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

[QUOTE=Cone;34328093]Creepypasta on Happy Wheels. It's got vaguely sinister overtones to begin with.[/QUOTE] Consider it done.

[QUOTE=Framperton;34331746]So whens the good part happen. When do you think you'll get past all the playacting and bullshitting around creating a believable back story? Because if you need an actual map for whatever it is you're planning, I'M YOUR MAN. Or if it takes longer I could at least design one for you.[/QUOTE] The general plan is to write the script at that point. Only like four people will actually talk, the rest will be in team-chat so we don't get any people with girlish voices screaming into the mic and fucking up the atmosphere. We'll be playing a map and releasing bits of us playing it and sticking to the script. The basic idea is to make it like a Let's Play of a really freaky game.

[QUOTE=Cone;34331958]The general plan is to write the script at that point. Only like four people will actually talk, the rest will be in team-chat so we don't get any people with girlish voices screaming into the mic and fucking up the atmosphere. We'll be playing a map and releasing bits of us playing it and sticking to the script. The basic idea is to make it like a Let's Play of a really freaky game.[/QUOTE] So there will be more than four playing at once? What do you mean by others ending up in team chat? So you guys would want a level in a sort of linear single player format, or just an open ended world to walk around in?

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This is cool and all, but could we get some already written creepypastas in the thread?

And here it is. [quote] It all started in high school. I don’t mean preppy public school, I went to an alternative school. We had breaks every hour or so to use the computers, most of the time to play simple flash games. For fifteen minutes, three times a day, we were getting bored of simple games. That’s when we found Happy Wheels. Now, just because it was an alternative school, doesn’t mean we were bad kids, or at least all of us. There are just a few ‘bad apples’ if you will. The socially awkward kids who say the worst things at the best time, they could ruin anything. One of them became quite an avid player of Happy Wheels, designing gruesome torture tracks. I mean, don’t get me wrong, everyone loves a little gore, a little violence if you will in their lives. But this kid just took it to new levels. None of them were even playable, you just died no matter what you do, often before you can even move. My friends and I couldn’t resist mocking the kid, we called him names like it was going out of style. I don’t know why we did it, but he never seemed affected by it. At least, at first. Two weeks later, everyone in the school was playing the game on their breaks, it was became a school wide ‘phenomenon’ if you will. We had promised to keep the creepy kid’s levels a secret; we didn’t want him to murder the whole school…Heh…Keeping a secret in high school is like trying to keep an elephant in your bedroom, pretty soon all hell broke loose. Everyone laughed at him. They made him an outcast, we made him an outcast. I felt bad more than anything, but I wasn’t sure why. It was pity, I’m sure…not…envy…A concerned parent found the link to the game in her child’s email, and instantly brought the issue to the school, threatening to sue and whatnot. Total bitch. She’d be perfect…Well, the school took action, blocking the game on all of the student computers. Everyone was pissed, but it wasn’t long until some new fad caught on later that day. At least, taking something like that seriously is nuts, crazy even. Well, crazy happened. The following two weeks, the creepy kid didn’t show. We joked around that it was Happy Wheels withdrawl syndrome, what a silly idea. Sure it was addicting, but it got old. I was working on a project with a friend for the last few minutes of the day when I got a phonecall. Restricted number, maybe it’s the job offer I’ve been waiting for, I went to the bathroom to answer it. On the phone was a voice I recognized, the creepy kid had my number somehow, but instead of hanging up or grilling him about how he got my number, the same sense of pity controlled me. I felt terrible, and I wanted to help out. He wanted me to come over after school to help him work on a new level. He said it would be his greatest level yet, I’ll believe it when I see it I thought, but it’s better than homework. I drove to the address he gave me, he lived in the country, so I wondered if he could even play on his connection? Oh well, probably satellite internet or something. I arrived at an old blue house, the windows of which were all broken through. The door was hanging on just the bottom hinge, and it scraped the ground quite harshly upon movement. He was sitting in the kitchen. He got up, made bleak, even sarcastic greetings, and directed me outside. “Where are we going? I thought you wanted to play Happy Wheels?” “We are, it’s in the shed” We were halfway to the door when something hit me. Something big enough to make anyone black out. The next thing I knew I was tied up and gagged. I had trouble with my vision upon becoming conscious, but I soon came to terms with my surroundings. His new level was in his shed, and he had tricked at least five other people to be his test ‘character’. Underneath me was a bike, my feet were taped to the pedals, and the brakes were completely disconnected. There was also something heavy on my back…The other contestants were on assorted vehicles from the game, two of them were the moped couple, one was the grocery lady, and the other one…The last one was that cunt, the bitch who took Happy Wheels down. For a single moment, I laughed inside, she’s getting what’s coming to her. Reality soon slapped me in the face when I saw the moped couple start moving. The vehicles were on a track system, and couldn’t be controlled. Pretty classic for his levels I suppose. The gained velocity down a sharp slope, heading at great speed towards a jump at the end of the rail. Ten feet from that a tall, solid wall blanketed in rusty spikes. I tried not to watch, but if I was dead anyways, what does it matter if I lose my sanity. The grocery lady, my preferred character in the game, began moving next, she screamed muffled cries of terror as she began moving towards a long pit. The track just ended there, but the lady didn’t stop. At great speed her face smashed into the wall of the pit, her scream soon became a whimper as she fell to her death. Such a pitiful way to die…The bitch went next thankfully, and even though the situation was horrible, I couldn’t help but grin. She got was she deserved, maybe they all got what they deserved. What I deserve. The bike jittered as it began riding the slope. This track looked like it went straight into a wall. That’s when I noticed something moving on my back. Crying… Halfway down the track, the bike shuttered profusely as a giant spring-paddle ejected the bike skyward. In that half-second, nothing flashed, I recall everything. The loud crying noise coming from the…child…stopped. A harpoon jutted through from the backseat, impaling both myself and the passenger, which continued until it stuck itself in the wall of the shed. I was still alive, hanging by metal rod in my chest, all feelings of pain numbed by adrenaline and shock. A gunshot, that’s the last thing I heard. One loud shot rang through the metal shed. In my last moment, I didn’t feel pity for the kid, nor did I feel hatred. I felt envy, it really was the greatest level ever… [/quote]

I could have hosted a hl2dm server, but then I realize I no longer have an acct for the service anymore and my friend hates me so he doesn't give me discounted to free servers.

[quote]I booted up skyrim. I had a level 27 (and a half!) full melee wood elf. Unorthodox, I know. I was at Riften, in the cistern. I had just finished a Thieves Guild quest, involving burglary. I was the hamburgalar. I checked my skills to see if I had been poisoned, because the edges of my screen were glowing red. Every skill was [highlight]RED[/highlight]. I started to have convulsions. I died. Suddenly the fair maiden was jumping at me trying to sex me up like one of those dogs you see in your cousin's house. She had a nice belly button, lots of lint. I started sucking her belly button; I then started to put my head in it. I could see her stomach and it was great. I shoved my rock hard cock in her anus while my head was in her center of gravity. Suddenly, the bible breaker beezlebub started to cry out [highlight]I'M IN YOUR SOUL[/highlight]. I know this may sound weird, but I kind of liked it. I mean, you don't usually like it when Beezlebub himself starts talking to you, but I just started to have peanut butter orgasms at the sound of his voice. As soon as never, I had known forever I was quite the master of cunnilingus. I was now controlling the fair maiden. I shat myself out of myself, and went on with my journey. Somewhere in the distance, a cry was heard. Maybe it was an old yokel screaming out because her larynx is being ripped out by a professional asshole. Who the FUCK rips someone's larynx out? This isn't mortal kombat dickwad. I got on my horse, but I noticed that the horse's penis was sticking out of its back. It went inside me. I was having unintentional sex with my horse. I shot my horse with my eye laser beams, and I went to Riverwood. On the way, I sucked a bears armpit and earned the power of the uterus man. He was quite the lingerer, sounding fished at the sea of life and not knowing what's coming next brought the next moment all the more pleasure as I was stepping on the rocks of the horizon on my way to the gates of the abominable, hyperexistent flowers of your virginity. Jews everywhere stopped and took a survey because you and me both knew that when it was over, it wasn't over, because nothing is ever over in the sense that's it's really finished; when you get right down to it, jack and jill never REALLY went up the hill, little red riding hood never REALLY went to her grandma's house, because motion is but an illusion, and the masturbatory and predatory overarcheries of your existence depend on whether or not the sea is down to hell or heaven, as long as umbrellas float on the clouds of leaves. End of part 2. [/quote]

Taking requests for stories if anyone's as bored as I am.

[QUOTE=tarkata14;34337356]Taking requests for stories if anyone's as bored as I am.[/QUOTE] Fallout New Vegas creepypasta.

Creepypasta of Darwinia.

[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]

Me and a friend were musing on how empty MMO servers are really creepy. Like, there's this huge open world that is built around, designed for, and reliant on the presence of lots of people, just standing derelict. NPCs offering quests that will never be finished, raid bosses that will stand forever undefeated, PVP zones that will never see bloodshed again. Kinda like being in a school or college after-hours: it's not so much the fact that people were once there, as it is the people who [i]should[/i] be there that's unsettling. Empty servers for smaller-scale multiplayer games feel similar, but in those cases you'd always know if another player has joined, since the levels are so small it'd be hard to miss them. But in an MMO, you could trek to the ends of the world and never see that one other person. Hell, you could even mistake them for an NPC in the right circumstances. There's a nugget of inspiration in there somewhere. Maybe a guy finds the IP address of a private World of Warcraft server that appears to be empty. Or maybe someone finds a copy of some old Asian MMO and has a look, only to find the servers still running, but devoid of players. [I]Or are they?[/I] Just throwing an idea out there.

[QUOTE=riki2cool;34339095]story[/QUOTE] [img]http://filesmelt.com/dl/creepyjack31.gif[/img] we need more of this

This is absolutely hilarious. [QUOTE]I just listened to the scariest WAV in the world. It began with a possible homosexual male being tortured to talk about a thing that doesn't exist. We never know his name, except for Ben. He tells us how to use this non-existant item. But before that, he welcomes the damned souls to a world where good fights against evil, which takes place all around the world. He says that the world took 9 years to create, as opposed to Jesus's 7 days it took to create the earth. He also exclaims to someone who is entering the world that it has been worth the long time it took to perfect the world. He then goes into describing the item. Ben says that you need to put iron sights on the item and fire at it, which means you would need a firearm with iron sights. To stop the item, you would need to iron sight shoot it again. In rare cases, says Ben, the items will make you faint, and you will be in a out of body experience, which will show you more of the world. He does say that you can stop it by acting like you're firing a gun again. Ben most likely created the items, because he wants to know what you have thought of the items, and how he could improve them. He then tells us his email address in the damned world, which makes fun of his homosexual status, but to him, it's a mondegreen. He then gets executed by the torturers, for telling them he was a spy. It's so disturbing, yet, you can actually hear. Where can you find it, you ask? It's in a commentary node in Team Fortress 2.[/QUOTE]

hahahahaha

[QUOTE=TBot Alpha;34339319]Me and a friend were musing on how empty MMO servers are really creepy. Like, there's this huge open world that is built around, designed for, and reliant on the presence of lots of people, just standing derelict. NPCs offering quests that will never be finished, raid bosses that will stand forever undefeated, PVP zones that will never see bloodshed again. Kinda like being in a school or college after-hours: it's not so much the fact that people were once there, as it is the people who [i]should[/i] be there that's unsettling. Empty servers for smaller-scale multiplayer games feel similar, but in those cases you'd always know if another player has joined, since the levels are so small it'd be hard to miss them. But in an MMO, you could trek to the ends of the world and never see that one other person. Hell, you could even mistake them for an NPC in the right circumstances. There's a nugget of inspiration in there somewhere. Maybe a guy finds the IP address of a private World of Warcraft server that appears to be empty. Or maybe someone finds a copy of some old Asian MMO and has a look, only to find the servers still running, but devoid of players. [I]Or are they?[/I] Just throwing an idea out there.[/QUOTE] I actually had an experience similar to something you said would be a good idea for a creepy pasta...kind of. my friend tried to set up his own private server for folks at school with interesting results.

[QUOTE=WillerinV1.02;34339597]I actually had an experience similar to something you said would be a good idea for a creepy pasta...kind of. my friend tried to set up his own private server for folks at school with interesting results.[/QUOTE] Did an enemy come out of the server and kill him?

[QUOTE=smithy69;34339425]This is absolutely hilarious.[/QUOTE] I guess so; I spent just under a minute muddling it all through, and when I realised what it was, it was worth the wait. Nowadays it's usually G-A-B-E-N, circa Portal 2, but that's still ok.

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Thanks guys I'm a giant baby and I've been sucked into reading the thread for the past 6 hours and I'm sitting in a corner listening to Mr. Blue Sky on repeat (with the closet doors open and all the lights on)

At least it won't show up on google.

If someone does manage to find this thread, it'll be even creepier with all the snips and nobody talking about it.

It's -snip- to be square.

See 221 new posts. "Cool, some content!". -snip-snip-snip-snip-snip-snip-snip-snip-

[QUOTE=Terabytez;34350722]See 221 new posts. "Cool, some content!". -snip-snip-snip-snip-snip-snip-snip-snip-[/QUOTE] -snip-

-sipn- [editline]23rd January 2012[/editline] fuck

[QUOTE=Terabytez;34350722]See 221 new posts. "Cool, some content!". -snip-snip-snip-snip-snip-snip-snip-snip-[/QUOTE] Yeah, why? [sp]-snip-[/sp]

How many snips could a snipper snip if a snipper could snip posts

just change the title to -snip: the book-