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A New World

I bring to you this day, a very simple ritual (which you have already performed, whether or not you know it), this ritual will bring you to a world with no space; but millions of worlds within, a world where both your greatest fears and fantasies can be realized, a world teeming with music, good and bad, a world filled with promises of wealth, some true, some fraudulent, a world with virtually unlimited knowledge. In this world, you are connected almost instantly with everyone else in it.
How do you access this world?
Double click your internet browser.
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A Night Gone Wrong

He walked towards me, and grabbed me in his hands. He felt me up and down, it felt so nice. Then all of a sudden he started ripping at my skin so savagely. I tried to scream; I felt so helpless. Then he began to eat my insides. The pain. Oh the pain. Slowly, he devoured me, licking his lips, until there was nothing left of me... What did I do to deserve this?
... I'm a banana, and this is my story.
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A Night in the Life of an Admin

I wondered as I looked through my computer...
"Should I even keep going? I edited enough, I should just let the other admins handle stuff today." I thought.
Something told me that I should have kept going, probably just my little voice that told me what to do. But then, I got a call.
"Hey." Said my friend.
"Yeah?" I asked.
"There's a party going on at 00:30. Want to come?"
"Sure, I'll see you there."
I was getting ready, when I got another alert. It said I was needed to deal with more problems. I figured it couldn't be as bad as last time, so I decided to work on it. But when I did...
"What the fuck is this shit?"
Problem #1: Fantastic. Another Jeff picture. How many were there now? 101? I yelled as I hunted and deleted 100 of them. I was feeling disappointed, considering that I knew that they would be back later... And in greater numbers.
But the next problem completely ruined my night.
Problem #2: The... Rules. The... Fucking... Rules. All gone. How could this have happened? Every single rule page. Down to every last rule. Just... Gone. This couldn't be possible. The rule pages were protected! Unless...
But, I didn't have time to finish that thought, because Problem #3 arose.
Problem #3: Because of Problem #2, there were no rules anyone had to follow. All Hell broke loose. There was spam. Spam everywhere. The image galleries were in total chaos, every category page was out of whack, we couldn't recognize pastas that were well known. Everything was just... Ugh. The chat was swarmed with trolls within minutes, some pages were completely blank, and everything else was in complete Pandaemonium.
And the worst part of it all? The founder of the wiki was nowhere to be seen.
"This is going to be a long night." I groaned, realizing that I couldn't go to the party.
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A Night of Nick GaS

Being a big fan of Nickelodeon shows from the 1990s, I was very disappointed when Nick GaS ended in 2007. Well, about a week ago, I was channel-surfing late at night when I saw Nick GaS in the lineup. I instantly assumed it was some sort of error. Nick GaS had been closed for quite some time now, why would it be broadcasting today? I started watching a rerun of Figure it Out. About halfway in, I noticed something weird. The color was way off, and the contestant (the kid with the talent) was nowhere to be seen. I tried to keep watching, but it abruptly ended and quickly cut to the network bumper. Things quickly got horrifying. The kid on the bike was lying on the skate park floor, with a bloody handlebar jutting through his chest. The rest was a static-ridden mess
I tried to convince myself it wasn't real. Maybe the signal got screwed up, or maybe we have another Max Headroom hacker. I ignored it and continued watching. Up next was what I thought was Legends of the Hidden Temple, but this was different. Olmec looked pissed about something. The announcer just stood there blankly, and the kids were nowhere to be seen. Then it cut to team Red Jaguars trying to cross the moat, only to get brutally concussed and drowned.
Mortified, I tried to turn it off, but my cable box kept giving me the same error message; "Could not complete requested action. Please try again later." I tried to unplug it, but my cable box's battery was fully charged. It would be at least another hour before the thing would die. I decided to keep calm, and just let it run its course. The next shot was of the Blue Barracudas attempting the Temple Run. They abruptly stopped. I was treated to a shot of their mangled corpses embedded in a pit of spikes.
Mortified and desperate, I tried to unplug the output cable. I couldn't see anything in the dark. I tried to convince myself that it was all some sort of elaborate hoax. The last show was Double Dare. It started out mostly normal, Marc asked the questions and the kids would suck at answering them. I was relieved, to say the least. But then the physical challenge started. DEAR GOD, THE PHYSICAL CHALLENGE! The kids were given AK-47s and forced to kill one member of the opposite team. The red kid, crying, shot the blue kid's mom. Marc then laughed demonically, and proceeded to murder the red kid's mom. The corpses were bloodily lying on the floor, intestines and guts ripped out. I couldn't take it anymore! I poured a can of Fanta on my TV and short-circuited it, cable box and all. I've since received a replacement, but I have a bit of a problem. Last night, Nick GaS showed up in the menu.
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A Normal Mario ROM Hack

I have always loved Super Mario World. But, not anymore. So, in this story, I will tell you about the time I found a ROM Hack online called Super Mario World.ROM Hack. I found it on a website called PlayGames.com. It was a online game.
So, I decided to play it. What I expreinced was totally 100% real. So, prepare your asses, motherfuckers! I clicked on the game. It started with the normal title screen. However, something was, very very very very very off...
Mario wasn't there. It was only Yoshi. I was so confused. This is what I said:
"What the fuck?" I was super confused. I didn't understand how the Super Mario World engine actually worked. But, I knew this wasn't normal for the game. Unrelated note: I grabbed some popcorn.
So, I contiuned with the game. There was a level. It was called Save_Yourself. I thought it was a very funny prank. I laughed so hard. But, I was also scared to contiune. For the safety of my sainty.
I went into the level. Everything seemed normal. I noticed something really strange. It was Luigi, lying on the ground. I was like this.
"LMAO, he must be sleeping." I realised that he wasn't sleeping. He was dead. I puked all over my newly-bought jeans. I then saw a textbox pop up. It said one thing.
"You did this." Again, I was fucking confused. Understanding this, I concluded that it must've not been a funny prank at all. Maybe the game was talking to me. I knew something was, off.
Yoshi appeared. Then, he hanged himself. I felt like crying and shitting in my boxer briefs. I honestly felt like things couldn't get any worse. But, low and behold, they did get worse.
I saw Peach. She was dead. And so were all of the Toads. I saw a textbox appear. It said one thing that made me scared. This is what it said.
"Your I.P address is 69-420-666." How did the game have my I.P? I realised that the game wasn't haunted at all. It was just a silly little ROM that scarred me for life.
I contiuned on. I saw a Toad. Covered in, blood? In a Mario game? Impossible! I thought Mario was for kids. I noticed that there was a bunch of screaming going on. That was, creepy. I shat myself.
I saw, Waluigi? In Mario World? HOLY SHIT! I never knew he was in Mario World. But, he wasn't. He was crying on a bed. A voice said DO IT. And then, he shot himself.
"That sequence reminded me of Squidward's Suicide." I said. This was not normal. I saw me in the game. However, I looked like a mixture of Robert Deniro and James Corden. Also, I looked like Wario. The game version of myself stabbed Mario. I was screaming in fear.
Mario's life count suddenly went down. I watched in horror. Then, I shat myself, even bigger than last time.
I was so scared. Then, I saw Luigi. He appeared on the screen. He turned his head 360 degrees. He said one thing. This is what he said.
"Your next!" I was so shocked. I was crying. Screaming. Shitting. Everything. All at the same time. Which was impossible for most people. I never touched that ROM again.
Plot twist: You're next!
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A Normal Restaurant

Some stories about this resturant being disturbing, but everything was fine.
Until this point.
I felt my grin slip off my face as I heard her utter a string of forbidden words.
"I'm sorry sir. We're all out of garlic bread."
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A Note on Ben

Hey, guys. I was driving around to my cousin's house, when I saw an old man similar to the one mentioned by Jadusable. I didn't talk to him, but I decided to take a look around. I didn't see anything peculiar, so I kept driving. Then, the wind picked up, and a piece of paper with a bit of writing appeared on my windshield. Curious, I got out of the vehicle quickly and took it. I read it, and it was really creepy, so I kept it, so I can type it here.
I didn't think this would appear on the Internet. I thought Jadusable would keep his damn mouth shut. But now that it's up, I thought I would explain a few things.
First, his motives. Ben was a messed up kid. He didn't have any friends besides me and his mom. His father hated him and beat his mother, and he only had one thing he liked besides his "friends"; his only game, The Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask. It was the only gift his dad let his mother give him, and it was only to shut him up. He was constantly playing through it, finding secrets, doing glitches. Of course, I didn't think he was fun, nor did I realize how pathetic his life was, so I was reluctant to go see him when he invited me over.
As he got older, he began to become hateful and violent, as well as chronically depressed. His father accidentally killed his mother while beating her, and buried the body without anyone knowing. I knew I shouldn't have, but I kept his secret. One day, he called me over. He began to scare me, but I felt obligated to. He sounded scared. His father had been away for a vacation, he told me. But when he showed me his dad's room, I learned where he really was. He was in the middle of the room, dead.
A knife wound in his neck. Blood all over. I remember it so clearly, and it haunts me to this day. What haunts me the most is that I could've prevented it. Anyway, he gave me a box and told me that he wanted to see my backyard. I knew what he was capable of, so I let him. He dove into my pool and told me to drown him. I did it. I drowned Ben. Then I opened the box. Majora's Mask. Did he want me to play it? I went to his house and stole his Nintendo 64, then played through it. It was cryptic, and surprisingly horrifying.
I knew I had to get rid of it. BEN get rid of it BEN get rid of it BEN get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it BEN get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it BEN get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it BEN get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it BEN get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it get rid of it BEN get rid of it
BEN
That was the end of the note. There might've been more, but it would probably be more "BEN" + "get rid of it" nonsense. And besides, I was getting scared, so I drove to my cousin's house and didn't speak a word of it.
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A Pasta That Goy Written Without Usig Backspace

Okay. Guys, I've been forced to write this without using anything to correct my mistakes. I can tell that with every key I touch, I am more likely to make a horrible arror. Seriously. Somebody help! I need help! If I don't get help soon, the man forcing me to do this ill violentle morder me! Help! He's grabbing my shoulders! Help! he's just ripped them off! I'M DYING!!!!!!!! JUST SOME HELP!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Dammit, he's got my spine! HELP!!!!!!!!!!! I CAN"T BREATH! HEHLP! HELP ME! I NEED SOME YHGGXCEVRCAFDXCGVHSDFVBN
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A Peculiar Sound

It's midnight, and I'm going to bed. I'm tired, and I need some rest for tomorrow's day at work. I turn off my PC's screen and I turn off the TV. I turn off the lights on the first floor and I head upstairs. I go to the bathroom, I turn on the lights, and I turn on the sink. I grab my toothbrush and my tube of toothpaste. I put on the toothpaste and I brush my teeth. I turn off the sink. I floss. I gurgle some mouthwash. I turn off the lights and head to my room. I get into bed, and I fall asleep.
It's around two in the morning now. I've awoken. I'm not sure why, but I think I can hear it. It's a strange sound coming from downstairs. I hear some strange percussion sounds. I listen closely. I can hear some sort of voice. At this point, I'm unsure what is going on, but I'm too tired to get out of bed. I feel scared. I hide under my sheets, and I fall asleep again.
I check my clock. It's almost three now. I wake up again. The sound is still there, in the same order. It's almost as if it repeats. I listen closely again, and I can hear some sort of trumpet sound. I can also hear record scratches. I wonder what's going on down there. Has someone broken into my house and started a party? I hear more. I feel more tense. I can hear the voice saying "a little bit of". A little bit of what? I listen more. I can hear some sort of steps for a dance move. My heart starts beating fast. Sweat is running down my face. The noise continues. I hide in my closet and I, through all my anxiety, fall asleep again.
I don't know what time it is. I can still hear the sound. This time, I can hear more. I can hear the voice saying "ladies and gentlemen, this is", followed by some word that starts with an M, and five. I'm terrified. I want to find what's causing this. I get out of the closet and I run downstairs. I can hear somebody counting from one through five. I can hear the record scratching getting louder. The noise is so loud.
Downstairs, I search all over the place. I grab a knife and run everywhere. I run to my basement to check. But nobody else is in my house. I then find my PC. The voice is the loudest there. I can hear the voice singing a song. Suddenly, I remember it all. I remember the the sound and the song that it is.
It's Lou Bega -  Mambo No. 5.
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A Place

This is a place. A place we have all been too, yet can't remember the horrible things we did. A place where an imagination is your only chance to survive until freedom. A place where rewards are little, and torture is plenty. A place where you can get punished just for not knowing what they want you to know, even if you are intelligent. A place where you laugh at others misery, just because it's not happening to you. A place you're forced to go to for years, yet pay. This is a place that has little breaks, and if you ask for one, you'll be scolded in front of your fellow inmates. This is the worst place I, or you, have ever went to, yet suggest others do it too. When you finally leave the place for good, you're forced to go to an even harder version of it until even older than before. This place is indescribably bad, horribly painful. This place.... is School.
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A Poem for Dolly

Dearest Dolly,
Oh, how you made me so jolly!
We would laugh, play, and have fun,
Up until the day was done.
Your deep black eyes were never dull,
Sometimes they make me shiver; from my toes to my skull.
Your porcelain face, cracked but not broken,
with deep, red lips that has never spoken.
You were my friend none-the-less,
until the day I laid my family to rest.
You cut and hacked as my family pleaded,
for your torture to end, that was not needed.
All I wanted was a friend, for sure!
But all I got was pain, slowly endured.
You sit on my desk and watch me sleep,
with you in my nightmares, every night I weep.
My day will come, as it is known,
when you slice away flesh from bone.
You’ll tear me limb from limb,
and that’s when the real torture will begin.
You’ll cut tendons and sew my mouth shut
and you’ll stick your blade straight into my gut.
You’ll cut out my entrails and make them dance,
With my intestines around your neck, you will prance.
I will beg and plea for no more,
as my blood slowly drips to the floor.
You’ll cut my eyes out, leaving only sockets.
You’ll giggle at the site, and put them in your pockets.
Why, why I will ask,
and you’ll reply it’s a needed task;
for you were cursed to bring pain to others,
whether they were your foes or your lovers.
As the light slowly dims,
you will completely ignore all my whims,
As you carve my heart out with your knife,
I’ll take my last breath of life.
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A Poem of Pure Terror

There was a ghost.
It liked Mountain Dew the most.
Other ghosts laughed at it,
Because it wasn't very fit.
The ghost liked Mountain Dew so much,
It drank a lot of it each day in a rush,
And it got a lot fatter than the other ghosts,
And turned green instead of white like the other ghosts,
Who drank plain white milk,
Which is why they were the color of silk.
White silk.
Because they drank white milk.
So anyway the ghost one day haunted someone,
And it tried to be really scary at first for fun,
But then it realized the person it was haunting
Had the answers it was wanting.
"Why am I such a fat fuck?" asked the
Ghost, duh.
The person said, "Ahhh! A spooky green fat ugly ghost!"
Then the ghost got sad and said, "Now I'm ugly too? Toast
Is my favorite breakfast food. Now what
Can I do to reduce the size of my gut?"
The person told it to get more exercise and diet
And told the ghost to try it.
So the ghost started drinking diet Mountain Dew,
But, just as in life, your mom's weight in pounds still remained over five hundred and two.
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A Pokepasta That Sucks

After making friends with the girl next door,I decided to set out on an adventure,though I knew I didn't have any Pokemon,while I was on Route 101, I heard a cry for help. When I searched for the cry for help, I noticed Professer Birch being cornered by a Poochyena. "You there! Grab a Pokeball and help!" Then I noticed the bag in the grass. "Which should I choose?" I franticly scrambled to pick up the pokeballs in front of me, but I only threw one. "Go,whatever you are!" A Mudkip jumped out of the pokeball. "Use Water Gun!" Madkap used tackle, which was weird, I could've sworn I told it to use Water Gun. Shrugging it off, Tackle One-hit KO'ed the Poochyena, but Mudkip received 1 exp, It was suppoest to earn something like 100, I should know I have it's alternate version Omega Ruby.Professer Birch took me to his pokemon lab, which then he gave me Mudkip. He asked me if I wanted to name it,and I said yes. I named her Mudsport. After a quick chat with the professer and stuff, I saved my game and opened the menu and took a look at my pokemon, then something strange happened. The screen started flashing a dark red,and each time it did,Mudkips name went from Mudsport to RUN, I quickly closed my 3DS and took a 20-minute break.When I opened it back up. The strangest thing happened,it was t Mudsport's pokeprofile, and then the game crashed. I restarted my game back up.and decided to go to Oldale town,when a man who was completely black,shirt,pants,shoes,everything,came up and told me about the Pokemart.Before he left he told me this in red text,' I kNoW WhO yOU ArE aUsTin." Before he walked off. After that happened, I closed my 3DS and hid under my bed. "How the hell did he know my name?! My trainer's name is Hotoko!" I didn't play the game for like a week. My stupid decisions lead me to eternal and emotional scaring. When I restarted my game, I was greeted with the original Alpha Sapphire intro,nothing wrong.Then my screen turned white,and he man in black came towards my screen."DoNt ThInK YoU cAN EsCaPE, BeCAuSe I WiLl aLwAyS bE WaTChiNg." Before my game crashed again.I haven't played that game in a month,yet I'm still scared to play.
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A Pokémon Creepypasta

I bought Pokémon at a car boot sale and it was covered in battery acid, and it glitched. It made my sprites look all jumbled up!
I bought a Pokémon executable file at the garage sale and when I put it in my PC Macintosh, 
I got a virus! 
I turned it on and Pikachu came on the screen, but his eyes were... oddly realistic, and blood was oozing out.
I bought a Pokémon card and it made my screen turn brown!
Needless to say, the beast was stunned! 
I... I don't remember it lookin' that way, but I kept playing on. 
And then I turned on the TV and there was SpongeBob, but it wasn't Squidward, i-it wasn't Squi-, Squidward was all upset.
I dropped my Game Boy in the toilet and I flushed it and now my Pikachu's DEAD!
I TRIED TO DROWN MYSELF IN THE OCEAN BECAUSE I WANTED TO MEET SPONGEBOB, BUT I NEVER MET HIM!
Gyarados lookin' me, he's screamin' me, and I killed him with un-
Videos
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