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The Forgotten...

calling and answering noise*
Well, hello there, do you remember me?
...
Well since you had forgotten my name like all the rest of them, you don't need to remember it. *sadly laughing* And for me having your contacts, you gave it to me. You know you're the one that showed me this site.
Slit crying*
Oh I'm not crying don't worry, I'm fine trust me.
Silence*
Well I can tell you why I'm named the forgotten for my name ID here. I know it's "so original" but it's the only thing that I could think of.
When I was a younger, I was home-schooled since I was always treated the worst in school because I was different from the others, and after awhile I got into a few internet chat rooms and made friends.
Sure as time went on I lost a few friends and they forgot about me.
But by that time I had around two friends, sadly both of them were in public school, well one of them was in a private school but who's keeping track.
One of them told us about a site where we can hear each other's voices. We signed up and all that right away.
I only talked to those two people, while they talked to a bunch of other people they knew.
So they thought it would be a good idea to add me to one of these groups.
It was fun, I mean I was happy for once since it was a small group with at least five people, funny thing is I hardly even talk to people. So it was rare for me to talk to more than 3 people but oh well.
I slowly gotten used to the people there.
But after a few days they added more and more people.
I gotten scared and afraid of these new people since there was around 15 of them and I knew nothing about them, and I do mean nothing.
I tried to talk but..I was ignored every time. Sure after a few minutes they notice I was there, they would try to get me into a call.
But I didn't want to join I was scared so I didn't answer them. But when I did answer everything would get awkward. When I leave the call it seems they start talking again since a few people would type, maybe they don't want to or just didn't have a mic.
Sure a few people left the group, but then after a few days more would join, and I would keep trying to talk, but the same thing would happen again and again.
I was slowly losing my only friends, they were forgetting me.
I tried to talk to them a few times, and they asked me who I am, so I didn't answer.
I asked everyone in my contacts, which was 23 people because some of the people like to add everyone to their contacts.
Since none of them remembered me or anything about me, it caused my depression to worsen.
I did the next best thing.
I went into my parents bedroom that night, while they were asleep I took my father's sleeping pills.
I took around 15 of those pills, and you already know what happened next.
Crying could be heard*
Now I'm telling you, what YOU did to me!
Call ended*
The forgotten's picture has changed to a familiar face. You've seen that person before, but you just can't recall who it is or anything about them.*
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The Forgotten Minecraft Server

One day, my friend and I decided to start searching for a Minecraft server on the Minecraft Server Listings. Everytime we do something like this I tell my friend a random server I.P. and we join it to see if we can grief. One time I found a servers I.P. and we joined. The spawn had a long grass field with a freshly built town in the middle. My friend and I tried began to grief but some blocks were protected, we could only break the windows and some of the torches. In the end we only destroyed a few corners of the houses, it was like someone just randomly assigned random blocks to be protected, whilst others are not.
Another thing my friend and I found on this server, was a fountain of some sort. Though when we both got close to it, we started losing health. So we decide to get out of the small town and explore. When we exited the town, we learned that the field was flat and limited.
It was also floating above a body of water. We tried greifing a few areas but it had protection as well. The field was ungreifable, but there were holes in the terrain. As we explored more, we found this little mansion. We broke into it, inside there was a trampoline with a cake next to it.
My friend decided to go stand next to them, and suddenly he started geting thrown into the air! Once in awhile he would hit the ground and loose health. There was nothing I could do because if I did go next to him, I would get shoved back. I waited until he died, then we started exploring in the mansion for a bit. I came across a stair case that had the same property that the trampoline had. Meaning when I got there, it would shove me back.
But I managed to sprint to get up the floor. The floor had nothing special in it, so we left the house. We started exploring the terrain and found tons of beta holes, But this was the full version! We explored more and found that the ground would switch drastically in terrain. Which means it would go from flat to mountainous instantly. Like the admin stopped the generating process and converted the map to a new version.
We found a few rivers of lava and obsidian that didn't look like it should mix with a forest biome at all. After 20 minutes of exploring a person joined. He said "Who are you?". My friend and I replied, "Hi.". He then said, "Get out and don't come back.". He banned my friend and before he banned me I said, "Wait! Who are you?"
At that moment I was banned. I tried joining back right away but then it was White-Listed. After a few months my friend and I somehow joined back. When we joined back, the town was mostly destroyed and my friend and I started exploring again. We will update this page if we find anything worth mentioning.
What we found recently:
4/24/12: The body of water under the field has almost been totally drained out.
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The Forgotten Sims

One day, I decided to pick The Sims 3 back up after a long time away from it. Almost all my profiles have cheats enabled so I just chose the first profile, this one of course being the newest profile. Since it had been about a whole half year since I played I decided to reintroduce myself to the game via messing around and buying stuff I didn't need. After I got the hang of it I decided to actually try and play without cheats. So I kept playing the same profile all night and got a job and removed Spoot from my premises and inventory.
Slowly, subtly eerie things began to appear, things like, random dark figures with glowing eyes in the distance at night and paintings moving without me doing it. I passed all of these off as glitches that were just mistextured characters and random glitches where things move, all average things to see in a game. But, as I got along farther things got weirder. I had a kid with my in game wife and he started to go into the back yard and started doing what looked like socializing with the air. Now, don't get me wrong, I instantly thought this weird but thought it was just a rare case of imaginary friends in the game.
So I went along playing more and more things started to seem out of place. My TV literally just started turning off while my family was watching it. And all the while, those same black figures appeared closer and subtly more eminent every night. And all of the same things kept occurring, my son talking to nothing, my TV, the figures. All of these things happening with my free-will meter set to low.
I eventually decided to stop playing for a while and began to play CoD. I eventually stopped because I absolutely suck at the game. So I picked up The Sims 3 again and loaded it up. What I loaded into if I had to guess was not any Sims game. When I started it the title screen had absolutely no happy tune, the only sound, was the rustling of the wind through the leaves and trees.
I loaded up the same game from earlier, but I was almost too scared to. I thought to myself, "This is looking a lot like one of those Creepypastas."
When the loading screen, without music may I add, finished up, I dropped my controller in fear. All my Sims, all of them, lay on the floor of my house, the way they do when they pass out, but there was no Zs above their head and in the center of the living room were the two shadowy figures with their glowing eyes. I then realized that they were my very first family on the Sims, the one profile, forgotten at the bottom of them all. So here is a word of warning to all of you. Make sure you get rid of those profiles you are bored with. Don't forget them, because they never forget the player who abandoned them.
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The Fort

Yesterday I went to a secret fort. I found a blank DVD on the ground. I picked it up and sometime later I put it in my computer. There was a video called MYFORTVIDEO.wmv
It started out with someone showing the same fort I went to. He kept pointing out every single thing to the point it was scary. Then at the end the unthinkable happened. You will just find out what happens when i post the video on youtube!
Oh, I forgot the video put free viruses in my computer! I am so happy this happened! SSBBTSBUSEUgRE9PTSBWSVJVUyANCkhBIEhBIEhBISBpIEhBQ0tFRCBZT1VSIEFSVElDTEUh==
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Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
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Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
The Found Diary

Hi, I'm Tom, and I went down south to London for a holiday.
I told the taxi to drop me off at an antiques shop I saw going past, saying I would walk to the hotel.
I went into the antiques shop. I walked past all the music boxes, 
shelves, cupboards and pictures, and then saw a diary. It looked like it was gold plated, with a fabric spine which was worn out. I looked in it and saw lots of boring entries.
I then saw a page with completely different hand writing.
Husband,
I know our son has been missing for months now, but now it's time to tell the truth.
He stole my jewellery, and sold it to strangers. He then sold my gold, diamond and ruby necklace.
So I killed him. Catch me if you can, because I've run off to somewhere far away.
Bye,
Cathy.
I was horrified and looked on the next page.
It read,
GOODBYE WORLD, in blood.
I was creeped out, and went to the hotel.
I was curious that the owner of the hotel called it the Micheal, so I began talking to her.
She said that she named it after her husband, and didn't know where he went.
I asked if he had a son. She said "Yeah, that little dick. I used to have a son, but, nevermind."
I asked her what her name was.
Cathy.
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The Freddy Got Fingered Theory

The reason as to why Gord acts like this is mostly because his parents didn't discipline him when he was a child. That's why he gets away with swinging an unborn baby still attached to the umbilical cord, or cutting open a dear carcass and wearing it. If you've seen the film, then you might know Gord gets a Lebaron (a fancy car) near the beginning of the movie.
Well, His parents were actually gonna give the Lebaron to Freddy instead. Because they actually loved him more than they loved Gord, and Gord's mother never actually liked him in the first place. However, due to Gord threatening to kill his parents, he got the car instead. Nowadays, His dad constantly worries about him returning home and his mother worries about Freddy's health. As he was forced to spend most of his life in a nursing home, and he's probably still in the nursing home today.
Other than the heinous acts shown in the movie, Gord has done some very awful things off-camera as well. A few years ago, he was caught gutting his uncle alive. Which resulted in him getting a life-time prison sentence without parole. During the court proceeding, Freddy was sitting in the back, laughing his ass off as the Judge announced that Gord would be getting a lifetime sentence in Prison. Something inside of Gord snapped! He grabbed the hammer, grabbed the Judge's shirt and threatened to bash her brains out. Because of this, his life in prison would only last about 4 or 5 years. 5 years later, Gord managed to escape prison without anyone seeing. And he immediately went back to his house, which was in Orlando.
You could say that Gord was dreaming this whole time and never actually became an animator. He spent his whole life drawing cartoons in his Parents' basement. His cartoons got progressively more graphic, and his parents had to put an end to it. They threw the spare paper out of the window. Much to Gord's dismay, he wasn't able to draw his crude cartoons anymore. So he moved onto other things, such as bullying the Neighbour's Kid and physically abusing his father. The moment he turned 31, his parents kicked him out of their house because they didn't know how to cope with his behaviour.
After that, Gord was arrested for Domestic Violence and Child Abuse. And then on, he was finally living his new life in prison. His prison mates beat him and call him names. Gord just sits there, in his dim prison cell, waiting for the day he dies.
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The French Fry Curse

Have you ever ordered fries from a guy in a van? If so, those fries might not be what you initially expected. It all started when I was on a road trip with my friend. We were driving around, in the middle of nowhere, both very hungry. We drove by a man in a white van, with the words FRENCH FRIES $1.00 painted on the side. We both ordered fries from the strange man, and as soon as we started eating them, we became very dizzy, and eventually passed out. I awoke in thee back of the van, with my friend nowhere in sight. I was shocked to discover that all of my fingers had been cut off. I immediately screamed, and looked around, the creepy man who sold me fries standing over me. He told me that he had cut my fingers off and is cooking them. I was all like whaaat and he told me that he has never sold french fries, but has actually been cutting peoples fingers off and passing them as fries. He then pushed me out of the van, and he was never seen again. The scariest part was, that man, was you.
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Category:Shortpasta
The Fresh Corpse of Unsane

Now this is the story all about how
my cunt got flip turned upside down
And I'd like you take a second just sit down in that fiery dicksmothered coffin
And I'll see if I can make it through this fucking poem without coughing c:
In Creepypasta wiki born and raised
in the graveyard and morgue where I spent most of my days
Getting down, digging, banging corpses all fresh
livin' the life till mah cunt turns to mesh ._.
When a couple of admins were up to no good
Started makin' trouble in the neighborhood
I got in one little fuckfest and Cheese Lord got scared
he said "You're bein' banned to a land where you're outta my hair" .-.
I begged and I sucked his dick day after day
but he packed my fuckcase and sent me on my way (._.)
He kicked me in the ass and gave me my ban certificate
I put my (._.) face to rest and said "I might as well kick it"
Morgue class, yo this is mad
Screwing cadavers made out of broken glass
Is this what the fuckers in the Land of the Banned are livin' like?
Oh, this might be alright
Couple o' months later, I'm still in the bag
when suddenly I get some fucking mail that my shitty ban certificate's gone and I'm like "whoa that's rad"
So I go 'head and I change my name to Necrosanity
back to CP wiki to spread my fucked insanity!
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Category:Satire
Category:Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air
Category:Morons Attempting Poetry
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The Fresh Jeff of Killer

I think I have an obsession with The Fresh Prince of Bel Air's theme-song. I already wrote about two or three parodies or whatever you call them of it. The most recent one I wrote, however, is one I like to call "The Fresh Jeff of Killer". It's about, you guessed it, Jeff the Killer. I couldn't post it as an article, so I thought I should post it here.
Ladies and gentlemen, the lyrics for The Fresh Jeff of Killer...
Now this is a story,
All about how my life got flipped-turned upside-down,
And I'd like to take a minute,
Just sit right there,
I'll you all about why I kill people and don't care.
In some unknown town I was born and raised,
Somewhere is where I spent most of my days,
Chillin' out, maxin', relaxin' all cool.
Doing something else outside of school.
When a couple of guys,
Who were up to no good,
Started making trouble in my neighborhood.
I got in one little fight and got burned up bad,
My brother said "Man, you look so bad."
I whistled for a cab and when it came near,
The license plate said "DEATH" and had knives in the mirror,
If anything I could say "That cab is rare,"
But I thought Man, forget it, "I'm gonna kill you and I don't care."
I pulled up to the house around 7 or 8,
I yelled to the dead cabbie "Yo homes, smell ya later,"
I looked at the house,
I was finally there,
To kill someone else and really not care.
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The Fresh Queen of Mahjong

Now this is a story all about how,
my life got flip-turned upside down
and I'd like you to take a minute and just rip that bong,
I'll tell you all about how I became the queen of mahjong!
In west Nagano, born and raised
at the mahjong table where I spent most of my days
Chillin' out, maxin' and playin' all cool
And all shootin' some tiles outside of mah school
When a couple a' teams were up to no good,
Started makin' trouble in the neighborhood
I played in one little game and my uncle got spooked,
he said "you're movin' with your cousin to a prefecture outside this hood"
I begged and I pleaded with him day after day
but he packed my suitcase and sent me on my way
He gave me a kiss and then he gave me a ticket
I packed my mahjong tiles up and said "I might as well kick it"
First class, yo this is mad, drinkin' strawberry juice out of a champagne glass
Is this what the rest of Ryuumonbuchi's living like?
Hmmm, this might be alright
My cousin Touka whistled for a cab and when it came near
the license plate said "RYUUMON" and there was dice in the mirror
If anything I could say that this cab cost some dough
But I thought "Nah, forget it, yo homes to Nagano!"
I pulled up to the mansion at about 7 or 8
and I said to the cabbie "yo homes, smell ya later!"
I looked at my kingdom I was finally home,
the queen of Mahjong about to sit on her throne!
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Category:Fresh Prince Of Bel-Air
Category:Morons Attempting Poetry
Category:Blatant Ripoffs
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The Fresh Trevor Philips of San Andreas

Now this is a story all about howMy life got flipped-turned upside-downAnd I'd to take a minute just SIT THE FUCK DOWNI'll tell ya how I became the CEO of a business called Trevor Philips Enterprises.
Somewhere in Canada I was born and raisedWith my mommy WHO WASN'T VERY NICE TO ME was where I spent most of my daysLivin in constant fear and paranoia, slowly losin my mind all fucked upAnd dealin some drugs outside of schoolBut when a couple of guys who were up to no goodStarted makin trouble in my neighborhoodWe got into one little robbery and my mom got scaredShe said, "You're movin into a trailer in San Andreas!"
Trailers in the desertYo this is badassDealin drugs with some crazy-ass rednecksIs this what the people of San Andreas live like?Hm, this might be alright.
I whistled for a cab and when it came nearI shot the driver and stole the cab and the dice in the mirrorIf anything I could say, "This cab will fetch a good price."But I thought Man forget it and drove my ass to the desert.
I pulled up to the trailer at around seven or eightAnd I pushed the cab into the lakeI looked at my kingdomI was finally thereTo deal drugs as the CEO of Trevor Philips Enterprises.
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Category:Shortpasta
The Friend

I was heading back to my room upstairs, with my mac and cheese, while humming the lyrics of the popular song "balls in yo jaw" when the sound of a door creaking happened that resulted in me being scared because I had thought that no one was inside of my room which means that someone was probably inside it that I hadn't anticipated on them being there, but I still walked to my room and opened the half closed door to then hearing the terrifying screams of a male.
"Booo!" said my friend that was downstairs that I had invited over to play some console video games with but it turns out that I hadn't seen him make his way upstairs and him taking this opportunity to set up a clever jump-scare in order to play a practical joke on me and such resulting in a mild jump-scare to which I replied with "AH! You got me, you cheeky bastard!" to which he smiled and proceeded to stab me 28 fucking times in the chest.
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Category:WHAT A TWIST!
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The Frightening Spaghetti

One time, I entered a fine Italian dining establishment to procure and consume the finest spaghetti. After placing my order with the fine young adult member of the waitstaff, I waited the precise forty-five minutes required to properly create the dish of spaghetti. When the spaghetti was delivered to my four-legged eating surface, otherwise known as a table, I was shocked to see that the spaghetti was not topped with tomato sauce, it was topped with cream sauce, quite contrary to what I had desired to consume this evening. After telling the fine young adult member of the waitstaff about their grandiose error, I waited another period of forty-five minutes to obtain the properly prepared coagulated extruded wheat based product, also known as spaghetti. The coagulated extruded wheat based product arrived, and this time it contained hyper-realistic blood. I came to the conclusion that the fine young adult member of the waitstaff was a vampire, as his sharp, white canines protruded into my neck, puncturing the integument surrounding the blood vessels and muscles of my neck. I promptly perished. Shortly after, a humanoid skeletal system appeared.
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Category:EVIL FOOD
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Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Shortpasta