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Welcome to Black Mesa

"Good morning, and welcome to the Black Mesa Research Facility..."
As the Black Mesa Tram Announcement System spoke, I just watch some things that are part of the tour-like train leading to the Lab. Anyway first off, I saw Calhoun banging on the door that the door seems to be stuck...
"This train is inbound, from Area 3 Dormitories to Sector 6 Test Labs and Control Facilities."
There's even a large Napalm Missile at the Facility and I don't know. Before, on my first days here on Black Mesa, we are working and making some radioactive materials that were used to make a nuclear bomb, a napalm bomb, and more for the military...
"Do you have a friend, or relative, that will make an excellent addition to the Black Mesa team? Current bio-hazard screenings will-"
"I do have a friend. His name is Barney Calhoun, 27 years old, like me. And a Undecided Major. Man... It is 8:47 AM, and I'm starting to wish I should have not watch those MLP vids on the internet with my friend."
"Now arriving at Sector 6 Test Labs and Control Facilities. Please check your belongings so non of them are lost. And wait for the security guard to open the door. Have a safe, and productive day!"
And now I arrive, I will go to the Test Chamber to do my job...
Other pastas in this series:
:>Introduction
:>Part 1: Anomalous Materials
:>Part 2: Unforseen Consequences
:>Part 3: Office Complex
:>Part 4: We've Got Hostiles!
:>Part 5: Blast Pit
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Welcome to Hell

Ah, hello. I see you finally arrived Mr... Streign is it? Viktor Streign? By the look on your face, I can see that you are confused. Well, let me just be the first to welcome you to Hell. I'm Beelzebub, Satan's Number 2 and consultant. I don't usually meet with our new guests, but with you I had to make an exception. Now, here's something you need to know-we pride ourselves on the method of working hard. If you work hard enough, you get higher in the corporation. Of course, you'll never go "up there" but you can still get easier jobs as time passes. The more heinous the crime the lower you start, of course.
Now sir, I understand your fear and curiosity but please refrain from looking at the sacrifices. It tends to disrupt their blood flow, and that's the most important part of the job. The demons work hard enough to give them the proper ratio of blood flow to pain-1:99. Anyway, I'm still waiting on your files to get here so I can assign you to your post.
Until then, let us continue the tour of Hell. Trust me when I say this'll be your best chance to get any look at anything other than your job for the next few thousand years. Now, through here you'll see the first really important place to AVOID. This is where we keep our..."special" pet. Now just through here. Down boy, down. I know he smells good, but you can't eat him yet. If you do it this early, then you won't get any treats. Sorry, Cerberus is a little feisty when it comes to potential food.
Now where was I? Ah, right. We need to continue with the rest of the tour...which will not happen because Zackary has just given me your files. He's the head demon in charge of information. If it wasn't for him, this place would be chaos. We don't really like chaos despite what people think. We prefer torture to be orderly.
It helps the job if everything runs efficiently. Now, why are you here... Ah ha! There you are! Oh dear. Seems you were a terrorist who died destroying a hospital. Tisk tisk. I have one job that can be done given this. How do you feel about turning dung?
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Welcome to the Arena

I have been having some really weird dreams lately. But there is one thing I don't get. They are always the same. The dream starts off with me in a preparation room. I ask this man what is going on and he tells me I have a fight to the death in two minutes. It goes black and before you know it I'm in an arena.
There is three other people fighting against me, a free for all. The first man to die has the most painful death of them all. His hand is chopped off, and he is then thrown on to a metal spike that goes through his head. Another fighter picks him up and cuts his stomach open and pulls all his organs out and starts to eat them. While I was watching that I was also fighting. I completely decapitated this person. There was nothing left of him, just body parts. Then it was me and the other person. Before I could hit him he cut out my eyes and threw them across the arena. I then saw my body....get cut into pieces.
I woke up from the dream and was in a dark room. I was nailed against the wall. I saw a black figure come towards me. He started murmuring something then it went black. I then woke up outside. My legs were gone. Doctors said I went crazy. I went on a killing spree in my sleep. I then cut off my own legs and cut out one of my eyes. No matter what, I always see this black figure in the corner of my eye.
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Wendigo, Wendigo

He watches you, smells your flesh
You watch yourself bleed, not knowing, nor caring, that you are dying
How could he have done such a thing?
How could you have done such a thing?
Stealth like, he advances on you
You still don't see him
He uses your pain as an invitation
He says that he can deal a painless death - however, you don't know he's lying
You haven't gotten a thing to live for anymore
He knows this
While he addresses you like a gentlemen, you smell blood
Maybe you smell your own blood
He smells it, too, and wants it
Smiling, he shows you how simple it is.
You don't know until it's too late, what happened to the others
He, this monster, killed them
Now, he plans to kill you
You recongize this monster
He makes you see how pained he is
Makes you see how badly he needs your flesh
Compelled to help, you allow him to slit your wrists
One cut, after another, until the skin is no longer there
He smiles at your sudden realization
Your realized that he had betrayed you
But, it's too late for you, now that you gave him permission to kill you
Too bad, you'll be awake for everything
You watch in horror, as he takes his knife
And uses it to relieve you of your left arm
Blood is everywhere, and you begin feel a bit dizzy
You can feel how he slids off your shoe, and takes off all your toes
He lets you lay down
He lets you cry
You try to yell, but he won't let you do that
To keep you from screaming, he cuts away at your jaw, until you can't talk anymore
He stands, watching you suffer
How stupid you've been, giving yourself to a monster
He knows you'll die slowly, and takes pity on your mangled soul and body
He sends you across, with one final blow to the chest with his knife.
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Weregrinches

"Weregrinches are imaginary creatures that only imagined in the minds of the mentally retarded, mostly those with Asperger's Syndrome. There is only one in existence today, and some have argued over its existence by their opinions or by banning it from website that this creature has traveled. The origin of the weregrinch is Transylvania, Romania, where many other supernatural creatures have come to existence. The Romanians have solely tried to hunt the weregrinch for its eggs and its meat and fur, but an unknown identity from Metokur.org has identified it, and had it transported to Auckland, New Zealand (Australia); there are rumors that the beast presides in Wairau Valley, though this has not yet been confirmed.
There have been rumors that Jim Carrey bit the Romanian under this curse and turned them into a weregrinch. The weregrinch is a foul creature, trolling through night and day on the Internet, which is its favorite hobby. The weregrinch's natural enemies are people, administrators, Metokur.org members, Slapstick Anarchy, Encyclopedia Dramatica, or anyone that says that the weregrinch does not exist. There have been sightings of the weregrinch, and the person infected with this virus presides in a type of home and transported by wheelchair van. There have been attempts to terminate the life of the person with the weregrinch curse by taking it in a wheelchair in mid-air over a volcano. The one questioned had mentioned that upon attempting to do so, they had seen Satan and several demons holding what looked like a chubby werewolf costume open for this person to fall into.
The weregrinch is questioned to be a female, though there have been false claims that it is a male. It can be heard at least 500 miles away, with a distinct voice that has a "hurr" sound to it. This has been rumored to be its 'mating call'. If seen up close, the weregrinch has an overactive saliva gland, making it look to have the appearance of a dog. The level of intelligence the weregrinch has has been observed and recorded to be about the level of a preschool age, with a sub-intelligent adversity for art and drawing or creation. It sheds its fur all year round, and its fur is that of a distinctive shag/cyan color."
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Werid day

So I began my day reading some poke Creepypastas because my mate Max likes pokémon a lot and we watched the easter egg on silver after we read this we watched the video below and after the scary picture, weird things started to happen. Here is a list:
1. I desided to play Minecraft and went on a sever called craftsnow.net and then everyone left the sever and someone called. Clownface joined but however when I pressed tab his name did not show up, then he said I KILL YOU all in caps that he would normally get kicked for but no he was not a admin show a asked to tpa to him and to my shock his skin was in 3D! After that Max fainted.
Still looking for iders anthing to do with a video game and please correct my spelling.
so then we decided to play Happy Wheels and a weird face started singing: "No christmas for you!" over and over again, and an object moved, we got realy freeked out. Normaly his character his skin on Minecraft had changed to the tails doll from Sonic.
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What's going on?!

Hi everybody. Longtime lurker here but I think something is going on. You see I live in a quiet neighborhood of a city on the edge of a forest. There's a rather large onion festival every year and lots of biker gangs roll into town for it. Sometimes my aunt Cecile prepares a blooming onion for the locals-only decorative competition but usually she only gets a participation award since the biker judges consider it derivative of the Outback Steakhouses they frequent across the country. Anyways, sometimes at night I find myself watching pirated reruns of Cheers with only one light on in the house on the third floor and then something strange happens.
My dog lucky is usually the first one to notice. I'll be sitting there in my snuggie when his ears perk up and -well, his ears don't really perk up. You see he was raised as a fighting dog so the ears were clipped when he was little. So sad. But he's happy now don't worry. And when his ear stumps perk up he raises his head and stares at the hallway door. There weren't any sounds or movement. Sometimes then I'll feel a chill and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up since that's the only place on my body I don't shave. I imagine the hairs would stand up somewhere else too but I have this weird thing and I probably shouldn't get into it here but I suppose it started with this one time I went to the zoo and fell in the pit with a hairless bonobo and it just sort of dug its way into my psyche. So I'll go over and check the hall and there's nothing there but this keeps happening!
I told my warlock demagorgon uncle about it and he said it could be a great slor of zuul since they have a fixation on off-the-wall 80s nostalgia and it'll probably go away after I join him on his spirit quest next lunar eclipse. I don't really want to try peyote with my uncle since he's been in and out of prison a few times.
Am I good?
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What's happening to this site? (Serious)

I clicked on a link to read a spooky story but instead I shit my pants and it leaked down my leg and on to the floor and when I went to stand up I slipped on my own shit and fell backwards into my poop and I was covered in my own poop and shit and then at that exact moment my mom walked into the room and saw me covered in my own poop on the floor moaning cause it hurt my back when I fell but now she thinks I have some poop fetish and I don't know what to do plz send help
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What A Day

The leaves were beautiful that day.
As I gazed longingly out my bedroom window, I saw a light veil of snow covering everything outside.
It was sunny, but not too much, which was unusual for autumn.
I sighed. There, from the view on the second floor of the house, I saw the postman drive by and drop off some mail for my neighbors.
It was positively perfect, so serene and peaceful. I loved days like those the most.
I opened my sketchbook and took another look through the glass barrier. I wasn't a serious artist or anything like that- no, but I did love drawing things here and there.
I was taking a walk by myself through the park. Breathing the crisp, fall air and just absorbing in the atmosphere.
I smiled while I reminisced, and picked up a simple, mechanical pencil.
There seemed to be... oh, how do I even begin to describe it? There was a certain electricity surrounding everything. I felt... I felt as though nothing could go wrong that day.
I marked a small, dark-grey line on the drawing paper.
I met a gal... her name was Monica.
I stalled my art for a moment, remembering her.
What an interesting woman she was.
My green eyes wandered over the simple line that I had made on the blank canvas.
She'd asked me the directions to the nearest bookstore, and told me she was new in town.
Picking up my pencil and bringing it down again, I made curved line attached to the prior.
I mentioned that I didn't know where one was as either, but that I'd be glad to help her search.
A soft smile grew on my features.
She said to fuck off and then she stabbed me.
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What Color is This Dress?

What color is this dress? Is it blue and black? Or is it gold and white?
The answer is that, in reality and in accordance with the rules of what human society has determined to be color: the dress is indeed blue and black. It can appear to be gold and white because of how shoddy the quality of the image and its lighting are. If all you see is gold and white still, here's a hint: squint, and if your monitor is adjustable, turn it physically upward. Perhaps back away a few feet, if you must. Concentrate on the dress itself: ignore the lighting. Cover as much as possible of the really light parts with your hand, if you're still not seeing what many perceive to be the truth. Do you see blue and black now?
If you don't: don't worry about it. There isn't anything directly serious or creepy about this dress or its colorful controversy. It all has to do with human perception.
Color is not a physical property in and of itself per se, but the result of how the human retina interprets measures of wavelength. Your friend saying gold and white isn't necessary wrong, nor is your aunt who is screaming up and down that it's blue and black as the night. Again: it's a matter of lighting and human perception. Those who say white and gold are simply operating on an alternate layer of human perception, based on an 'outside' condition.
So yes. That's the story of the controversial dress that broke the Internet. Nothing more and nothing less.
Ah. Actually, I do have one more element of this to add...
While you were fascinated over the true color of this dress: internet neutrality was voted on. The long-time beloved television and film star Leonard Nimoy passed on. And if you had any other suspicions--any suspicions at all--about anything other than this dress... you might have missed on something that would otherwise be very important to you.
Perilous actions occurred, and paper and cyber trails were covered up, and will never be discovered. This was all in the time that you and your kind were concentrating on that dress. Believe me: I know.
And would you like to know why?
The answer is actually kind of funny: as it is also a matter of human perception... and light, though of more than just a physical sense.
Many interpret me as being red, yellow, and sometimes, black. In short: I am the fire and brimstone. And I am enjoying every single last moment of your... fascination.
I am Satan.
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What Could Possibly Go Wrong?

I went to go visit my grandmother at her cottage in the woods, to help her move furniture. She said that there was old stuff in the attic from my childhood from the 90's. So I went up, got a box that said my name on it, and looked through it.I saw some garbage pail kid cards, A vhs of the breakfast club, and my vintage Gizmo doll from Gremlins.But then at the way bottom, I found some old video games I used to play as a kid like Super Mario World, Sonic 2, Crash Bandicoot, and Doom for the Atari Jaguar. I loved those games as a kid, but there were some bad ones like the Bubsy Games.Even with the bad games, I took the box of memories and left my grandmother's on a good note.When I got home, I immediately wanted to try out the Bubsy games to see if they had any decent aspects about them. I first played Bubsy one on the Sega Genesis. I always remembered I never got pasted the first level.So I picked up a stradegy guide called "Games that suck", to help me with the game. But it was still hard, even with the guide. So I stopped playing, and put in Bubsy two in the Super Nintendo and sat flat on the couch. Bubsy two was just like the first, the first level was hard. So I got out the jaguar, cleaned the dust off the black jag, and played me some Bubsy. It was the same thing like one and two, the first level is hard!!!!!!! This got me a little curious, but then I realized that a text of words popped up saying "What could possibly go wrong". I got teriffied, so I turned off the TV, and immediately went to bed. During the night, I heard the TV on, and it was playing Bubsy's pilot episode (only episode). Now it was really terriffied, but I was curious about Bubsy 3D, So I put it in my ps3 and tried to figure out why this character is creepy. If you don't touch the controller for a couple seconds, he will mess with yor TV, changing the volume and channels. The game is not hard, but boring. I decide not to play Bubsy games anymore, but make sure you have a cross, just in case the following words appear on your television, "What could possibly go wrong"?
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What Dustin Saw

Doctor's Journal #43332 This is Dr. John Rohnson recording the events of the days spent with patient Dustin Dohnson. These are being documented so the authorities can use them in accord a law.
Day 1 Jamuanry 3rd, 2024 I met new patient Dustin Dohnson today. His parents seemed nervous and droped him off quickly I noticed with my awareness. Dustin, roughly 20-22 years old. Male. Sex: M. I observed something unusual almost immediately. When he loocked at things on my desk (like diplomas and note pads and trophies) they would move on their own! I amsked Dustin how he do that and he looked at the sky towards the hevans above and sad "I don't. I just ask them things to moving nad they moving where I ask." I threw up all over the place.
Day 4 Jimuarny 35rd, 2024 Dustin's second appointment with seeing me for his powers. I stopped his momma as she was puking towards her car. I sad we might have aproblem with sweet young Dostin. She said that I had a porblme now and she puked all over her car. I t was a cool car too. I went back inside and Dustin had floated hiself all the way to the ceiling and was walking on my ceilings! I screamed for Dustin to come right on down and to stop being such a wicked bad boy but he just laughed a satan laugh. It was so chilling I puked everywhere. Then he puked fro mseeing me puke that he puked which felle down right onto top of my doctor head. This made me puke more. I gave him medical pills from my doc pad.
Day 18 Janjan 37th, 2024 I called my friend The pOpe who came immediately when I said my name and I had a satan boy to cure. He flew into my bulding and was waitng when his parents arrived. When they tried too leav e I jumped from the roof onto them as the Pope cornered Dustin in a corner while waving a torch. I climbed off his mma and papa and sed thet their child was a satan child and they looked at each other 4evr. I had time to run off and puke and come back. They sed the dad wasn't the dad and I was like whaat". The momy had gone a cruz to Hatey about 20 years ago and did the wild thing with a voodo god. She said that made the satan child. The popa looked shamed. I hugged him real hard. We all cried sitting indian style in the parking lott. We took turns puking into the campfire we made. This released the satan from the family and we all puked a sigh of releife. IN side however my best man, THE POPE, had beeten Dustin to the death with his torch. He said "satan offsprings ain't got no place in my town!" I told the parents.
Day 367 January 14th, 2025 Dustin's parents finally came and collected his spooky ass bones.
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What Goes BANG in the Night

One dark, stormy night I could hear a loud thumping noise coming from my parents bedroom. Figuring it was just my parents getting it on, I simply put my pillow over my head and tried to GO TO SLEEP.
The next morning, I walked downstairs and found my mom was making herself a cup of coffee. I walked up to her and asked, "Mom, why do you have to be so loud when you and dad are fooling around?" My mom looked at me with a puzzled look on her face, "Honey, your dad is in Vegas on a business trip."
My eyes grew wide with fear. "THEN WHO WAS FUCKING MY MOM!?!?!"
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