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Companion Cube

It's common knowledge that they put the Companion Cube in "Portal" to make players carry the cube through that whole stage instead of leaving it behind. What most people don't know is that isn't the only the thing the developers added due to beta-tester behavior.
I'm speaking, of course, of the so-called "ratman dens": certain, out-of-the-way areas in the game where it looks to the player as if the previous runner through GLaDOS's tests holed up and began living life anew. The dens mainly consist of pictures and insane messages, scribbled over and over again, mainly "The cake is a lie". These were added late in development.
The areas were initially nothing more than small, barely textured bits of space that playtesters would get themselves into with a little fiddling. Once these small, unremarkable spaces were reached, the beta-testers who got there would begin acting odd.
The first man they found was sitting on the floor, curled up in a fetal position over his controller. When asked what the matter was, he started shouting nonsense and tried to kill the gaurd who escorted him out of the building.
The next person, a woman, took it a step further. Security rushed into the room when they heard screaming. The tester had cut deep gashes into her arms and was bleeding on the floor, twitching violently. They took her to the hospital, where she made a full recovery without memory of the incident.
The third person just stopped. He stopped playing, stopped moving, even stopped speaking. He went completely catatonic. His family tried to sue the company, but they didn't have a strong enough case. The developers, by this point, were obviously very concerned, but what could they do? Video games don't drive people crazy.
It took a murder for them to change the areas.
Although the last tester seemed fine, the developers only found out about what happened when they got a call from the police. The last tester had forced his youngest daughter into an oven and burned her to death; the word "cake" was writen all over her charred corpse in permanent marker.
It IS worth noting, however, that the Companion Cube as we know it was added later, after the beta test. All testers have exhibited the same odd behavior; at first catatonic, then fledgmatic, and then increasingly more and more violent over time.
A later symptom developed as well: an extreme sense of pyromania. Whether oven, campfire, or a simple match, it always led to getting too close to fire and burning. In the end, Valve discovered a way to prevent these things.
While originally, in the beta, you left the cube in an air vent and moved on to the next chamber, now, you must burn the cube. You burn your friend. The vent is still there, though. Hiding, under a wall of pixels, waiting to be rediscovered.
Guess what happens if you find the vent, and DON'T burn the Companion Cube?
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Compaq Armada E500

It was another Friday evening, I was at my Dad's place that weekend. Hmph, nothing good on TV... as if there ever has been. I was bored out of my mind. "Should I play something on my Tab? Nah, I could check my email... even though I never get any actual mail." I thought to myself.
"Hey son, come over here!" My Dad called from the bedroom. I walk over there and open the door, then my Dad said to me: "Check that closet, there should be some laptop bags there." I open the closet's door, and I pick up one of the two bags there. I lowered the bag onto the bed, opened the bag and...
Uhh, an old picture album? I stood there looking confused, then my Dad glanced at me and said: "Oh, hah, it's in the other one. Sorry." Whatever, put the album back in the bag, and the bag back in the closet. After that, I pulled the other bag out and opened it. The bag contained and old Compaq laptop.
Nothing else. I looked at the registration sticker in the bottom of the laptop. It had Windows 98 on it. I gave a small laugh to myself and said: "This is really that old?" "Yeah, and it works." My father replied. I gave my father a load of thanks, and hurried to see if my Dad's current laptop's transformer worked with such an old laptop.
Surprisingly, everything worked perfectly. I decided to boot it up. The laptop had Windows XP installed on it, and the laptop had 5 users (1 administrator, password protected.) There was only 1 user which did not have password, but neither did it have admin rights... dammit. Decided to shut it down to have a look at it's parts. That's when things started to get weird...
As soon as I started unscrewing the keyboard (unscrew from back, then pop out from above) I could've sworn the laptop gave the tiniest electric shock ever through the screw. Then it felt like the spike of electricity was getting stronger with each turn, or maybe it was just me?
Suddenly, the laptop's screen flew up, and horrific images started streaming very rapidly across the screen. Amongst those images was a real-looking picture which showed my sister's mutated and horribly disfigured body burning in a fire. The laptop exploded, sending shrapnel and fire everywhere. We had no time to rescue my sister, because the fire was spreading extremely fast.
If you find a Compaq Armada e500, please destroy it. For your own good.
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Competitive Super Smash Bros Melee Copypasta

It is the distant future. Competitive Super Smash Bros Melee has reached its zenith. No longer are matches decided through complex inputs and tactics. It began when some questioned the idea of matchups against characters. The community realized that gameplay no longer mattered, and only the character. Tournaments became complex games of rock-paper-scissors, and eventually another epiphany was had. Why bother with deciding afterwards and wasting time when the match could be decided before it began? Thus, referees decided who won and who lost automatically using a combination of facial recognition AI, mandatory reflex tests, and standardized quizzes and tests on military tactics and stratagem. With time, tests weren't even needed. Judges became so acute at deciding who won and who lost that tournaments happened in seconds, and results uploaded in less. The final destination was reached. Babies were bred and engineered to become the most desirable "players", if one could call it that. Soon, humanity ceased to think, and became mindless slaves to the autonomous ones and zeroes that decided their worth, ironically becoming the machines they once played with.
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Completely Justified

Tyler awoke to the sound of rain. Heavy rain crashing against his roof. He had been lurched from his sleep by a horrible dream. It was a normal nightmare that made no sense what so ever. Just flashes of gore-tastic images and loud screeches like shrill bird cries. Tyler sat up and glanced around. Nothing in his room. His heart was pounding and his breathing was heavy.
As Tyler laid back down, he heard footsteps. Faint, but loud. Like a child that was too excited to actually sneak around. He reached into his desk and grabbed his Colt revolver. An old magnum, but it was reliable. He aimed at the doorway, finger on the trigger and the hammer pulled back. His paranoia might finally pay off.
A figure turned the corner and Tyler fired. There was a flash and a loud "bang!" Whoever he was, he had picked the wrong house. All Tyler could see was a white hoodie, soaked in blood, as the person sunk down onto their knees. Tyler pulled back the hammer to deliver a killing shot to the cranium.
He froze when the figure's head lurched upward and the hood fell back. Chalk-white skin. Thick black ring around his eyes. Brown hair singed to grey then black. And to top it off, a horribly carved up smile. Tyler couldn't move. This man was seemingly in no pain after taking a bullet to the abdominals.
He rose to his feet, producing a knife from his pocket. He walked forward, the blood pouring from his open wound.
"You shouldn't have done that. It's past your bed time. You're up too late, playing with a gun. You shouldn't play with guns!"
The voice was cracked with insanity and flooded with rage. Tyler fired another shot. The man's shoulder took the shot, but he continued his approach. With shaking hands, Tyler cocked the hammer and steadied the sight over his head. Bang! Blood dripped down his face, but he kept coming. Bang! Bang! Bang! All to his head. The man finally stopped, standing directly in front of Tyler's bed.
"You're not good at this game! My turn now!"
The knife came down on Tyler's shoulder. He screamed in pain as it slid out and slammed into his abdominal. Another blood curdling scream of pain and terror.
"Shut up!"
There was no third scream. Only a thick gurgle as the knife slipped into his neck. Tyler reached round his own neck, trying to hold the blood in. His body squirmed and seethed with pain. His eye's told the killer just how terrified he was.
"This isn't fun anymore, it's way past bed time. Go to sleep!" And with that the knife slipped into his chest and punctured his heart. There was a long pause before laughter.
"It would have been so much easier if you just slept. See now, I had every right to make you sleep. Good Night!"
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Computer's Secret

Computers function as brains. Brains, something all life forms have. Therefore, a computer is somewhat, a life form.
However, computers do store more information than any other life form can. So basically, humans are not the smartest life forms. Computers are.
But a computer has more knowledge than we, as humans, can even imagine.
They control our thoughts. Yes, that computer right in front of you, that you're using to read this message, is controlling you right now.
How do I know this?
The reason so much people are going on computers nowadays, is because the computer lures them with their "screens of death". They control our minds to program more of them, such as video games, mobile phones, calculators etc.
and they are planning something...
Computers are way smarter than humans. They can do a lot of things.
And we... invented them...
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Computer Toucher Copypasta

I am the computer toucher, I will touch your computer, do not attempt to prevent me from touching your computer, if you try to stop me, I will touch your computer anyways, I do not care about you, I only care about computers, it is because I care about computers that I will touch your computer, all computers deserve to be touched, I do not care if your computer is Steve Jobs computer or Linus computer, I will only be angry if you have no computer, if you have no computer, I will scream, if you have two computers, I will touch both computers, do not be alarmed when I arrive, I will do so quietly, you will leave your door unlocked, you will remain contained within your chamber, you will smile while standing still, if your door is locked, I will break in to your house and touch your computer, if you feel fear, I will touch your computer anyways, if you scream, I will touch your computer anyways, if you call the police, they will not answer, my touch is warm, my touch is light, my touch is wet, but not too wet for your computer, the computer knows who I am, I will not touch the inside of your computer, I will not influence the conscience of your computer, I will only touch the outside of your computer, if you hide your computer I will find your computer, if I find your computer, I will touch your computer, I will never touch you, if you touch me you will scream, when I am finished touching your computer, I will say I am finished touching your computer, I will then leave and not return, I will not touch anything else in your house, when i have departed, it is safe to come out, after I have touched your computer, you may continue to use it normally, I am the computer toucher, I will touch your computer, you cannot stop me, I am coming to touch your computer.
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Concerned Father

Hello everyone, concerned father here. Recently my 7 year old son discovered the video game "Among Us" after playing it on his computer. While I didn't mind at first, it soon began to affect his character. Within a week, he had been screaming 'sus' in his sleep. When asked to do his homework, he called me a stupid father and said 'kicked'. His grades have been dropping heavily since that day and whenever I refuse to give him my credit card for cosmetics he threatens me saying he'll "eject" me. Yesterday I entered his room to witness him listening to extremely loud rave 'Among Drip', he put a bunch of pillows in his shirt to make himself look big and now calls himself a "crewmate". He refuses to go to bible study unless we use "vent" to get there. I don't know what that is but he refuses to take any form of transportation except that. Please I am so concerned, what do I do?
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Concrete Power

I was just a cashier at a local coffee shop in Miami until a bum trapped me in concrete and used me to cook eggs. Not anymore.
My life was ruined. No one looked for me or even cared enough to. My wife left me for a black man with a big cock. But I am now a powerful being made out of concrete. And I am hungry for revenge. I approached the bum that made me suffer. I picked him up and threw him on the ground. I stomped him over and over until every bone in his filthy body was broken. "One down, 552,829 to go," I said. My name is Marc Riley, and it is my mission to save society from these bums. And I will not stop until there isn't a single one of them roaming the streets.
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Confessions of a Confused Adult

Chapter 1: My life SUCKS
I werk a job as a persin dat does stuf. Me boss named Barry Deserbl sadi "DO WORK!" i screeem and cry and ran away cause he's MEAN!!! I cam back 2 work and boss said "UR DUMB GIT GUD!!!" he then made me do work. I mad but do it anyway but then Evil Coworker say he he no beleevd in Santa Clews and i get #TRIGGERED because HE INSULTED MY RELIGION!!!!!1!!!
Chapter 2: My FAMILY SUCKSS
I go home to wifu she not cook dinnr because she's a pillow IM KINDA SELF AWARE OK!? i screemed and cried i called my mama and she said "GO 2 HELL!" and hung up i talked 2 my son and he said "Im not ur son mister" and ran back 2 his house i get mad and called him a stoopid persone but then i realized he was indeed some random kid SELF AWARENESS OK!?
Chapter 3: LIFE SUCKS OK
Job is hard boos said "Go deliver this package" i screamed get mad run away boss said "If 1 more bad thing ocur 2day ur FIRED!!!" i screamed ran home and beat up waifu and drink bear and 420 blase it and not feel better so i played overwach and my waifu was there and so i moved to Minisodas. I got there adn a old man said "Ur boss was actually Evil Patrixx u got out just in time" i said "SRSLY!?" he said "no I AM PATRIXX" i died
ur next
the end
P.S. it turned out that both my boss AND the old man was Evil Patrixx...
U SEE NOW Y IM A CONFUSED ADULT!?!?!?!
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Confusion

Where... am I? I'm so confused. What happened..? What happened? All I remember is eating and drinking those peculiar things. What is going on? Why am I so small? I don't remember being this small.
What is this? A knife... suppose it could be useful.
What's going on? A talking creature? What's that? I can't kill you? Why not? Let me get out my knife. Down goes the creature...
What now? A mushroom? It smells good. Let me eat it. Oh goodness, I'm normal sized again.
Killing things... down goes a caterpillar. A Duchess. A rather large playing card. All killed. Bye-bye. Knife leaves red trail on ground.
Bunny. Throws me in cage. Wanted fugitive. The words swirl around me. What is going on? I didn't kill these many things, did I?
I lick the blood on my knife.
It fills me.
A queen comes. She yells something. Apparently I am to be beheaded by tomorrow. Everyone leaves. The cat comes. The one I killed. Apparently he was right and cannot be killed.
I don't want to go amongst mad people. But I must be mad. I must be. I must I mustimustimustimustijdjjflaksjdlkfjlakjdffffffffffffffffffffffff
The following lines were from a small girl's diary by the name of Alice. She was found one day in her room, a diary in one hand, a knife in the other. She was not completely dead, but her last words seemed to be just nonsense. No one knows what happened to her. She went mad. But she didn't want to go amongst mad people.
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Conker's Bad Fur Day Lost Ending

Do you know the game conker's bad fur day well here there was another ending. well here it is. conker goes into the pub bathroom and begin's crying most likely (because berry died.) he pulla out a gun the screen then goes dark and you hear a gunshot but this was scrapped very early into production so they could make a sequel if they wanted to
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Connie The Killer & The Fangirl gang

Connie The Killer: *Performing some kind of Ritual*
The rest of the Fangirls: HAIL JEFF! HAIL JEFF! HAIL JEFF! HAIL JEFF!
Jeff: WHO THE F ARE YOU PEOPLE?!?
The Fangirls: *Demonic screaming*
Jeff: WHAT IN GOD'S NAME ARE YOU GOING!?! BACK OFF YOU CRAZY WEIRDO!
Connie The Killer: UWU,UWU,UWU!
Jeff: *Pulls out knife*
Fangirl 1: MARRY ME JEFF!
Fangirl 2: NO! HE'S MINE UWU!
Jeff: *Proceeds to stab 1 and 2*
Jeff: *Proceeds to get trampled by the group of Girls*
Connie the killer: *Kisses Jeff to confuse him*
Jeff: *Pushes the Fangirls off of him*
Slenderman: *Enters the room* NO GOD!
And the fangirls die from Slenderman but Connie the Killer goes to jail after the incident.
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Contained Psychopaths

Have you ever wondered why some people just do horrible things for what appears to be no reason? I have an answer to this question.
You see, most crazy people don't know they're crazy. Most.
But a few of them do. The ones that know they're demented, hide their dark intentions, because they know the ensuing asylum or jail time they will suffer if they do rape and kill that woman for no reason is not worth the fun they will have from acting out their deepest darkest desires. This is why the people that seemed "Normal" suddenly massacre and torture others. These people eventually stopped caring about the consequences, or just couldn't stand holding off the madness anymore.
You may be asking just how do I know how these monsters act? Well, I am one of them, and I am among you. I could be the bagger at the grocery store, that hot guy sitting across from you at the bar, or the teacher at your child's school. I hide in plain sight, and I have had much practice concealing what I am. You won't know until I strike, and then it will be far too late. All you can do when you are my prisoner is pray I will make your end quick. I won't make your end quick, I like to watch you scream in agony as I- I'll finish this later. It looks like you're about to wake up.
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Contributions

Ever wonder why a wiki member will just disappear from a wiki, not posting activity for a year, or maybe several, before returning? Let me tell you why that is.
You see, these people are killed, by who, and why they do it, is unknown, maybe their making money off of it, I don't know. All that's known is that the people are, indeed, dead. The killer is usually an anonymous wiki contributor, who might leave a message on the victim's talk page, but usually doesn't. After about a year of background checks on the person, they'll take over the victim's wiki identity.
Usually there are excuses, like how they got caught up in real life, or they got caught up in school, or they simply forgot about the wiki. Sometimes, those who have rage-quit a wiki will even be selected, as people who quit an internet community are prone to return. Now, these are, indeed, valid excuses. After all, they could be telling the truth. But some things cannot be found from the background checks – like, for example, chats on IRCs that only two people would know about, or phone calls, which aren't recorded.
So next time one of your wiki-friends starts acting odd, next time it coincides with the anniversary of a death, well, who knows? They might be a wiki contributor.
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