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Food Addiction

My name is not important. What is important is what's going on; this weird food addiction is fucking with my mind.
OK, so years ago in elementary school, I was really hungry, and I tend to eat whatever the fuck is thrown my way. So below the blackboard there was a lone piece of chalk. I ate it. It actually was pretty good, despite being, y'know, chalky I guess.
Alright, so you wanna hear the reaaaaal shit? Here goes. Throughout my high school years I kept eating chalk from the classroom. Doing so without getting caught. Then one day the teacher tried to do one of her BORING lectures, and then noticed the chalk was gone.
Oh fuck.
She then tells the class that we NEED this fucking chalk, and I couldn't give even more of a shit if I tried. So now I was with this weird kid (who I'm just gonna call "Chris") who saw me eat the chalk. I threatened to eat their face as a punishment, only for them to not move. High schoolers are fucked sometimes. We go to the supply closet, and I think we tripped balls or something because what happened next was some Alice in Wonderland type shit. I want to do it again.
So, because I actually have shit to do, I go to school early. Then this big "comedian" Drake comes up and calls me a "Barney the Dinosaur looking-ass" at the back of the school. I take one of the spare dodgeballs and cave his teeth in. That nerd kid tried to tell but I took one look at him and he cowered like the bitch he is. Swear that kid's going to break his arm one of those days...
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Foot Philosopher

I am the foot philosopher
I have studied the immense amount of religious reading on ancient feet this week of medieval magic class required
I have studied imprints in stone to which pilgrims trekked hundreds of miles through the desert to visit and eat, shoes of deities people licked, famous artwork of Christ's filthy stompers as he ascended to denote his humanity to the crusty old wise men beneath, Aphrodite beating eros with her shoe leading to Christian cults in the Greco-Roman world, and popes cutting off their feet because they're unclean and mark us as human.
But no, you ain't gettin' any pics of these angelic stompers. They divine asf!
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Footageofsatan.avi

Hello. My name is Jake burlington, And I am a youtuber of course, but my Channel was deleted.
So here's how this story went through. I was going through the dark web until I found a link to a website that was created by somewhat a Satanist. it was full of satanic images, like the pentagram, sketches of demons, and quotes from satan. I was completely frightened that my heart dropped down to my stomach, on the very bottom of the page there was a download button that had the times new roman font. I clicked it and it appears that I was downloading an avi file. what the hell was I thinking? the avi file was titled, "footageofsatan.avi" and it looked like I'm about to watch actual footage of satan. it also downloaded a readme file titled "messagefromsatan". so after the files downloaded I went to my downloads and opened the readme file first, the text on the file said, "if you like to see what I did, click the link." I copied and pasted the link. but not in this story. and it was a image of, somewhat a dungeon with a mutilated person on chains with a demon standing next to it, holding a mace. and also an arrow with text on it pointing on the demon saying "Belial" in comic sans. why the hell did I look at a demon selfie!? then I checked the avi file and it played. it started with two upside down crosses with the words "Satan's Face" and it was on there for like 8 seconds, then satan appeared infront of the screen saying, "Greetings mortals, I wanted to say, YOUR'E ALL DEAD!! HAHAHAHAAA!" and the video ended with a jumpscare of Beelzebub flying towards the camera. I was shocked about this, so I deleted the video and the notepad file and never went to the dark web again.
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For Glory

On October 3rd, 2014, I downloaded Super Smash Bros. For Nintendo 3DS. I had waited for this game for over a year, and then the time finally come. I went to my local GameStop to pick up a copy of the game, and sadly they were out of stock. I decided just to download it off of the eShop instead. I was so hyped for this game that I skipped work the day it came out just to play it. 
After I downloaded the game, I started playing it immediately. After I completed Classic and All-Star modes with all characters and had unlocked all stages, I decided to try the online mode. I played a few matches with friends first off to get a feel for playing online. About 4 hours of playing with friends, I decided to try out "For Glory" mode. But then strange things started happening.
As I clicked the option for "For Glory" mode, I heard a strange shriek coming from my 3DS. The screen faded to black, then I saw the words "turn back" written in blood on the screen. The options "yes" and "no" then appeared on my screen. I decided to click "yes" and then the screen faded to black again. I was taken to the character selection screen, but it was not normal. All of the characters had there eyes bleeding out, except for the character that didn't have eyes. I selected my character like normal, and then preceded to the pre-match. 
When the match began, I saw that I was facing against a Little Mac. The thing that I found odd about this was that the Little Mac was covered in blood and sweat and that his eyes were bleeding. I also noticed that the person who was playing as Little Mac's name was "666". I started playing, and I saw that Little Mac would receive battle damage Fox punched him. I won the match, but instead of the usual victory theme scene there instead was Fox lying on the ground crying tears of blood while saying "I've won, but at what costs?" Then Fox fell over DEAD! 
I was so freaked out by this that I threw my 3DS against the wall and then flushed it down the toilet. I haven't played Smash 4 since.
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For Good Saint Nick's Sake

T'was the night before Christmas and all through the house not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse. Suzy's parents went to bed hours earlier absolutely fuckin hammered. Suzy lay wait in her bed staring at the ceiling, unwilling to try and fall asleep. This was the night she was going to meet Santa. The star lit roof of her bedroom seemed more entertaining than usual as she kept her ears wide. One of the nights where you check the time again after twenty minutes and its been two. The house usually creaked at night, but when there was an usual creek she'd sneak to the end of the hall and catch an eye of the tree. Nothing so far. 'I'll ask him why everyone says to leave out milk with the cookies when my parents say he likes beer.' Suzy though to herself. 'I'll ask him to bring Rudolph with him to the mall next year.' 'If we don't have a chimney ho-' Her thoughts were broken by a scuffle from the basement. She listened closer, thirty seconds of silence followed by the sound of footsteps coming up the stairs and to the tree. She was full of excitement. 'This is it,' she thought to herself as she quietly pranced and grabbed her housecoat. Sneaking to the end of the hall she peaked her eyes around the corner and almost screamed when she saw him. There was Santa. She rubbed her eyes to be sure. Then something caught her off guard. He put a present into his sack. Then another. She leaned back in surprise and he put yet another present in his sack.
"What are you doing?" heart pounding she asked in a faint voice, still only showing the top of her head.
Santa slowly turned to face her and in a jolly voice replied. "Delivering presents of course."
"Why are you putting them in your sack?" She responds after a few seconds.
"Your presents were underneath. These toys are for your neighbors. Why are you up so late young girl?"
"I wanted to meet you," she replies.
Santa subtly laughs and takes a step towards her as he say. "I'm happy to meet you sweetie. You're gunna have a hell of a Christmas. Now go back to bed I got a lot of stops tonight."
She complies and gives him a smile before skipping to her room.
Laying in bed she felt happy. She could fall asleep complete, which even with the rush of adrenaline didn't take long. When she woke she jumped outta bed so fast she barely landed on her feet. Grabbing her housecoat without even putting it on she ran out to the tree. She was paralyzed when she saw it. 'Where are all the presents?' Staring for a minute she grew cold. The living room felt colder than normal, like an end of summer night. Her mind in complete confusion she stumbled backwards to her parents bedroom and started pounding on the door.
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For fucks sake, please just wake the fuck up you shithead

Look, asshole.
We did the original "It has been reported that some victims of torture" creepypasta. You didn't believe us. Fine.
So we made another creepypasta. And another. We've got, like, 30 variants of "you're in a coma please wake up" or "you're in a dream, please wake up" stories per website.
Do you know how hard it is for me to keep coming up with variants on this? I'm a doctor, not a creative writer. I don't fucking know how many more ways to say wake the hell up I have.
Just, look. Yes, you're in a coma. it was tragic at first but now it's just frustrating for everyone. We have been telling you over and over through creepypastas and it's just not sinking in your thick skull. Maybe if you read anything fucking else? Goddammit.
I bet you're ignoring this one, too. Yep. "just a creepypasta", you say. Just like attempts 1 through 300.
God, I'm so tired of this.
I guess I'm trying the puppet show. if you see on YouTube a video with a puppet telling you to wake up, don't ignore it. Like, listen for even a minute I put actual effort into it. Bet you didn't think of that you lazy moron, did you?
Come on.
Please wake up.
I have other patients. Just please wake the FUCK UP asshole!
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For the birds

One day, while browsing a local yard sale, I came across a VHS in a plain clear case. It was obviously a VHS, Anyway, it had "Hotspot the dog: for the birds" messily scrawled on it in black Sharpie marker. I've never heard of this movie! I had to have it. I asked the woman (about in her 40's) in charge how much she wanted for it. She didn't know, it belonged to her son, she said. So she sprinted into her house and brought out a young man, probably in his mid 20's, who was apparently her son. He was very thin, pale, and had deep dark circles around his eyes.
He looked malnourished and like he hadn't slept in weeks. I showed him the VHS, smiled politely at him, and asked, "How much?" He gave me a look like someone who was in shock and terribly nauseous at the same time. "What?! How did that get there? Nevermind. Just take it." I felt kind of bad for him. Maybe he reacted like this because he was feeling ill and he was trying to sleep when his mom brought him outside. I gave him a kind smile and told him I hoped he would be feeling better soon, then said farewell.
I dashed home, eager to view my new VHS. I sat down in front of my TV and popped the VHS into my VHS player and pressed play on my remote. At first, there was a minute of pure static. I could swear that for about a millisecond I saw a face in the static, and it felt like I was being watched.. After the static, The test card for unfinished animations popped up it said "OPTIMUM AND BLACKLIST ANIMATION PRESENT: HOTSPOT THE DOG COMMERCIAL FOR THE BIRDS" then it faded to black. 'The Commercial started out with Ben being a goofball like usual Then he hears a familiar sound. "ICE CREAM TRUCK!!!" He yells gleefully and jumps out of bed, dragging a drowsy and more-than-annoyed Hotspot with him. "Ben, I need my sleep!" hotspot growled. Ben didn't hear him. "ice cream truck, ice cream truck, ice cream truck!!" He ran down the street then it was Hotspot chasing ben it went on for about 5 minutes, with the usual goofiness of Hotspot bumping into objects, yelling "My body! My body! My body!" Ben kept running as the garbage truck safely drove over train tracks. Then Hotspot got tried then ben was in the middle of the train's way then the screen went black a train and splat sound could be heard then it cuts back to Ben now on the ground not moving and then the screen blacks out. I still have nightmares about this tape, sometimes I dream about the face from the static. Sometimes I see it at night when I'm trying to sleep, just out of the corner of my eye. It's always brief, but I can always feel it watching me.
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Forbidden Room

I recently bought a new house. The old one was, well, old, and falling in pieces. So I said, "yeah, it's time to move". So I moved to this house. It's so cool! It's three stores tall! And I bought it by a nice price. There was nothing wrong with it. Well...
The seller never showed me the 3rd floor. He just refused it, said "It was only the attic and something else, nothing too important". This made me curious. I was going to see what the fuss was all about, but what the hell, it was late at night, and I was tired. Tomorrow is a brand new day.
The next day, I woke up in a jump, like when you wake up from a nightmare, but... I don't even remember what the dream was about. Oh well, who cares. Today was a new day, and I was currently on vacation, hellz yeah! Let's play some games and-
Oh yeah. The third floor.
Well, ok. It's not that bad, It's a nice and spacy attic, and it has a little room on the other side. However... there is a sign on the room's door that reads "DO NOT ENTER: FORBIDDEN". Well, maybe that's where the old guy here put all his porn, I guess. Wow, what the hell am I thinking.
Anyway.
I tried the handle. Locked. Great, now I'm even more curious. It's locked pretty tight. I'll need a crowbar or something.
Hey. I have a crowbar on my toolbox. I'll get it and- oh wait a sec. Someone on the door.
It was Matt. We are having a gaming night on his house, hell yeah! I'll probably be back late... the door won't go away, it can wait.
(after the gaming night, Kyle went to sleep on his new house).
God. I just had a nightmare. And guess what? It was about the room. I dreamed there was this weird creature that got out of the room, and killed me in my sleep. Damn. I was so curious, I needed to check out what was inside. I got the crowbar, and headed to the door.
That's it, I'm opening this thing.
I forced and forced, until I heard a metallic "clank".
The adrenaline... I could feel it all over my body. Whatever was inside, BRING IT ON.
I opened the door...
Get on the floor,
Everybody walk the dinosaur!!
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Foreigners Learning English Copypasta

As a Native English speaker I can only say I hate foriegners who learn English. You can learn english and think you are getting a dream, but I will only hate you. All patriotism has already been bred out of me. My grandfather fought in WW2 but could barely look at an american Flag. After 9-11 happened he admitted that he didnt care, but cut out a small black and white american flag from a newspaper and hung it in is window. He admitted that he only did it because it was required to show patrotism when he was a kid. My mother grew up in the 1950s but admits that she never once voted. Neither one of my parents voted once in their lives. Ocassionaly they might produce a political opinion, but the English-native-speaker feels a strong malaise. The ineffectually of speaking english as a native is so strong, that you just know only some other elite will have all the money, voting is useless. As a nativeenglish speaker, the best way to fight ineffectuality is learn Spanish. The better your spanish is, the more power you have, you can go into mexico and live. Only the foriegn assholes learn english because they think they will get a "dream". First generation immigrants come and become "more american than thou". But you begin to understand why Mexicans refer to chicanos who dont speak Spanish as pochos, windfall fruit that has rotted on the ground. It's like a rotten mentality to be a first or second generation immigrant who has never been back to wherever his family is from and chases a dream he will never get. I would greatly prefer an alternative auxlang to assholes learning english.
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Foreskin

They tried circumcising me but my foreskin only grew back stronger. Since then I have been getting circumcised every 6 months. My foreskin is now stronger than steel. Whenever I am I danger, I pull it over my body like an outer shell. It is fully bulletproof, fireproof, waterproof, and extremely lightweight. I have plans to sell it as a highly rare, highly resistant material and make millions. Bridges will be made out of beams of foreskin, and police units will wear foreskin vests. I will be living in my foreskin house and bathe in my wealth. I am foreskin man.
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Forest of Nightmares

It was October the 9th, 2011. That Sunday, I was feeling lazy and bored, sitting inside on my computer. I decided to go out. There is a place where quite a few people go near my town called Pine Ridge. It's a nice area but a part of it was converted into a BMX park by kids. I decided to meander about, and came to a tree with graffiti on it in the shape of an arrow.
I don't know why, but I turned in the direction the way the arrow was pointing and walked. Coming to the front of another tree, I see a tiny note attached to the it, a blotched rusty drawing pin keeping it in place. I pulled the drawing pin out with my coat zipper and slowly opened the mysterious note.
It was a set of coordinates.
I rushed home, excited and confused as to what this meant and where this was. I zoomed upstairs and turned on my computer, logged in, opened up Google Earth right away and typed in the coordinates. I was pretty pissed off. It wasn't far from where I just was. Either way I observed the way and got walking, it was 19:30 by this time.
It took 30 minutes to get to the gate I saw on the maps. Opening the gate, I slowly walked through. Considering it took me half an hour to walk here, it must've been about 2 miles from town. Without light pollution, the sky was so clear and starry and the moon was radiantly beautiful, but I didn't know my night would go from that, to this...
I walked through the field. Every shadow staring at me like they were alive, I quickly walked through the gate at the other end of this field. Cautiously walking around the windy path, everything got creepier as I got closer to this place, the trees twisted, their holes looking like mangled faces. It didn't help that I could hear screaming deer. My heart was pounding, I really wanted to turn back, but my curiosity got the better of me. I stepped off the path into a tiny clearing surrounded by trees much more frightening than the ones before. Just in my peripheral vision, in the moonlight, I saw another note. I took it out of the tree, from what looked like a broken mouth and tried my best to read it. It read: Turn around, take 10 steps and sit.
I did. After 10 minutes of sitting, I heard scratching, scratching on a tree. I looked around at the menacing trees, their empty eye sockets defined by the moon, but saw no animal that could've been making such a sound. "I want to go," I kept repeating. Thinking I had to sit still, shortly after the scratching stopped, I heard the rustle of many leaves. This was very strange because it wasn't even a windy night and I wasn't moving, but then... I heard it, at first it sounded like people talking, but there was no one nearby. Soon, I heard loud disembodied voices shrieking through the night. I couldn't take it anymore! I got up and ran like never before, evil sounds still echoing through the forest as birds flew from the trees...
This was the forest of nightmares, and that was my experience...
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Forever lasting nightmare

So i started to go to school as i do everyday but it fell off i had a weird feeling in my mind like it was actually trying to talk to me i just tried to ignore that thought The school day went on normally than i went home talking on the way but the feeling was still there it would not stop so i wanted to take a rest so i did so in my dreams i was in a abandoned mall i was scared i realised i couldn't open my eyes it was like some thing is stopping me from doing that so i accepted to look around i walked around and there was eyes around the mall like the mall was watching me i had a bunch of bad feelings i started to feel sick and i still couldn't wake and it randomly broke a part and i transported to a hallway with eyes all over it i walked down it it felt like it was an hour but i got to end a bright light got closer and there was fire around me but i woke at least i thought i was in my bedroom and there was a creature in the corner i tried to open the door while the creature came closer i was worried that if that dream could effect my eyes that means it would probably kill me then i would not wake up for a long time i busted open the door luckily but the house was off the kettles the chiasmas mittens in the front room they are gone i realised this wasn't my house i woke like it was a ending i luckily never had that dream again.
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Forget

Forget everything.
Forget where you live.
Forget your kitchen where a warm meal awaited you.
Forget your TV, with all your favorite programs.
Forget your family.
Forget your caring mother.
Forget your protective father.
Forget your dog and cat.
Forget your room.
Forget your bed which you sleep every night in.
Forget your computer in which you type.
Forget your lamp, brightening the day.
Now...
Forget what you look like.
Forget your body.
Forget your beating heart.
Forget your finger, sliding around the mouse.
Forget your eyes, reading these sentences.
Forget the world.
Now...
You are in a void.
You are nothing.
Everything you lived for. Everything you had.
Imaginary.
Your nonexistent eyes close.
You are not there. Never were, never will be.
Goodbye now, reader...
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