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Purple Blood

If you go in the woods near mile marker 47 on Interstate 99, you should search for the beast. If you manage to kill this beast, you can live forever. I will tell you how. The month needs to be outside the hunting season. Take a military grade flamethrower and go into the woods. Look around until you find the beast. It should look like a giant humanoid squirrel. Hit it with the flamethrower. Take the blood out of it. It should be purple. Bottle the purple blood in a bottle made out of the finest elephant ivory and whale blubber. Drink the purple blood from the bottle. You will now be able to live forever. Many police cars will now be approaching you.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Rituwel
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Beings
Category:Wall of Text
Category:Shortpasta
Purple Chao

Okay, so here's the deal. I was playing Sonic Adventure 2 and I went to Chao Garden to raise a chao for some forgotten reason. Long story short, I accidently kicked the thing.
It was so much fun that I kicked it again. And again and again and threw it into the wall. Then I decided to buy a chao specifically for the purpose of abusing. I got a purple chao egg and tossed it into the wall. When the little purple bastard came into the world I was waiting to kick him. I did that for a long time, just kicking the chao around and throwing him against the wall and into the water to watch him flail around and hoping he'd drown.
I never gave him a name or any small animals to play with or those crystal things to make him stronger. I didn't even bother to feed the damn thing and wouldn't let him sleep. I just kept kicking him and throwing him like a football. When I got bored with the physical abuse I started looking into the psychological torment.
First I waited until he was starving then I gave him food only to snatch it away before he could take a bite. Then I'd give the food to another chao to eat while he sat there watching and crying. Then I'd kick him.
I'd also pet the other chao or hold it and rock it like a baby while he'd watch. Then I'd kick him. Sometimes he'd scream and run away and I'd chase him and kick him into the water and watch him drown.
This continued on until the chao turned 2 (garden time) and went into his egg for the 2nd transformation. I was waiting there to kick him when he emerged but to my surprise the egg was empty.
Now what I want to know is this: Did the chao finally die or did it escape somehow? I can't bear the thought of either really but I have to know.
Category:Not Sure if Troll or Trying to Be Serious
Category:Copypasta
Category:Sonic
Category:YT Readings
Category:Look at me! I'm SO EDGY!
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Old Shit
Putt-Putt's Parents

In the popular children's adventure series, "Putt-Putt", they never mention Putt-Putt's parents. There is a sad tragic backstory behind this! It was a bright summer day when 2 young car lovers went on for a picnic on a mountain or something. The lady car, which I guess is this one, was pregnant and stuff. She told her husband: "You're stupid, I never liked you, and I never wanted to go on your stupid picnic. You're dumb." but She didn't really mean it, she was just having a stressful day. But her husband car didn't know that, so he threw himself off the mountain and blew his head up and was dead. In deep serious regret, the lady car shouted "NOOOOOOOO!" But that didn't help at all,  because he was already dead. Later, she gave birth to their son putt putt (She also did a flip for no reason.) But he reminded her of her dead husband, and all the guilt she had because she said those things and then he died. So he threw him into the garbage.
SOMETHING
SOMETHING
Now he lives in cartown, blissfully ignorant of his tragic past.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:THERY
Category:Look at me! I'm SO EDGY!
Category:Stuff Blowing Up
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:YT Readings
Category:Shortpasta
Category:DIALOGUE!
Putting .exe in my story makes it scury.exe

One quite day, I was playing video games. I was playing sonic.exe because the game is very fun!!!!!!!! I heard a knock on the door. I looked to see who it was. No one was there except for a cartridge that said sonic the hedgehog. I was a big sonic.exe fan, too bad there was no other sonic games. Maybe one of my friends... oh wait i have no friends (forever alone i am) anyway I grabbed the cartridge. I noticed I needed a Sega genesis. I was wondering Da Fuqs a Sega genesis. I searched on internet to find out were i could get this game console. I went to the pawn shop. I was told $100 for it. Da fuq! Luckily i got it for free because I fuqed the hot pawn shop girl.
T H E G A M E A L R E A D Y ! ! ! !
I started the game. It showed sonic show up just like the original sonic.exe, except it didn't show the screen change. Sega still said Sega, Sonic looked different. DA FUQ!!!! Anyway I pressed start. It said green hill zone and for some reason i was sonic. The music was playing a happy tone. I jumped on a robot hoping for some blood. Nothing just a animal jumping away. Strange, i thought sonic would eat the animals. This was so fucking "SCARY"
I decided to RAGE QUIT! I sold the game and the Sega to the pawn shop. They said i couldn't give it back. I fuqed the girl and her beatiful mother and got $110. I went home happy to return to the original sonic.exe. I started to play it, but then it said Sonic.exe.exe is not working. FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And then a skeleton popped out and i got died.
Written in the bottom of rejected creepy pasta's.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Vidya games
Category:Im died
Category:And then a skeleton popped out
Category:English Class Failure
Category:The Title Is A Lie
Category:Overused Running Gag
Category:Shortpasta
Puzzle Box

My grandfather recently went on holiday to China. He and I had a good relationship, ever since my Dad died when I was a young age.
I was happy for him, because the depression of the UK was getting to him and he deserved a break. I asked him to bring me back something—anything.
I'm something of a geek, so when my grandfather returned, he gave me a Chinese puzzle box.
Asking about it, he said he picked it up at a market stall, the man who served him was short and balding and wearing tweed, but didn't enquire about it further.
When I received it, I curiously slid and locked parts into place and to my excitement, it opened.
Slip upon slip of paper poured out of it, most newspaper reports, graphically detailing murders—mostly carried out in a remote area and using methods such as burying alive or hanging, but a troubling similarity was that they were all young women in their 20s.
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:That just raises more questions!
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
Pyukumuku Robs A McDonalds

Ever since the Alola region was discovered, Pyukumuku has been my favorite Pokemon. Until now. Now, I realize that Pyukumuku is heartless and evil, despite its cute appearance. This realization came to me after one harrowing day at a nearby McDonald's. Now, you may be quoting The Avengers right now. Why? Well, you're probably saying "What the hell happened here?". It's that simple. Now, I will tell you about the time a Pyukumuku robbed a nearby McDonald's.
I used to go to that McDonald's every day because my friend Brewster worked there. Every morning, I would visit Brewster and we would talk. Then some bitchy Karen would yell at us and threaten to call the manager. That's not important, but I feel like it was, so there's that. Anyway, the day started like any other day. I was at one of the tables, talking to Brewster. Squidward, one of Brewster's co-workers, was working at the cash register. Rudy, another one of my friends, was ordering his food. Some celebrities were at this McDonald's, mainly pastatubers, discussing creepypastas. BTS was blaring on the radio, hurting everyone's ears. Then, it happened.
A Pyukumuku bounced into the facility. It was gripping a gun with its intestines. However, we were all dumbasses and assumed it was a toy until Pyukumuku babbled some nonsense in its Pokemon language an 360 no-scoped Squidward. We watched, horrified, as it grabbed a paper bag and shoved money from the cash register in it. It babbled some more when it noticed the name tag on Brewster, who was shot shortly afterwards. I will never forget the hyper realistic blood that shot out of his forehead before he completely exploded. Of course, there was hyper realistic blood everywhere, and that is a pain in the ass to get out of your clothes. I swear to The Almighty Shadow Reader that Brewster has more blood than a stereotypical lost episode creepypasta and an anime character combined. I blacked out after that.
When I woke up, my clothes were still bloody. The only bodies that were on the floor were Squidward's and Brewster's. I assumed that everyone else had fled. I read some words written in the overused blood on the wall.
"You ain't gonna say shit to the cops."
I went home, washed my clothes, and tore down all my Pyukumuku merch. I couldn't see what was once a baby the same way again.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Pokemon
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Hyper-realistic
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Q*BeRt

one day in the cold winter i ordered a cartridge off amozon of q bert it came in a day later it started out normal intill i herd the music it was glechey and sounded like screams but i played the game and beat level one the music stoped the sceen went black right before i turned off my nes i herd screams from it and then q bert was stareing at me his eyes were red he said i killed them know your next and it showed dead qberts all on the screen driping red pixelated blood and my nes turned off on it own i saw the game next morning and smashed it but the game still haunts me in my dreams
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Vidya games
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Wall of Text
Category:Shortpasta
QWERTY

Excerpt from local newspaper:
At 11:00 PM last night, a fat, snorlax of a man was seen running through a Manhattan city street with a gun. The word "QWERTY" was written on his tee shirt. He is wanted for killing fifteen ppl.
If you have seen this fat man, please alert the authorities by screaming "I LIKE MONKEY TURDS AND EATING CHICKEN NUGGETS ON FRIDAY NIGHTS!" In six different languages nine times loud enough for the neighbors to call the police to report a noise complaint so you can tell the cops about the man, be it they don't arrest you first.
If you don't want to be arrested, tell the cop you have a cat having diarrhea you need to take care of.
The fat man is sti11 at larg3.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Potty Humor
Category:Satire
Category:Shortpasta
Qazdtha

Qazdtha, The Ungreedy Lifetaker
He shall pick the souls unworthy of their lives
Slay them into forgetfulness and pain
Every trace shall follow them on the Road Of Suffering
He waits...
He waits for the perfect soul
A soul so evil and selfish that it can hold the gruesomeness of Qazdtha
He will materialize into this soul
Spree evil, betrayal, suffering, madness, corruption
He will do this to the unworthy souls
The souls destroying Earth
The careless souls, who does not mind the awesome power of Earth
The humans.
Qazdtha will slay them, those humans, those beings
Qazdtha shall throw them into a pit of insanity
For Qazdtha
Is
Angry...
He is angry upon humans, the beings destroying their and his home
The Earth...
The humans must stop
Or else...
They will suffer upon the wrath
Of Qazdtha
Qazdtha, The Ungreedy Lifetaker, The Prophet Of The Apocalypse
He has eyes everywhere
For he is everywhere
Everywhere you go
For he sleeps in your soul
When he finds the perfect soul of selfishness and evil
He will awake
And he will destroy you
Slowly
And painfully
Qazdtha...
He will awake
Sometime...
Unless...
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Beings
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
Quae supra sunt

Now when you say "I'm not interested" do you really mean it. Are you sure its not something that might make you change your perspective on life itself. Alex was like that not interested, bad attitude and can't see what is staring right in his face. When one his friends asked him "Do you want to go to a cave" he had found it just outside the town . Alex came up with his usual excuse "I'm not interested" but in the end he followed his friend.
The cave was quite big and was quite long. When both of them went into the cave it was filled with lots of stalactites and stalagmites. When they went deep enough in they found writing on the cave wall saying "Quae supra sunt." Alex began trying to figure out what it meant, when his friend called him saying that he had found a hole in the cave. Alex and his friend climbed down the hole and when they were both down there Alex landed and quickly saw a body, they saw the words "Quae surpa sunt" everywhere.
Alex's friend suddenly turned around and spoke " Quae surpa sunt et vos eam nostis". Alex realized that this was not his friend and the body he saw earlier and what he had been following was something else entirely. 
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Shortpasta
Category:I CAN HAZ TRANSLATION?
Quahog

Peter oddly seems to call out names, as if he's being told about them by the shallow voices in his head.
"Brian?"
"Lois!"
"Chris Griffin?"
"Brian..."
"Quagmire?!?"
"Chris..."
"Joe..."
He js completely unaware of his surroundings, unwillingly not paying attention to the fact that he has no family and lives alone. He stands there for hours, trying to think out the figures he sees in his eyes. All he can do is call out the names of these figures.
"Lois? Lois!!? Lois?!?!"
"Chris Griffin?!?!?!"
"LOIS!!!?"
"Peter, Chris..."
...
"Peter......"
Peter has these hallucinations every day and night, that his family still exists, when in reality, Quahog is an abandoned wasteland. Peter will never know the truth, that he is mentally insane on the inside.
﻿
Inspired by Family Boy
Credit to DerpDino
Category:Trollpasta
Category:WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT
Category:TELAVISHUN
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
Quake 3: Death Arena

Torrents... bad idea.
This thing happenned this year, a few months ago. Now, to the topic...
I always was a fan of old FPS games (the new ones are awful), but never had the money to buy them, they weren't even delivered to our city. So, I did go to TPB, and, out of the nostalgia of blasting Xaero, torrented Quake3 Arena. The file wasn't that big, aorund a GB. That was quite strange, as all other Q3 torrents were only half of GB... However, I procceded. It dl'ed in around an hour. Installed, it, still nothing, except that Q3 icon was a skull on a sword, and my desktop was Tank JR percing his saw through Sarges' head. I thought to myself 'Ah, big deal. Happened a few times before.' And then, I started playing. The menu was alright, the game was too. However, I never could change from Bones, and his texture was quite smeared in blood, and the enemies exploded not to those cube-like gibs, but almost-perfect organs. I was excited, because I loved gore, but every level I played, those gibs looked more and more real. I got to the finish of Tier 1, and had to fight with Sarge. The match was quite enjoyable, but there were lots of bones, gibs and sharp things (knives, axes, saws, that sort of thing) laying around, and sometimes a butcher showed straigth in front of me, hacking and slashing what I thought to be... My body. At this moment, I was scared as hell, and I couldn't control my character anymore -- he just took a knife, the 'Bones' character reverted to my horribly mutilated body, and it showed in first person how I slashed my wrist. At the moment, my wrist in reality started hurting real bad, and I tried to scream, but I couldn't... It felt like some kind of a little rock punched through my throat. However, I could control my body, stood up, and hit the PC a few times. Then, a deafening scream, and black void... When I woke up,it was 10 AM, and everything was alright, but the newspaper had this written in it... 'A new Jack the RIpper strikes!' I continued to read: 'Today, at the Bolete street, a boy was found dead, and a butchers' axe was near him. The police didn't find his head, heart, and a toe. Quake 3: Arena was on in his computer.'
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Vidya games
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Wall of Text
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Old Shit
Quality Standards

I will never forget "that day", the day of pure hell, the day that made me cry blood, this is my story...
It all started when I wrote my first Creepypasta, "AceBlaze the Killer", I put my heart and soul into it, I made sure to have as much spellllling correctivity and the bestest grammar Evers, as w'e'l'l az the goooodest pun"ctuation' ever.
Anyways, I finished my totally kawaii story, finishing it within 1 hour, I knew that I had the bestest grammar and spelling and everything so I didn't need to check :). I hit the submit button and awaited the totally awesome comments from everyone, I knew they were going to say great things about my story, I mean, this IS deviantArt right?
A solid 20 seconds passed of me hitting the "Refresh" option on the page, waiting for a comment that told me I was special, when suddenly...
The page magically disappeared, I noticed a big red box had replaced the area where my wall of text used to be. The red box stated
"This page has been deleted due to reasons given by the administrator:
-Doesn't meet the quality standards" is what the red box said.
Furious is too little of a word for me to describe my anger, or in my case, too big of a word.
I cried my eyes out, I ran to my room, locked the door, got on the floor, then I walked the dinosaur. After that, I grabbed my hairpin, turned on the radio, put in a CD of Linkin Park, then I started cutting myself with the hairpin to the music of "In the End."
After I was done wallowing in my sorrow, I ran back down to my computer and started typing up a storm, making sure to spam the admin's message wall, crying over their incompetence, don't they know a classic when they see it?!
My comments consisted of "UR a cuck" and "u need 2 get a life u poser twat1". It took me approximately 20 hours to get a reply, FINALLY someone responds to my well thought out comments! The reply came from some poser bitch named Princess Callie, she said...
"We're sorry you didn't read the Quality Standards, clearly that's our fault!"
"What the hell are quality standards?" I thought to myself. But the reply doesn't end there...
"We're sorry you think that you don't need any actual writing skill to write a good story."
I couldn't stand this poser anymore, so I started to cuss, spam, and elaborately give good, well thought out replies to the poser.
That's when I got another reply, this time from some other poser, but it wasn't an actual "reply", it was a link. The link brought me to my story, but it was on a different site...
"NOEZ!!!!11!11!" I scream, my story was on... THE TROLLPASTA WIKI!!!!!!!!!!
Category:Trollpasta
Category:English Class Failure
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Quandale Dingle

Quandale Dingle grew up having nobody but his mom (who hits him frequently) and his dad who went to go get milk. his goofy ahh uncle tried to touch his weenie doodle o_o his mother hit the goofy ahh unclewith a bat. his asian cousin quanlingling dingle got arrested for robbery, aggravated assault, armed robbery, and scat. As a young adult Quandale never really made any friends because of his goofy ahh name but one, daquavious bingleton. as a young adult Quandale showed psychopathic tendencys. Rumors have been going around that he kidnapped 113 27-year-old men and has them in his basement. They have never been found. There is no evidence suggesting that quandale kidnapped them. no traces, no fingerprints, no nothing. He was spotted at a local park as seen here. Police raided Quandales house later that day and found human organs. Quandale was killed in the raid. It is said that Quandale walks the streets looking for men aged 27 to 31 to kill.
==Improved Version==
Quandale Dingle grew up having nobody but his mom (who hit him frequently after he turned 20) and his dad who went to go get milk. his goofy ahh uncle tried to touch his xbox and steal it o_o his mother hit the goofy ahh unclewith a bat. he went insane because his victorian era british ahh cousin Quanglovious McHuckleberry got arrested for robbery, aggravated assault, armed robbery, scat, and biting the arm of a person who claims to have drunk 1.5 morbillion kilograms of tea. As a young adult Quandale never really made any friends because of his goofy ahh name but one day he met an evil version of himself, named daquavious bingleton.
As a young adult Quandale showed psychopathic tendencies. Rumors have been going around that he kidnapped 113 27-year-old men with a foul body odor and has them in his basement. They have never been found. There is no evidence suggesting that quandale kidnapped them. no traces, no fingerprints, nothing. He was spotted at a local park as seen here. Police raided Quandales house later that day and found human organs. The CIA was also involved, hypnotising his victorian era cousin McHuckleberry to stab him 87 times in the torso, in which Quandale died. It is said that Quandale used to walks the streets looking for men aged 27 to 31 to kill. Though the crimes he must've commit can be from his evil version daquavious bingleton.
If someone prepares a ritual for this poor framed soul Quandale, then his ghost will come to your room and add 2 personalized copies of Super Mario 64 and a looney tunes ahh anvil in which you can use to attack innocent bystanders.
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Category:Trollpasta
Category:Beings
Category:Collab
Category:Wall of Text
Category:Shortpasta