WHY.avi. All four thumbnails were pure black. Curious, I clicked on the file entitled HIM.avi. I should have never done that. The video was extremely shaky and grainy. I could barely make out the figure of a man tied to a chair with some sort of a metallic rope. A woman, moving as if she was floating on air, not moving a single bone in her body but yet being able to slowly hover around the room, came into the picture. To my horror, she brought out a knife and started slowly cutting the man. The man screamed in brutal pain as the woman slowly cut him to pieces. Blood poured from his mouth and all his lacerations as the woman dug the knife in deeper. His clothing was slowly stripped from his body and, after each article was removed, she used a lighter to set all of the newly exposed hairs on fire. Covered in horrific burns and terrifying cuts, the man had stopped screaming and was now simply bawling. He occasionally screamed out, "WHY?!", for that was all he could muster. Each time he did, the woman stabbed him again. She began laughing as the man began vomiting blood and entrails. She picked up the small solid pieces of the vomit with the knife and slowly licked the knife clean, giggling like a schoolgirl. She then proceeded to gouge the man's left eye out while he was still alive. I couldn't watch anymore, so I closed the video. Shaken and horrified, I clicked on ONE.avi. I had to know what was going on. This time, it was a young boy, about eight years old, bound into the chair. He looked confused and innocent. I shook my head and fell into tears. Such a thing was not about to befall this boy... This video was of the same quality as the last one; however, the background was much brighter. They seemed to be in an abandoned household, falling apart and in ruin. The woman floated over to the boy, much like she did in the last video, and kissed him gently on the cheek. She slowly brought heat lamps (the source of the brightness mentioned before) over to the boy, one by one, until the entire video was white. After a while, the camera was dimmed so that the boy could be seen again. The innocent look once seen in the beginning of the video turned into one of excruciating pain. The heat lamps slowly began burning his clothes and skin. Bubbles and blisters began rapidly forming on his skin as he too screamed in pain. As with the man in the last video, he screamed "WHY?!", and was punished each time by being brutally lashed with a belt studded with pieces of what appeared to be broken glass. The blisters began to boil as the child was roasted alive. Eventually the screaming stopped and the boy fell into seizures. At this point, the same giggling in the last video could be heard again, this time even louder. She then took a knife and carved "I AM A FUCKING FAGGOT" into the child's melting torso as he screamed. Eventually, the boy stopped moving. I closed out at that point. I needed to see the next one. I had to witness this. This had to be stopped. With such a determination, I clicked on TWO.avi. This time, there was no one strapped to the chair; instead, an infant car seat was in the chair with what seemed to be a newborn infant tightly strapped inside. Like the previous videos, a woman floated over to the child. She rubbed it's head and briefly went off camera. She came back with a syringe and violently stuck it into the child's body, injecting a blue liquid into the child. Unique to the collection, the video began fast forwarding. At first, the infant seemed normal, happy, smiling, and carefree. As the fast forwarding progressed, the child grew more and more uncomfortable. It started coughing and wheezing. It began puking up a white liquid and began crying, almost as if it too was saying "WHY?!". A dark bottle was briefly placed in front of the camera, and the words TASTY JUICE were written upon it. The bottle was turned over to reveal its contents; a blue liquid that sizzled when it reached the ground. Bloodcurdling screams erupted from the baby as it fell into more of an unstable condition. As the shrieking child grew closer to death, the same giggling in the previous videos presented itself, but, this time, it was far louder than before. Determined to make it to the end, I fixated my eyes upon the screen despite how much they were tugging at me to look away. The woman was screaming in laughter louder than the baby was at this point. She floated over to the child again, unstrapped it, grabbed it by the legs, and, to my utter shock, swung it head first as hard as she could at the wall. The child's head exploded upon impact, leaving cranial viscera and fluids draped all over the wall. The video then went black. Shaking, I forced myself to click on WHY.avi. Before the video played, I noticed that this file was modified within the last hour. Almost blinded by fear, I swallowed my apprehension and opened my eyes. This time, there was just the woman. No other person was present. She was facing away from the camera and was speaking in a demonic tone. I can't recall exactly, but here's a paraphrased transcript of what she said. Hello. Clearly by now you know that I'm not the person you thought I was. I'm a sick and twisted woman. I love this. It makes me so happy to see somebody die, especially at my hand. I know you're watching this, and I know you're terrified. The ghosts of those I have killed are swarming around you right now, telling you to pull away from the screen, to save yourself. Yet you still sit there and watch, waiting for some happy ending or reasonable explanation as to the events you have just witnessed. There are no special effects here; what you saw was real. I love watching this footage, even so much as to pleasure myself to it, but I had to hide it. You couldn't know. Your lonely piece of shit brain would tell you to turn me in. You were so desperate for love... You fell in love with a serial killer. The woman turned around instantly and I recognized the face of my wife. I couldn't even feel emotion at this point. I didn't know what to think. My memory had fallen to pieces. I didn't know where I was, or who I had been, or what I was about to go through. Everything in my life died as I saw the once happy and bubbly eyes that I once saw in my wife become vapid and emotionless. A smile crept across her face, one that makes me quiver in malaise upon the slightest thought of it. This wasn't possession. This wasn't mental illness. This was just... Evil. So evil. The video continued. It's quite a shame. I really loved you. We had this passion. Hehehe. Remember the giggle? I made you fall in love with me. I tricked you. I lied to you. And, wanna know the best part? I knew you would find out. I couldn't keep the secret forever. Eventually you'd find the key to the basement, eventually the stench would become too strong, eventually the decaying foundation would begin to topple the house, and eventually you'd finally realize that my children never had leukemia and that my husband never left... I killed them. And, they're closer than you think. Why do you think the basement smells so bad? You'd be surprised how easy it is to cement human remains into the floor. You stepped on my dead children and husband. Feel proud of yourself? I... I know you're watching this. I just made this video. I know what you've done. I began shaking my head, fearing what I knew I was about to hear. A cold sweat crept upon me as I suddenly felt two eyes bore into the back of my head. I was paralyzed. Those noises you're hearing aren't the pipes. Turn around. I slowly turned and froze as I met the psychotic eyes of my wife. She began to giggle. I don't know what happened after that. I've been told by witnesses that two Jehova's witnesses stopped by the house in the middle of my attempted murder. Despite her demonic power, they were able to disarm and restrain her. I was told by physicians that I was violated with the sharp end of a screwdriver and that she placed a block of hot ice on my lap. I was tied to a chair, the same one as was used in previous videos, and was videotaped. All the videos are now in police custody, and I refuse to see mine. My wife was given the death penalty. I was present at the execution. Her last words were to tell me that she would never leave me, that she would always know where I was, that she would never give up on my murder, and that she never left a job unfinished. She was sure to tell me that I would see her again, that she'd send another minion to finish the job. She finished by telling me that I would never be safe. Ever. She survived the first three attempts at lethal injection, but died on the fourth. She was smiling, and she giggled like a little schoolgirl right before she died. I have been through extensive therapy, and, years later, I have been able to overcome the horrific trauma I saw and experienced. I still make six figures a year, I have made a good network of friends, and my life has been incredible. I feel accomplished and successful, something I never felt before. I am now confident. So confident, in fact, that I am going on a date tonight with a girl. She's cute too, with this long, dark, flowing hair and vibrant green eyes.[/QUOTE] dating there's your problem

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video game pastas cliches [QUOTE]Haunted cartridge (Copying the original story BEN). Classic childhood game with super-violent content added. The cartridge/label shows obvious signs of tampering. Furbearingbrick 21:58, August 16, 2011 (UTC) Obviously technically impossible stuff, such as games that delete themselves in such a way that you can't recover them, or games with "perfect" copy protection. (Such as Killswitch, which is both.) This includes older games having graphics/sound/visual effects beyond the system's technical limitations. "Hidden" content in popular games (such as Pokémon, that have been gone over with a fine toothed comb a thousand times). Pokemon with abandonment issues. Takeoffs on meme/fad characters (Herobrine, etc.) The game knows my name (even though I never put it in anywhere/the game has no ability for me to change my characters/save files name). An example is Kingdom Hearts: The Other Mix. However this was pulled off rather successfully in The Lion King Sega Game Creepypasta. Song generally regarded as "creepy" plays on repeat or backwards (HI, LAVENDER TOWN THEME!). MothmanVQX 00:43, July 27, 2011 (UTC) Of note is the fact that most video game background music is on repeat ANYWAY. Not being able to turn off/unplug the game console/TV. Assassin's_Creed has a good (bad) example of this one toward the late middle. Rather than doing this in order to explain why you didn't just turn off the game when it started getting creepy, simple human curiosity is a much more sane explanation. On the same note, being unable to turn the volume off/down. Furbearingbrick 21:58, August 16, 2011 (UTC) Violent and disturbing occurances being described as being "hyper realistic". This is especially silly in pastas about games like MW3, which are designed to look as realistic as possible. Furbearingbrick 18:38, December 26, 2011 (UTC) Buying the game from someone at a yard sale; the seller usually having a story behind the game (i.e. "the kid who used to own this game was a very disturbed but brilliant hacker.("BEN") The person who sold you the game is no longer there. Trying to relive some childhood nostalgia. (i.e. Easter Egg-Snow on Mt. Silver, Pokemon Lost Silver, Super Mario 64, Jessica) This applies to Pokemon pastas: Unowns leaving creepy messages to the player. (i.e. Pokemon Lost Silver, Nightmare in Kanto) Another Pokemon pasta cliche: vengeful/jealous Pokemon from a previous generation or save file. It's so predictable now, it's not even funny. Furbearingbrick 14:11, December 13, 2011 (UTC) This mod was PMed to me personally/found it on a skeezy looking site/found on a random disc and ZOMG IT'S SUPAH CREEPY GUIZ. Jvk1166z.esp, for example. Neito 20:30, July 27, 2011 (UTC) The game's talking to me, telling me to go away, turn back or something of that sort. MARIO, even though it's a real hack, is exactly this. Neito 20:33, July 27, 2011 (UTC) Characters begging you (or appearing to beg you) not to go to certain places or do certain things, like Elliot in the NiGHTS Into Dreams pasta. Games affecting real life events. Such as, killing someone in a game and the next day your friend has died. Retro Man 404 21:30, December 30, 2011 (UTC) Roblox. That's all there is to say. Dronian 23:32, July 27, 2011 (UTC) Minecraft is getting like this now. Unless you have the sheer skill to pull off a creepy story about Minecraft, without (hopefully) referencing Herobrine, then your pasta may be quite tasty. But if you're planning something Herobrine related, or in the sense that characters have no pupils... save your time and I wouldn't do it. However, some people absolutely love Minecraft and people's takes on it on here. Also, don't make up some stupid backstory if you decide to write about Herobrine. --Retro Man 404 22:56, December 24, 2011 (UTC) Describing a game in such a way as to make it creepy (Play, My Perfect World, Shattered) Neito 05:03, July 28, 2011 (UTC) Random .EXE files appearing on your computer or being sent to you by an 'anonymous sender'. User:Retro Man 404 17:00, October 15, 2011 (GMT +0) When the player refuses to shut down the console/TURNBACK and has real dead/mutilated bodies appear all over the screen. Or it just happens randomly because the ghost is ****ing evil. Downloading obviously suspicious ROMs or Hacks because "you desperately need to play." Opening a ZIP or RAR that has a text file reading "HELP ME" or "I WARNED YOU", but then running the EXE anyway. Games that mess with your computer background or desktop icons. Also applies to pastas about video files. Thinking that certain things were just some "minor glitches" MoMo6 14:52, December 28, 2011 (UTC) Destroying the cartridge/disc/game card in disgust as an explanation for why you can't provide proof of the game's existence; that's just lazy writing. Also applies to DVDs and VHS tapes in Lost Episode pastas. Furbearingbrick 23:07, January 19, 2012 (UTC)[/QUOTE] holy shit yes

[QUOTE=bloboo;34301549]Is it possible for me to join in on this? I got Fraps, decent Sony Vegas 11 skills, Valve multiplayer games, a kiddish voice, and I can act like a 10 year old. I could be the groups punching bag or something.[/QUOTE] Eh, we probably need someone to edit anyways. Can you write particularly well?

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I wouldn't mind getting in on this creepypasta writing business.

[QUOTE]It started out as a normal day, me looking for retro video games. I went to GameStop, like I always do, and I found a copy of one of my favorite games that I loved as a child. It was Wario World, a platformer where you play as Wario and get run around and beat the crap out of enemies. Anyways, I asked the cashier how much he wanted for it, and he told me it was free. I was flattered! A great videogame for free! After I thanked the cashier, I went home and popped Wario World in my Gamecube. However, something was off. The title screen was very disturbing. The walls of Wario's castle were crumbling, and Wario was not on his throne. Instead of the title screen music playing, It played Brawl Doll's battle theme playing very fasted and at a much lower pitch, also in reverse. I was a little scared, and I wanted to turn off the game, but something inside me told me to keep playing. When I pressed start, it didn't take me to the file select screen. Instead, it took me right into the game, and I was in the Courtyard. Wario, not usually scared, had a frightened and depressed look on his face. I went into Excitement Central, the game's first world, and I started on the first level, Greenhorn Forest. When I got to Greenhorn Forest, it wasn't called Greenhorn Forest. Instead it was called: "KILL MARIO" I was surprised at this. Mario wasn't even IN Wario World! However, I kept on playing. Greenhorn Forest was on fire, the enemies were on fire, everything except Wario was on fire. every time I killed an enemy, blood squirted out and pooled all over the ground. The enemies didn't explode in a cartoony explosion when they hit the ground, they just fell on the ground in a crumpled heap. I got to the end and found Mario in the area where Greenfist was. Mario was bloody and weak. He said in a sad, weak voice, "Please, end my suffering..." I punched Mario and he fell on the ground, dazed. I picked him up and used a Mad Move on him. "Do it again, Wario..." I did it again. "O...n...c...e...more...Wario..." Finally, I killed him, and instead of spitting coins out of his mouth like when you beat Greenfist, Wario stood in front of him and blood splattered all over his face. I vomitted in my lap. I couldn't take it any more. I reached to turn off the game, but Wario spun around and looked directly into my eyes. I was terrified. He spoke and said, "Don't turn off the game, you worth-for-nothing little fool. Let me do it for you." At that instant, my Gamecube turned off. I cried my eyes out. I was so scared. I took the game out of my Gamecube, and smashed it, burned it, and did everything you could to destroy it. I still have nightmares about what I saw. I will never play a Mario game again, due to my past experiences.[/QUOTE]

[QUOTE=Conro101;34302020]hop on in the forums and chat[/QUOTE] I can't tonight since I'm going to sleep for tonight right now, but I will tomorrow night.

Is it possible to disable the automatic subscription? Im getting an email about every post, it's annoying

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What might make this all the more interesting and perhaps more plausable is if we have a third group that is "unrelated" to the kilstate forums and that. This third group would be a Blogger who happened upon the Map and posts links to the Killstate site as a result of his findings. This would add to that whole third person idea that makes some creepypastas all the more creepy. The blogger would be doing research and describing it to the viewer without getting involved himself. Plus having a second unrelated website would add the the pluasability. We could effective go with a double whammy first and third person approach to add several layers of mystery, plausability and fear. I can also make custom noises and sounds for you guys to use, like creepy disembodied and distorted voices. My steam name is thisguy1234 If you want to add me to the steam group. [editline]20th January 2012[/editline] Oh I almost forgot. We should run away from something that's hard to see and just out of eye-shot. A cheap and easy way to do it would be to take a human model and colour it transparent black. The human mind is a powerful tool, it will fill in the blanks we leave out and assuming the reader is already a bit scared, it will assume the worst and go into "FREAK THE FUCK OUT COS SHIT AINT RIGHT" mode. We can play on this to achieve much more interesting levels of fear and tension. [editline]20th January 2012[/editline] and finally, because I was bored. [media]http://soundcloud.com/user139969/test[/media]

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[QUOTE=thisguy123;34304806]and finally, because I was bored. [media]http://soundcloud.com/user139969/test[/media][/QUOTE] That was unsettling.

Or you could stick to MARIO creepypasta (google it) ideas. I liked the way how it was handled (especially the image thing).

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