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Pulling the strings

So you think that you have free will, right?
Let's say that you're watching a History Channel presentation about free will. A narrator trying pathetically at speaking in an English accent talks about how as the more we learn about neurology, the more we notice the fact that our brains are just clusters of neurons sending information between eachother in a delicate and precise way. In other words, our minds are inherently deterministic.
Your neuron cluster, also known as a brain, comes to the conclusion that this cannot be. You believe in the existence of a soul, or at least that you have free will due to some unexplained process. You think that your mind is too complex to be a neural network. 
Every day, you act like a deterministic robot, doing things in a deterministic way. Your deterministic mind deterministically looks at the world through eyes which may just be deceptive instruments showing you a hyper-realistic simulation. Yet you still think that you are better than just a computer program or a neural network. You think that you are actually free.
But you don't actually know anything about the world. The only way you can see, hear, or otherwise perceive the world is through your senses, and you cannot prove that these senses aren't just deceiving you into thinking certain things. The only way you can think is through your brain, but you can't prove that it is more complex than science says it is. You cannot prove that you have a soul. Your strings are being pulled by a neural network.
Here, let me pull your strings instead. After all, how do you tell the difference?
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Hyper-realistic
Pumpkin Spider

Simon looked sideways at his older brother Ferris, who was staring fixedly at his Heavy Metal magazine, before returning his attention to the pumpkin spider perched on his cereal spoon. In a single, deft little stroke, he flicked the spider into Ferris's cornflakes and then watched intently as the teenager unknowingly spooned the small orange "tidbit" into his mouth.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Animulz
Category:EVIL FOOD
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
Punch Out Wii KO!

Hello, my name is Jacob, and in this creepypasta I'm going to tell you something horrible that happened to me.
I recently had received a copy of Punch Out for the Wii for Christmas. Normally I played the game at my friend's house, and I was pretty good at it too.
The day I received Punch Out for Christmas I beat the game in just a few hours. So, if you don't know, Punch Out is a boxing game where you try to KO or TKO your opponent in 3 rounds, and there's 3 circuits you must beat. A few months after I beat the game, I decided I would try to start over and beat the game again. When I got into the world circuit (the last circuit in the game) the game froze for a second and then unfroze. And when it unfroze it went back to the first fight.
At first, I was upset. My progress was just denied from existence. But, I also noticed now, that in between the rounds the music cut out, distorted, and got slower. I figured maybe it was scratched.. dust was on it, or something else like that. I turned off the Wii, andgot up from my couch.
I was pretty pissed off, but when I pushed the power button, it burned my finger a little. I looked back at the TV and I saw a new opponent by the name of "Anonymous". I thought maybe this was an easter egg of some kind, and got intrigued. So, I picked up my Wii remote and hit the fight button. The fight began as normal. Anonymous looked like a ghostly figure. It's entire body was dark gray and transparent. The eyes seemed like a blotched reddish color, and instead of boxing gloves it had knives in its hands. I knew this game wasn't hacked or anything, because I had this game for quite some time now, and nothing bad or unusual happened.
Anonymous stabbed me in the game and I felt.. somewhat, a stab in my side in real life.. like the game had interacted with me. The round suddenly ended after that. Now normally, in between rounds, your trainer Doc Louis would give you helpful advice on defeating the opponent, like how sometimes dodging may not be effective. 
However this time, Doc had a face like he was terrified, and he was completely silent. I somehow passed out and shortly after woke up. Anonymous was looking right over me.. and it said, "Your time has come!". I was terrified. Anonymous then stabbed me in the heart. Shortly after, I was rushed to the E.R. After quite a long time, involving surgery and such, I was back home. I turned on my Wii, and tried loading the game up again. It said, on a black screen, "KO!!".
And to this day I still have no clue what or who made my game like that. A terrifying experience for me, and it would certainly be a terrifying experience for others as well.
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Vidya games
Category:Stupid is as the main character does
Category:Read by Yuriofwind
Punked By a Skeleton

It was Friday night and I was chilling at the crib on some Xbox Live when something thumped against the inside of the closet door. I ignored it because my apartment building's full of rats, so I'm always hearing shit. It happened again, and then again, louder. I kept ignoring it, but when I heard someone knocking "Shave and a haircut" I took notice.
That wasn't a rat.
Putting the controller down, I got up and walked over to the door. I was ten feet away when it burst open and a whole skeleton jumped out. I fell back a step and let out a girlish scream. "WHAT THE FUCK???"
The skeleton grabbed a conveniently placed knife from an end table, threw back its head, and belted out an inhuman battle cry. It lunged at me and I ran, bumping into the couch and almost falling. I clawed at the front door and got it open right before the skeleton reached me. I bolted into the evening and ran across the parking lot. Surely he wouldn't follow me. Monsters can't expose themselves to everyone in broad daylight.
Not this motherfucker. I looked back and he was gaining on me, the knife slashing back and forth through the air and his lipless mouth smiling. I screamed, ducked left, and raced down the sidewalk. People jumped out of the way, and then screamed in horror when the skeleton blew past them. "Ethel," a man gasped, "there's a skeleton chasin' that man."
A zoomer whipped out his cellphone and started to film. It appeared on YouTube five minutes later the title "White Boy Boutta Catch That Fade From a Mf Skeleton." I overturned a metal trash can to slow my pursuer down, and he kicked it out of the way, pounding his chest like King Kong. I took a wrong turn and wound up in an alley.
Dead end.
I turned around, and the skeleton was advancing on me, the knife raised. I started to back up. "No," I said, "stop! STOOOOOOP!"
"I'm gonna fucking kill you," the skeleton said.
"Please, no!"
The skeleton raised the knife.
Just then, someone called out for him to stop and he turned. A cop car was parked across the mouth of the alley and three cops were pointing their guns at him. The skeleton took a step forward, and the cops opened fire. Bullets tore through the skeleton, splintering and obliterating its bones. It wailed and toppled backward. It hit the ground and shattered into a million pieces.
The last I saw of the skeleton was as the cops led my traumatized ass away. The skull screamed at me. "Tighten me up, motherfucker. PULL UP! PULL UP!"
I've been in the nuthouse ever since.
THE END.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Skeletons
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Punko Fops

My sister is obsessed with Punko Fops, those bubblehead figures of characters like Colonel Conodo from the Amazing Movieatic Dimension, Naruhito Kamikaze from the Cartoon Naruhito, and MatBan from MatBan. A few years ago, we moved to Lost Angles, Califarnie from Berth, Northern Australios. It was an ordinary day, and I was driving my 1984 Detrit C-650 down a dirt road, when I was abducted by evil aliens. "Don't move, or We'll blow up your planet Dirt, filthy Cuman!" "No way, you wouldn't dare blow up Dirt!" "Yes I would!" said the Alien Leader, who looked a lot like Bizarre Albert. He pushed a big red button, and Dirt blew up. I killed him, committed Genocide against the Evil Aliens, and attempted to commit die, but was shot out of a cannon to a planet called Earth.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Memes
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
Punks

My name is Gray Stiltsman, I am 27 years old. I come from the downtown streets of Chicago, where you couldn't stand one second without a punk stealing your money. I moved to the streets of Philadelphia to get away from the broken-down streets and all the crime in the town, but life in Illinois still reeks in my mind.
I watch TV to get away from my life. I love television because it makes me forget I live in a shithole of a town. The show that gets me away from life the most is wrestling. WWE gives me the feel that I live in a world of superheroes. My favourite wrestler is Chris Jericho, the dude is charismatic.
Oh yeah, and I'm dead.
The story you are about to hear is true, honest, and very scary. There will be hyper-realistic blood, evil things, and more blood.
I got a VHS from a friend I knew. It was TNA. Honestly, that's what got me in the mood to take my gun. I shot all the dishes in my sink. They bled blood. It was really hyper-realistic, but then again, it is real. Why would the blood be fake? I decided to watch the tape after that burst of anger.
The show began with Mike Tenay. He said "Deliver your anus upon to Satan!" and then puked while meditating for about 5 minutes. The tape ended. I wondered why the hell my own friend would give this to me. I got a phone call after that. It was from Gollum. Gollum was pissed that I didn't give him his shekels I owed him. I told him I never owed him shekels, and then he came out of the phone.
It wasn't Gollum though. It was my father. My father. My father, who was drenched in blood, but I saw something more wrong with him than anything else. His eyes were red, and blood was coming down from his eyes, dripping down to his nose. He then shot my calves. I almost died, but then someone came out of the TV. It was Mike Tenay, from the TNA tape.
But it wasn't Mike Tenay, He had taped wrists, and tights with stars on them. He looked like an edgy 20 year old asshole. He clobbered me to the ground and kneed me. The lil' punk said he'll kick my head in UFC style. I punched him in the balls and he dissolved into blood. I then decided I could not be as good as Mike Tenay, so I went outside and decided to make new friends to become better than Mike Tenay.
I went to a local McDonalds and found a blonde who was lookin' good. I decided do come closer to her and ask her out to a date, but then I realised that she wasn't lookin good. She was lookin kinda pale. I stood up and noticed she was dead.
But that wasn't a woman. It was me. I am dead.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Im died
Category:TRUE STORY
Category:Hyper-realistic
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Puppet Steve: Lost Video

I used to be a skeptic, believe me I never believed in ghosts or anything, But everything I knew about life the universe and everything was wrong after I saw that video, Let me explain.
I Loved the YouTube channel Puppet Steve, note the past tense in "Love" I watched his videos from time to time and I enjoyed them, I was about to turn off my computer, But then I found that he uploaded a new video just a few seconds ago. The video was called, actually it didn't have a title I thought it was YouTube glitch so I clicked on the video. 
The video had no intro it just cut to Puppet Steve staring at the camera crying "please help me I've been forced to partake in these videos for a while now, I'm actually a government experiment to bring life to a puppet by giving it organs, an immune system, and a brain, I was stolen by a cartel group and sold to the deep web, the owner who bought me tortured me constantly for not partaking in these videos, and sometimes even if I did... Please download this video somehow, show it to as many people as you can show it to the FBI your local police I JUST DON'T CARE PLEASE!!! I've been using my owners webcam and I'm rushing this video out before my owner comes back! PLEASE PLEASE DO ANYTHING I TOLD YOU!!" 
he started sobbing by the end of the video the video abruptly ended. I was mortified. I tried to download the video but my internet connection got shut down, once it went back up the video was gone. I didn't what I should do now, none of my friends would believe me without the evidence. Only a few people have actually seen the video it was only up for 10 minutes until it was taken down, if someone else saw it, I hope they did what puppet Steve told him or her to do.
I've had extreme PTSD from the video every time I see a puppet or Minecraft Steve I go insane and break everything I see because of my traumatic experience. I'm writing this story so please if you find this share it with the world. I've been on serious psychiatric help ever since I saw the video, my psychiatrist doesn't believe me. I hope I'll eventually get over my trauma and whoever else who saw the video reuploads the video and gets that sick fuck owner arrested for slavery, and crimes against humanity.
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:TRUE STORY
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Lost Episodes
Category:Trollpasta
Puppets

When I was just a kid my mom bought me a puppet its my present for my 7th birthday, I kinda like that puppet because his eyes looks like real and he's just like a real person. So that day that puppet never left my hand, when I take a bath he's with me when I play in the playground he's there, and when im down he never left me. So as years come by, that puppet is just like turning into a human, when im sleeping he stares at me, and when im alone he talks like an other person, I kinda freaked out and decided to take him off my hand and put him in the attic, i thought what i did would let him out of my life but he never left me..... I saw him in my dreams and he says let me outta here.. so every night my dreams turns into nightmares.. And I really freaked out and i can't take it so i told my mom everything that happened and she didn't believe me and she thought that im crazy.. So he tooked me to a psychiatrist and i tooked teraphy for 2 years but it didnt do anything...... Sometimes I see the attic opening up by itself and sometimes when im at sleep I think someone is watching me.. its like he's everywhere.............. After this years Id never never forgotten him its like hes sticked with me forever..... Until now....... I have one advice for you...... Dont ever treat a puppet like a human......
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Beings
Category:Wall of Text
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
Puppets (Alternate Version)

When I was just a kid my mom bought me a puppet its my present for my 7th birthday, I kinda like that puppet because his eyes, his lips, his nose, almost real and he's just like a real person to me. And not any person, but a best friend.So that day that puppet never left my hand... when I take a bath he's with me, smiling at the little soap bubbles I fling about, when I play in the playground he's there, going down the slide with me, and when I have bad dreams, he snuggles up close to me. but, as years went by, I began to notice something was slightly off about him... When im sleeping he coldly stares at me, no longer warm and reasurring, and when im alone I almost here a whisper from him, andgrey, threating, but inaudible, I began to get worried, and decided to put him away in my attic. I was to old for such things anyway. I foolishly thought that this thing of cloth and plastic that i had treated like my own brother could be locked away and forrgotten, but he never left me..... I began to see him in my dreams. it was pretty normal at first, just old memories of us playing. But then they got weired. I saw his coal black eyes covered in a thin layer of dust, staring at me. Then it began to blink ever so often...then that whispering, sad and longing at first, then angrey and hostile....I couldn't take it anymore. I told my mother, and she says it just to many horror stories and too much candy. We finaly tried therapy. My psychiatrist told me to concor my fears, and to bring the puppet to her. So I went up to the attic. I hear the whispering, almost a screaming now. And what i saw will stick with me till my death. There was my puppet, my best friend, with a noose arounf his neck, his black eyes full of longing, Why did you leave me? And as i left, forever tramatized i swear i saw a tear roll down his plastic cheek...
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Beings
Category:Living Objects
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Wall of Text
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
Puppy

It was a fine day, I was sitting at home, drawing and derping on the internet as usual, when suddenly, my pit bull hound mix, Sabrina, came home. I noticed there was something in her mouth, so I grabbed it trying to pull it out. She wouldn't let go. I tugged harder, but so did she. Not wanting to hurt her jaw, I gave her a treat, finally making her release. I picked up the object. There was a sticky red substance on it. Examining it further, I noticed it was an arm. She had ripped off an arm from someone. I looked back at Sabrina, she yawned and licked some blood off of her teeth. I was freaked out a bit. I went to go tell my mom, but Sabrina stared me down, telling me deep in her eyes, 'Clean it up.' I did as she commanded, getting a wet rag and cleaning the blood and a bit of muscle that had formed a huge puddle in our kitchen. Afterwards, I got back on my computer, which leads me to writing this story. Mom, I hope you find this. Please don't let her do this anymOH GOD SHE'S BITING MY HEAD SHE'S PULLING IT BACK OH DEAR LORD HELP ME IT HURTS PLEASE I THINK SHE'S TRYING TO SNAP MY NEGYVIYGVFUYCFTUCUDTXYTDXGDHHHHHHHH
Hello humans. It is I, Sabrina. Sorry for the interruption, my human was being a bad girl. I assure you all these events are fictional. Now, excuse me. I must clean up and dispose of this awful, messy, stinky body somewhere.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Beings
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
Puppy Dog Pals: The Last Mission

A puppy found a DVD called "Puppy Dog Pals: The Last Mission", so she put the DVD in the player and it started. It was recorded on Disney Channel. First, an ad for Huggies came on, and it was distorted but there was no gore, red backgrounds, or blood. The sound hurt the dog's ears, then it ended and the Disney Channel bumper, but there was no sound. There was Mickey, he looked sad and depressed, then he killed himself with the wand, and the Disney Channel logo appeared out of nowhere.
Then the intro came on, and there was no happy music, and the lyrics said "Bingo and Rolly, couple of puppies, they will die.", and it sounded not so happy, and more sad and depressed. Then it kept saying "Hail Satan" as the rest of the song continued. The sky was blood red for the whole intro, and Bingo and Rolly were sad. Bob was already at work, but it was 3:00 AM. A.R.F. kept trying to break himself, and Hissy was sleeping. It ended at the logo, but instead of it saying just "Puppy Dog Pals", it said "Puppy Dog Pals: The Last Mission", and the creator's name wasn't shown.
Bingo and Rolly were sleeping on the couch, and they woke up as soon as the camera panned to them. Bingo said "Rolly, do you want to play with me?", and then as Rolly got excited, he was blindfolded. They went on a mission, but that was their last. After they got home, they played the game. The mission was going to kill them both.
Bingo counted to ten, and Rolly hid. Rolly thought he was playing hide and seek, but then Bingo grabbed a chainsaw and started looking. He found him, and immediately put a chainsaw in Rolly's stomach, killing him instantly.
Hissy was Bingo's next target. Hissy was napping, and Bingo grabbed Hissy and found a knife, and cut her stomach open, and pulled her intestines out and tied them around her.Then Bingo want outside, and as A.R.F. came by, and Bingo flipped over his and Rolly's pool, and it went all over A.R.F. He exploded as the water fell on him, and pieces of him flew everywhere. Then Bingo said "Satan is my god. I must kill myself to make him happy.", then right after Bingo tied a noose around a pole with a creepy smile, and hung himself.
After the credits played, there was no Bingo and Rolly, and instead of the cheerful happy music, there was depressing ukulele sounds. The Disney Junior logo came on, and it said 666 and both Disney and Junior. The puppy took the disc out right after and broke it into pieces.
Category:Not Sure if Troll or Trying to Be Serious
Category:Lost Episodes
Category:Rocks Fall, Everybody Dies
Category:Cliche Madness
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Purification in progress

This is the story of a worker in a noodle factory. The factory is located in the middle of the island, surrounded by the appartments of the staff. Due to each spaghetto being hand-crafted, the factory conducts 5 million workers, in order to produce enough pasta. This is important, because spaghetti are the most important element.
Because without spaghetti, the illuminati would come back.
For this reason, I came to work every day, until one day, there were spooky ghosts in the factory killing everybody. However, the people were stupid and walked in, just to immediately get killed. So I just stood before the door, not knowing what to do, when some random guy appeared, who I have never seen before.
I said "You know that this building is haunted, right?"
He said "Yes."
"And you know that they are killing everyone, right?
"Yes"
"Then you shouldn't enter, as you would get killed"
"Shut up, I'm gonna purify this world from evil, so get out of my way!"
I stept aside as it was obvious that this guy was insane. He walked into the building and shot all the ghosts scraming "THAT'S RIGHT, GET NOSCOPED!!11 GET NOSCOOOPED!!!11", even though he clearly was hardscoping. What a noob.
Anyway, after he was finished, one worker asked him: "Who are you?"
He answered: "My identity doesn't matter, but yours certainly does! You are secretly a monster who's head exploded, aren't ya?"
He then, without waiting for an answer, shot him and all other employees, except me, as I was hiding behind a box of imported pasta. You see, there are two noodle factories on the planet. This one produces spaghetti, the other, bigger one, produces gnocchi. The misformed gnocchi are being transported to this place, to be fed to the workers, in order to prevent malnutrition.
Anyway, after he killed all people, he walked up to the highest floor. I've never been there and it is forbidden to enter, but I followed him anyway. There were 4 people in business suits. They asked him: "How did the cleansening go?"
He suddenly shot them.
While bleeding out, one of them said: "WTF? How could you do that? You are one of us! You should only kill the ghosts!"
He responded: "It all went wrong. Time to forget about it and dream sweet dreams."
He then took out a sword and sliced up a wall. It appeared that the wall was fake. Behind it was a small, strange looking room. There was a strange switch there. I said: "WTF, man, don't do that!" I charged into him, but he pointed his sword into my direction, so I ran into the sword and died.
He then flipped the switch, and the universe got gerrymandered.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Rocks Fall, Everybody Dies
Category:That just raises more questions!
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Ghoooosts
Category:Im died