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Davis.exe

Update Number 1: May 11 2015, 7:47 PM.
I was watching YouTube when I got something in my mailbox. I opened the box and I wondered 'what's in the fucking box?' When I opened the box I found a disc with a caset tape. On the caset tape I was told to watch that first.
I put the casette tape in the VCR and pressed play. I was staticy and shit and I barely Jack on it. "Morgan I'm died. Don't play the fucking game. It will make you go fucking insane. From Jack and Nepgear."
I was fucking curious anyways so I put the game in the computer disc section. The screen went black for ten seconds before a logo appeared on the screen. It was a title of a normal game with a new, fake, title put over it. The fake title was Davis.exe. I wondered what the title meant until I saw the face of a new boy above the title.
It was Davis from Digimon with a peace symbol. I was worried since he had slit marks all over his face, blood coming down and he looked saddened. Like he lost a loved one. His partner Veemon look like their eye slits were gone like they had died a very terrible death.
I also noticed a number at the bottom of the screen. It was '666', and when I pressed the button to play the number changed to 13. Davis gave off a laugh and then it looked like his face tilted a little bit. He said the following words. "Welcome to my world."
That is all I remember for now. I will be updating this soon when I remember more. Thanks for believing in me so far. I really am glad you do.
Update Number 2: May 12 2015, 9:40 PM.
When I started to play the game, I remembered what it was like. Instead of choosing who I wanted to play it just said level one. With a person I had no clue who they even were. 
They looked like a mentally unstable person that was a young teenager. He had normally long hair and was looking down at the ground. "What is going on? I remember him being so nice." He said to himself and then he pulled out a card. With his ID shown on it he sighed and put it in his pocket. Not before I saw what the name in his pocket was. 
Chiro. That was the name of my player. I also looked at some of his player info. He was thirteen years old and I saw what his clothes were like fully. He had a white shirt, pants, orange gloves and orange stripes on his face. That look was familiar with me somewhere, but I just couldn't remember where. Also the name sounded like something I saw before.
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Dawson and the scary ghost

It was an ordenery day, like any other. My best friend Dawson was over at my house, and we were playing tag. What hapened next astonded me. As usual, he hid and I started counting. "1....2....3...." Poured out of my mouth, while Dawson sprented away. "58....59....60.... Ready or not here I come!" That's when I herd the scream. I knew it was Dawson, I could tell by his voice. I thought maybe he was trieing to scare me, becuase it was dark outside.
I was dazed, but I still went to go find him. I thought maybe he was hiding in the old barn. I checked there for exactly 10 minutes, and then left. I looked in the treehouse... Nope. Checked in the old sylo... Nope. It all started to come togither... He wasn't outside, HE NEVER LEFT THE HOUSE IN THE FIRST PLACE! While I was celebrating my conclision, I heard another shreek, and I new it was Dawson.
I then started wondering were he couldv'e gone in the house. I checked the attik, then the kitchen, the living room, and then there was only one place to check. "No, he could'nt of gone down there... he would never wonder into the baisement, he' to scared.
I jumped all 666 of the steps into the basement. I new it was the devil's relm, but Dawson didntt. He should have headed my warnings... but I was intent on getting my freind. I yelled out his name, and I herd him yell out mine. I started walking too my left... I knew by his calling of my naMe that I was getting closer to him... And whatever hellprawn lay in the basement. I kept walking past coridoor after coridoor. Until I saw him. And what demone garded him... "GORTHOK. I SHOULDVE KNOWN", I said. "You shoudlvee listened too me boy, I told you never to venchur here, and now youlll pay the prise."
I ran at him, to distract him so Dawson could get away. This was my fight, not his. It would've worked if I remembered he was tyed up with rope.
We then died to the hand of GORTHOK, the powerful and mighty.
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Day 11 of No Nut November

Day 11: Today was weird, to say the least. I woke up today at 6:41am to a painful yet alarmingly stimulating prickling sensation on my penis. With my better judgment being skewed by a morning haze, I let this sensation go on for a few seconds in hopes that I'd soon ejaculate and it would go away. Luckily, the pain aspect quickly brought me back to my senses and reminded me of this month-long torture session I've obligated myself to bear this year, but I digress. I rip off my boxers fast enough to see an obscure pulsating growth on my member. Though it dissipated almost instantly along with my erection, just that was enough to leave a lasting imprint on my mind. I sat still in shock for a moment before feeling around the spot where the growth previously was. Other than being slightly warm, there was no difference that I could see or feel. I gave myself an erection. Still nothing. Other than that, the rest of my day was very normal. No more growths, urges were normal, my strategy for this month is still working well; a weirdly normal day for such an insane start. I'm sat up at my computer right now writing this, dreading the next morning. Though my day was normal, this morning has been on my mind the whole time. I'll probably procrastinate sleeping until 2 or 3am. I don't know. I'm really scared.
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Day 13: How I long to be embraced in the warm bosom of my beloved

Day 37: Supplies are running low, and I fear I may not last much longer. My only respite from this nightmarish existence is the comfort afforded by my memories of the supple breasts of my beloved. I hold on to these as desperately as to life itself, for I can feel every day spent in this place gnawing, consuming my mind with a grotesque maw that only the living mind may satisfy.
Day 105: Last night a dream came to me. It took me back to my homeland, in shadows, where I was visited by ephemeral visions of the love of my life and her bountiful breasts; Bountiful, like the rolling tracts of hilled landscape they so resembled, providing life and succour to all who therein dwell, bathed in warm sunlight as they provide the sweet nectar of life's essence. Yet these visions of ample plenty evaded my touch, denying me the soft handful of trancendent pleasure that my tormented, fading mind craves.
Day 129: My time here is unending. I have built an abode for myself from stone and the ruined detritus of ages past and the remains of long since expired inhabitants of this land. Wise men say that the wisest men of all seek contentment in neither dwelling on the past not worrying about the future, but anchor themselves in the present to gain meaning and to illuminate the mysteries of the cosmos. I have taken heed of their wisdom and turned my outward facing eyes within, peering into my very mind and, thus, have been granted a vision of insight. As I opened my mind's eye a stunning apparition of my beautiful beloved appeared as her voluptuously perfect breasts washed over every corner of my consciousness, carrying my awareness itself on the immaculate splendour of their abundant curves. I could feel myself coming closer to the penultimate truth and as layers of my mind begun peeling away, she began lactating not water but the wine of knowledge from her ineffably quintessential nipples. Words and, indeed, thoughts had long since lost meaning but I understood perfectly: "Drink", she said, "Drink from mine font and thou shalt become and we give everything". I knew what needed to be done, as I had known and loved her mysteries, her laugh, and bouncing breasts in life during our earthly time together. The breasts that followed were without description.
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Day ??? Without Roblox

Day ??? without Roblox. My 'Adopt Me' pets and I have one thing in common.
We are starving.
Because of the Roblox shutdown, I have stopped eating altogether. My iPad is less crusty, but my body is becoming less able to function each day. I hath contemplated taking mine own life. But alas, tis a mistake. My parents electricity and internet bill are through the roof because I am constantly refreshing the Roblox status website. They are angry at me, so my door is locked. My fingers hurt just to type this.
Roblox, all I have is a simple plead. Please end the suffering. Bring Roblox back up as all my disorders are being affected by this and I am slowly dying of starvation and depression. If your game is not up by tomorrow. I shall commit suicide. It is merely the easy way out. If I can't play Roblox, what is life? My pop-it is not enough. I need Roblox to live. Alas, I shall farewell you all. If Roblox is not up, I will take the easy way out.
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Day Planner

On the east bank of the Susquehana river somewhere in central Pennsylvania, there is a small patch of ground where no plants will grow. At the right time of day, at the right time of year, the sun shines directly on this spot. If you stand there at precisely this time, a whirlpool in the river will appear, revealing a trap door leading to a system of identical tunnels. If you can successfully navigate through the maze of tunnels, you will find yourself face down in an alley behind an Irish pub called Kelley's just outside Boston, with no memory of how you got there. In your pocket, you will find a day planner. Important events of the future are described within, but in random order and no dates.
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Day of the Living Mayonaise

I was a lantern at Dickelodeon and was making the Spongebob episode called: "Band Geeks". But when I went home I realized that I had put in a satanic message at Patrick's: "Is mayonaise an instrument?" catchphrase. I hurried but on my way I was hungry so I went to MCDonalds and ate fries with mayonaise but the fries turned into skeletons who popped out of my bag and the mayonaise became a monster and I died.
THE END
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Day of the Pig

It was a typical Wednesday. I was laying in a dumpster behind a Wendy's, smoking heroin and snorting bath salts and drinking LSD. All of a sudden, I got the urge for some bacon. But I didn't have money for a bacon burger, so I jacked some wheels and drove down to farmer Joe's place and started gnawing on a pig's ass. Now, I hadn't seen farmer Joe since I was a kid and me and my friends used to razz him about his pig-fucking and he'd shoot at us with rock salt. But all of a sudden the door flies open and there's farmer Joe, shotgun in hand, raging about how I was about to get a belly full of buckshot. Then I hear a voice squeal out, "Yeah! Get him, pa!" and out steps the weirdest looking kid I've ever seen. It was a young boy with hooves for hands and the head of a pig -- the unholy result of farmer Joe's pastoral proclivities. I ran screaming as buckshot whizzed past my ears and the grunting pigboy dropped to all fours and gave chase.
Right now I'm hiding in my step dad's old meth trailer in the woods, listening. I know he's out there, sniffing and snuffling and grunting, trying to pick up my scent, with crazy farmer Joe right behind. Or maybe I'm still laying in the dumpster, hallucinating all this. I don't know what's real anymore!
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Day of the Zombie Wolves

Once, a long time ago, deep in the heart of a remote, uncolonized forest, there lived 10 wolf packs. They lived in peace until Akakabuto and Kaibutsu came to the forest. Akakabuto was a giant black bear with a red back and one eye. Kaibutsu, he was a giant mutated dog, who wasn't even reconizable to be a dog except for when he barked. Akakabuto and Kaibutsu rampaged on through the forest, crushing everything in their path. Even the wolves. When Akakabuto and Kaibutsu got to the edge of the forest, they met up with something they had never seen before. It was a giant monster who didn't care who he killed.
The monster killed Akakabuto and Kaibutsu then chopped up what remained of them and ate their remains. Then, a few years after Akakabuto and Kaibutsu vanished, humans started to come to the forest, colonizing the land, building settlements, and growing crops. Some of the colonists said that they heard wolf howls in the distance at night. But the others assured them that the wolves were killed by Akakabuto and Kaibutsu. They were wrong. The wolves that died came back one day. The zombie wolves walked through the forest, following their leader Gin. The zombie wolves came up on a colonist settlement and as Gin stood at the border, he said in a clear, evil, voice, "You humans think you can just come here and take over our home? Well, we, the zombie wolves, have come back to seek revenge!"
The colonists couldn't believe their eyes. Gin, the wolf who took down Hougen-sama was standing right before them! The mayor of the settlement came up and stared at Gin and said proudly, "Gin, we did not know. We thought you were dead forever. But we were wrong." Gin just stared at the mayor, his eyes full of a firey revenge and hatred for the humans.
Gin said, "You think you can apologize for your mistake?!?! You don't even know what happened to us! You humans are all alike, brainless, pathetic, and epic failures!" Gin leaped up, knocking the mayor down and ripping open his throat. Gin looked at the other humans, licking the blood from his mouth, saying, "So... Who will be next to die like your pathetic mayor has?" One human came forward, carrying a pistol. The human said, "I choose not to die by your flithy paws! If I am to die, I am to die by my own hands!" The human said as he put the pistol to his head, smiling as he pulled the trigger.
Gin looked at the human's lifeless corspe saying, "Pfft. That human had his own death planned all along. Well, if any of you want to die by our paws, stay here. If you want to live, leave this place! This forest belongs to us, the zombie wolves!" Gin said as he saw that no humans were stepping forward, but instead, they were moving back, afraid for their lives. Gin said proudly, "Then that settles it! From now on, this forest belongs to us!" So, with the humans gone, Gin and the other wolf packs lived in peace once again. But this time, they lived as zombie wolves, the un-dead wolves who were brutelly murdered by Akakabuto and Kaibutsu.
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De4th.ocx

I used to have a desire for video game programming, I even had a small video game company for PC games. One day, I needed a tool to recover a corrupted file for a game I had been working on for three months. So I looked up a tool, oddly on Google, I only found one result: GameFixer2000. I decided to get it on my other computer, in case it was a virus. After I downloaded it and tried to run it, it said de4th.ocx was missing from System32, to download it from the website. I didn't really notice it was de4th.ocx, I was tired at the time.
When it was finished, I put it in the System32 folder and registered it. Then I ran it, a poorly looking window popped up saying browse and fix, so I moved the game to the computer and it loaded the game, as if the pallets where changed to red.
I did a few secrets I added to teleport to stages, all that was wrong was the red pallet change, I can fix that in a day though, I then decided to go to bed. The next day I woke up, and oddly, my company was closed, nobody had gotten to work. I checked and nobody was there. So I went back to the computer change pallets, as well transferred the correct game to my main computer.
Half way finished, still nobody at work, an old man tapped his key at the door a few times. I went to answer it and he asked "Is this component computer games?", I replied yes, and he said "Can I come in for a moment?" Letting him in was a big mistake, he saw my red pallets and stuff, he asked, de4th.ocx? I was like wait, what? And I checked the de4th.ocx file and that's when I realized... the old man was gone.
Quickly doing a system restore and deleting all the files I made, one of my employees finally got to work, for his shift. He saw the red pallets right before I closed everything and he said "death.ocx? you can't get rid of that." in a devilish voice, I turned my head to see... he was the old man.
I turned my head to quickly call the police, I turned it back and he was gone. I still called the police anyway. When they arrived, I went in the other office to see all of my employees dead. Then when the police arrived, an officer said "why are you calling about yourself?" I then looked in the mirror to see... I was the old man.
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Dead.jpg

==Sep. 9th, 1989==
Case: 6
Several kids had been murdered mysteriously. There is no track of the killer; the only thing we know is that they had been murdered brutally. Their blood had been split on the floor and walls. However, the strangest thing is that the killer had wrote something on every murdered kid's wall. It read: "dead.jpg".
==Sep. 10th, 1989==
Case: 6
According to our searches we found a file called dead.jpg on every murdered kid's computer. It is a picture, showing a non-human creature who has black holes instead of eyes and is smiling. We think they had got it by email.
==Sep. 11th, 1989==
Case: 6
We were. Right we checked every kid's email and found an email with an attached picture called "dead.jpg". It was sent from an unknown person.
Every kid had downloaded the file on his computer and was murdered a week later..
This police file was written in 1989 and I had found it and wanted to share it with you. I think when you download the picture called "dead.jpg", the creature will kill you.
The original picture had been lost and the one I put in this article is fake. You can only see the original one if it was sent to you by email.
So whenever you get an email called "dead.jpg", delete it immediately.
This is just for your safety.
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DeadBound - The Totally Unneeded Sequel

So...eh...heheh, It's been a few months since I had a traumatic expierence with the DeadBound cartidge. I've hid it in my basement so I wouldn't touch it again. But when I was partying a couple of days ago, I drunk too much beer and said "LET'S PLAY SUM *burp* EARTHBOUND *burp" One of my friends went down to the basement to my game collection, he grabbed the unholy cartidge and he went back upstairs, he then said "IS THIS GOOD ENOUGH? *burp*" I said "HELL YEA!" He put it in my snes and a loud screech came out of the speakers, we were all too drunk to notice, I sat down to play and I started in Onett and not Ness's house, Onett was all burnt and none of the NPCs were there, as soon as I went to Twoson, it was the same thing, I walked to Threed and the zombie town...was even more horrifying. Dead bodies, burnt buildings, overpowered zombies. I finally got to fourside and it wasn't even fourside anymore, it was Gigyas's lair, with bloodstains ALL OVER. I had to much too drink so I didn't care. When I reached gigyas, pokey didn't come, only his mangled body came and fell over, then a boss battle sprung into action. Gigyas was already in his "Overpowered state" and he said the following words "ERRGH...OWWW...IT HURTS...JOHN JOHN JOHN JOHN JOHN DIE JOHN JOHN JOHN JOHN JOHN"  I attacked and it only did one damage, You cannot grasp the true form of your death! And my character died, once my character died, my heart stopped beating, I was almost dead. I was in the hospitial the next day once again, drunk and had a heart attack. So yea, I smashed the cartidge with all my might and with a sledgehammer. I put it in gamestop's dumpster and never saw it again.
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DeadEllis.exe

Let's get one thing out of the way: Left 4 Dead 2 is my personal investment. It's that addictive and fun of a co-op zombie game that it's something I've invested in for awhile. I've seen countless quirky Gmod/SFM videos, played the game for many hours, and basically knowing everything about it! Though there was one thing I didn't know about, and I wish it remained that way. I was scrolling through the bowls of the Left 4 Dead 2 workshop, looking for some obscure mods that aren't weird anime crap. Then, I saw a rather strange one on the list. It was called "DeadEllis.exe". I knew it was some dumb joke since I know about the whole stupid .exe creepypasta thing refuses to die. The thumbnail was what you'd expect. It was a low quality black and white image of Ellis smiling with MS Paint blood eyes. For the sake of having a good laugh, I decided to download it.
Needless to say, that was a decision I'd soon regret. I launched the game and went into the addon campaign tab, and enthusiastically clicked on it. The entire map was eerie, though I knew there'd be a cheap screamer out of nowhere. It was just a repeating town, with no zombies, no items, and the three other survivors were absent. I was walking around a bit, and then I get jumpscared by Dead Ellis. I was having a pretty good chuckle, and there was some crude text in comic sans that said "YOU GOT SCARED HA HA HA!", with the Trololo meme music playing with a bunch of the Dead Ellis clones dancing. Out of nowhere, the screen went to black, and the text changed to something more sinister. "That was quite funny, wasn't it? But that was just a mere trick! The real game is about to begin". I then found myself in a strange complex of rusted metal and ominous echoes. I knew there would be another cheap jumpscare, but there just... wasn't. I was wandering around aimlessly for five minutes, before stumbling upon... a person.
The "Person" was just the blank Gordon Freeman placeholder model from Half-Life 2. He told me this: "I'd thought you'd fall for my trap, now it is time to suffer!". He proceeded to trap me in a room full of tanks that were shadow colored, and they all made terrifying distorted sounds as they pursued me. Trying to shoot them did not work, and even when I died, the whole thing repeated! I tried exiting the program, but it did not work! I proceeded to shut off my pc, and the last thing that appeared on my PC before shutting down was another message
"I'll be waiting..."
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