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Stranger Things - Walter White

Honestly if Walter White becomes the main protagonist in the next season of Stranger Things, I think that might just fix all the problems with the show. Like just picture this, the final Stranger Things monster is like this terrifying giant monster and it's destroying the world, and all the Stranger Things characters including Walt are huddled together trying to come up with a plan to kill it. Then Walter starts talking and says, "Okay everyone, this might be a stretch but I think it will work. I'm going to need a lab and plenty of guns". Then some of the Stranger Things characters go to get guns while the rest make a lab for Walt.
Our characters trying to get the guns struggle due to the giant monster destroying the world, and it will be really intense. While on the other hand, Walter is in Mike Wheelers basement with the new meth lab that was created for him. He is making something while everyone circles around him and watches. Eventually the characters with the guns get back, and Walter finishes his mystery item he made. They all go back outside. Walt says, "So here is the plan. Everybody gets a gun, and you all defend me while I walk up to the monster and use my new product on it". Walter passes guns to everybody. "I just want you all to know, I probably won't make it out alive, so, please give my children all the meth money I made". Walter slowly walks toward the monster, gripping onto his new product.
The monster tries to crush him, but all the characters defend him with the guns. Walter eventually makes it to the center of the monster. He stares at it for a while. Thinks about all he has done, and knows he is ready to die. He throws his new product straight at the monster, it's the fake meth he used on Tuco that blows up, except it's bigger, and bluer. And then boom. All the characters are blown back from the explosion. They all look around in disbelief. All that's left of the monster is it's grotesque lifeless legs, it's body taken away from the explosion. Walter destroyed the monster, and with it, the upside down as a whole. Walter sacrificed himself for everyone. As the sky fades from dark red to a natural blue, everyone hiding, praying, crying, all gather around. Walter Hartwell White saved them. We fast forward to the future. Statues are built of Walter. He is a world hero. The main characters still mourn the loss of him. Our final scene is Mike Wheeler, now and adult, slowly walking in his basement, looking at the meth lab he helped create for Walter. The sun shimmers through the blinded windows. The beakers have become dusty. He reminisces of old times. He picks up a picture of him and Walter. Mike smiles. And Stranger Things ends.
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Strangulation Doll

3 year old Emily Loved to play But she always kept a Certain doll out of her eye sight as it creeped her out.Emily`s Brother,Dad And even her mother didn`t like it either. she got it at christmas 2012 .The doll had Bright red eyes,Eyeliner,make up But the thing every one was frightend of was the hands...Coverd in blood as if it had stapled its hands together.
P.S The Story is based on a true story
One night when everyone was in bed emily was looking at the doll She put it back on the shelf because of its smile that looked like jeff the killers mouth.Acouple hours later she was flat out on her bed. CRRKKKKR!. The dolls head turned around looking away from the wall but now looking at Emily.The doll had a rope in its hands with dry blood scraped up and down on it.The doll jumped down and Tied the rope round Emilys neck and Tied the rope the doll then jumped back onto the shelf looking inocent.Emily was dead. The next morning Emilys dad went to check on emily To see if she was Ok.It was a weekend so they where aloud to sleep in. Dad saw the rope round emilys neck Dads susspect was the doll so he threw the doll in the bin but it climed out with a machete and sliced his neck open.Then mum came out to bring out the rubbish The doll then took her pants off distubingly and suffacated mum.MUM WHENS TEA READY. John Emilys brother shouted john paused and saw the doll standing over everybodys dead corpses john silently Ran to the garrage he drove to London Far away from the doll. THE DOLL IS GOING TO FIND THE NEXT TRAYTER.
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Strayan Ghost

My name is Ken Oathcarn and I live in teh Blue Mountains - near Sydney, Australian.
I was on my balcony getting maggotted when the light in the spotty smashed. I was too off my face to head down to Bunnings to get a new one and a sausage sizzle. Plus it was the middle of the night - they don't have the sausage sizzle in the middle of the night.
That's when I heard it - like two stones scraping together. It got louder and louder and closer and closer. I got scared and ran inside. After locking the door I called the cops. Then I passed out on the couch.
I awoke to the cops knocking on my door. His name was Steve.
"Fuckingdrunkcunt" he said under his breath.
"Fuckingdrunkcunt? What is a fuckingdrunkcunt? Is it some kind of mythical creature in Aboriginal stories"
"Yes. The fuckingdrunkcunt goes down to the bottlo gets maggotted and calls us cops wasting our fucking time." With that the cop drove off.
The next night I was freaked out. I had to smoke a couple of durries to calm my nerves. I heard something on the porch. I ran all over the house to get away.
But I left the bedroom window open. I heard it climbing in. I grabbed a crowbar and ran to the room.
There was a crouched figure in the corner of the room. I raised the crowbar and smashed it down. "Thefuck you did that for!" shouted the figure.
I flicked the light on. It was Davo. "I ran out of beer mate and you have a go at me with the crowbar. I thought you were away so I dropped in to grab a few."
"Oh Davo," I said and cracked open a cold one each.
We sat on the porch. Then we heard a sound. Could it be the "fuckingdrunkcunt"?
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Strickland Seals

Hwat the hell did you just freaking say about me, you little bobby? I'll have you know I graduated at the top of my class in the sales of propane and propane acessories, and I've been involved in numerous secret propane raids on Thatherton Fuels, and I have over 300 confirmed sales. I am trained in grilla warfare and I'm the top salesman in the entire Strickland Propane company. I will wipe you the hell out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before in arlen, mark my god danged words. You think you can get away with saying that crap to me over the phone? Think again, boy. As we speak I am contacting my group of redneck friends across the street and your number is being traced right now so you better prepare for hell, hippie. The hell that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your charcoal grill. You're freaking dead, boy. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can sell to you in over 700 different ways. and thats just with my grill catalog. Not only am I extensively trained in the sales of propane and propane acessories, but I have access to the entire propane and grill stock of Strickland Propane and I will use it to its full extent to sell you a grill thats off the face of the great USA, you little democrat. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little "clever" charcoal grill was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your freaking money. But you couldn't, you didn't, and now you're paying the price you god danged idiot. I will spill propane all over you and you will drown in it. You're freaking buying, customer.
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Stuck in a Street Light

One summer day in Florida, everyone was relaxing at the mansion. Skelly was busy eating pie, Koromo and Dib were watching a raunchy reindeer porno in the living room, and Zim was busy beating somebody up pickles. Sir Spike was out doing groceries, and Billy was playing outside.
Suddenly Sir Spike came in. He stroked his mustache and threw his groceries on the coffee table, killing Carrie the Catterpillar for the 16th time that day. He looked upset as he petted his hat. "Billy got stuck in the street lamp again!"
Koromo laughed pickles. "Insolence!" she proclaimed.
Dib laughed stars. "BULLFUCK!" he said out of characterly as he held his arms behind his head.
"It is true!" Sir Spike said. "Cum and see for yourself!"
"But I only cum when I'm horny!" Koromo said. Zim proceeded to punch Koromo with a wet noodle.
They all headed outside and saw that Billy was stuck in the street lamp. Skelly gasped, throwing his pie on the ground. "We must save him, or else hot dogs!"
"No! Not the hot dogs!" Carrie the Catterpillar said dramatically. She suddenly transformed into Dracula and they all ran over to the street light.
They all stood by the street and saw Billy pounding at the inside of the streetlight, trying to break free. He was too big to get out and he was stuck. The friends all ran out of plans, because Sir Spike had no musicanites to help him beetle Billy out of the evil lamp. Eventually they all turned to Koromo.
Koromo groaned and said "Fine, Koromo will do it." She transformed into a mosquito and flew into the street lamp by maneuvering around the cracks. She tried to pick up Billy but he was too big and fat, so she went back down to the others and transformed back into a human.
"Koromo cannot get him," she said. Suddenly Sir Spike jumped up and smacked the street light, and Billy fell out. However, he did not expect Billy to turn into Cthulhu, and his tentacles devoured most of Sir Spike's body and made him into a head. Carrie the Catterpillar melted for no reason, then became a pony. Billy then turned back and puked up all of Sir Spike's body parts. Zim rearranged them. Then he said,
"IN CELEBRATION FOR RESCUING PICKILLY, LET US ALL FUCK DEBAUCHEDLY!" They then proceeded to have an orgy in the middle of the street. Most of them got arrested, but Koromo and Dib made it and went to Australia for 3 minutes because they both orgasmed first. The next day everyone broke out of prison and then went to West Philadelphia before they went back to Florida.
THE END
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Students

My best friend is a stat professor at a fairly prestigious American university. He told me this story and I don’t doubt a word that comes out of the man’s mouth. Apparently a few years back something caught his attention in one of his larger lectures. He noticed that most students sat in the same seats every day, but that a few seemed to move around quite a bit. Being the math-head that he is, he decided to start charting where the students sat each day.
After a month or so he had a solid block of data. Every once in awhile when he was bored in his office he’d give it a going over, cross-referencing the choice of seats by age, gender, and other defining features. It was after the second month of class that pattern emerged.
By the end of the semester he was spending a lot of his time pouring over the data in his office. He’d even missed a few other classes here and there to work on the problem. He didn’t explain to me exactly how he arrived at his final discovery, but at the end of the semester, after extrapolating the data vis-a-vis simple morse code he found a message in the seating pattern.
His students were constantly and consistently spelling “HELP US.”
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Stupid Page

Once upon a time there was a family that everybody hated. One time there house was trying to get bombarded by bombs. But, the boy in the family heard the plan when the people where buying the stuff.
The little boy bought a big blaster shield from Bob's Bombs And Defense: A War Shop. Then the boy put the big blaster shield against the house. But this time the enemy 
got away with it! The enemy strapped rockets on the bottom of the house. 
Then the house launched. Every body in the house passed out! "WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED!?!?" Shouted the little boy in a mixed emotion of shocked, frustrated, annoyed and angry. "I guess I will have to get use to living like this..." Said the boy in sadness. His parents reacted the same way. 
They eventually got sick of living in space. So... they made a bomb over a year and they blew there self up. That's why meteors hit the earth every once and a while.
THE END
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Stupid doll thing (from hell or whatever)

==Part 1==
So my brother and I have a prank war going on, typically buying stupid an embarrassing gifts for each others birthdays, but this time he's gone too far. I mean sure, I rigged his last present so a mix of pig blood and cow shit exploded in his face, but who hasn't done that?
So anyway, on my birthday I opened the present he gave me (I had ductaped a knife to a broomstick to open it from a distance, as any sensible person) and it revealed a doll. A stupid, ugly doll, in the shape of a man with a goat head. Only his constant maniacal cackling indicated that something was awry.
After careful examination, while our parents lamented our clever pranks ruined family gatherings, I couldn't find anything that would indicate foul play. Was the doll itself the prank? It was hideous, and made from some strange material with markings all over it, but surely, ruining my home with poor taste in decor was beneath my brother. Later that night, I discovered the true nature of his prank...
==Part 2==
So in my previous post, I told you how my brother got me an ugly doll as a prank; I thought the prank was the doll itself, having such an ugly doll in my home would surely scare off all the countless gorgeous women that I totally have sex with all the time. I was wrong.
After my brother and my guests had left my birthday party, I threw the doll into the pile of crap I keep behind the couch, played video games while drinking beer and eventually I went to bed. My rest was short lived, however. In the middle of the night, I woke, only to see the doll at the foot of my bed, floating in mid-air!
It's eyes, on it's hideous goat head glowed a violent red, as did the strange symbols carved on it's body. Like a laserpointer, the symbols were projected on the walls, the residual light bathing my bedroom in a dark red color, fluctuating like the fires of hell. And then, it spoke...
==Part 3==
I had trapped the doll from hell in a bucket with a brick on it, and went to take a shit. Afterwards, I went back to bed. I couldn't get any decent sleep because the doll kept banging against the inside of the bucket, sometimes urging me to set fire to everything. Eventually, I heard a knock on the front door.
Carefully, I made my way to the door and opened it. To my surprise, none other than the King himself was there to see me. "Somedudethatisbored, I don't have surveilence on every house in the kingdom, but somehow I know that you saved the kingdom, and indeed the world from the Ragnapocalypse! Also, sniff you should flush after you take a shit."
As a reward for saving the world, I was granted a palace, the princess' hand in marriage and the title of Royal Keeper of Reality (I keep it real). My brother's prank was a good one, but it kind of backfired on him. Still, the rules of the prank war dictate that I get him back, and I found a really neat book in the library, called the Necronomicon.
Also, did you notice that a guy has been standing behind you all this time?
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Subdued by Fears, Horror, and...

Elene Saffodil.
That was a name that I had craved of and a memory of a person who I missed so much.
She was a gentle girl.
In fact, very gentle, to the point even those drug dealers get touched.
Maybe if I managed to stop them, it wouldn't be like this.
But it's too late.
My family, my friends, and everyone I knew...
Maybe that massacre was something that subdued me completely...
In fears, and horror...
Oh no, he's here...
As my last diary entry, this is my message:
I was subdued by Fears, Horror, and------ (The rest of the writings were proved unreadable, but what I managed to decrypt were these words...)
If you're so daring, go to the mountains at midnight, and we'll see......
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Subject 43

While my parents were out of town for a week, I did things every teenager does when he is home alone. I invited my friends and we started a party. After that night I woke up in the bathroom. It was nothing strange because that always happens after a party. I went for a morning walk in the park and bought a newspaper.
In the newspaper said:
When i read that article I laughed. I didn't believe in that nonsense because I knew our government is always making false storylines to cover up a bigger deal. Maybe they are making some bio - nuclear weapon or something. That night I was on the computer playing some video games.
After I finished playing video games I decided to hack the military's computers. That wasn't a big problem for me because I am a professional hacker and I hacked my school's computer and the police's computers.
When I hacked the military I found a strange file called "SUBJECT 43" and it said:
Then my computer crashed. I went to my bed and heard a crash downstairs. I went downstairs and saw a pale humanoid creature 2 metres tall looking at me. It's eyes were black like skeletons eyes. It was so skinny that looked like a skeleton. I grabbed my baseball bat and hit it in the head. The thing then punched me in the face and stabbed me in the leg. When I fell, the creature grabbed my face with it's right hand. On it's right hand were four fingers (maybe the fifth one fell off).
When the creature was ready to stab me in the heart I heard a sound coming outside the door:
"THREE, TWO, ONE! BLAST THE DOOR!" And then bunch of soldiers came to my house and captured the creature.
After that incident one of the soldiers told me: "You should really check that wound on your leg buddy.". They took me to the hospital and the doctor said:
"You are really lucky kiddo. We stopped the infection so don't worry, you won't die."
The next day the general who was in charge of that whole operation said:
"Do not tell anybody about Subject 43. I know you hacked the military's computer. The only thing you can say is that you stopped the war prisoner. Okay?"
I said: "SIR YES SIR!"
He said: "Don't mess with me kid."
I said: "Okay."
That event changed my life, I will never forget that creature. But at least I proved that the government always hides things from us.
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Subject 58's Entertainment

Event started on 2003 April 12 at Sunland Mental Hospital. Patient Bert Franklin has become the new inmate and is put on floor level 2, room 58. Patient is nervous and often twitches, making cracking noises in his neck. A 12-hour serum is to be given to Subject 58 everyday. If Patient 58 is to freak out nervously, he is to be sedated.
Event 2003 April 13. Subject 58 is sitting in the corner of his room and nervously looking around, rubbing his arms. Then stops to look at the wall. Patient is sweating and putting his hands on his head, mumbling something that cannot be heard. He suddenly looks up and appears to be listening to something not seen. This goes on for 2 hours until the Subject puts his head down. The camera in the room shakes until the patient starts clapping nervously. A doctor and two guards come in the room to investigate.
Event 2003 April 14. Subject 58 is inside with a tray of food from the cafeteria. He mixes the food together with his fingers and starts smearing the food on the wall. When the Patient is done, it appears as a poorly drawn TV. He then draws a cartoon character unknown to anyone else and starts "watching" it. Subject continues to stare at it for 3 hours before falling asleep. Then rumbling and static noise occur, the camera starts turning upside down and the security screen turns to static with the face of that cartoon character. Guards are sent into the Subject's room. When inside, they see food is all over the wall. The bed is broken in half and Patient 58 is sitting in the corner, fetal position, crying and mumbling. Words are written on the wall from the food, saying, "Pay Attention".
Event 2003 April 15. Patient 58 is put in another room far from anyone else, guarded by two men. Nothing occurs for 5 more days.
Event 2003 April 20. Patient appears to have long scratch marks all over his arms, but other than that everything is calm and Patient Is normal. Patient is given food to eat from a guard, as the Patient is not allowed out by himself or when other Patients are outside anymore. Suddenly Bert Franklin starts yelling, making the guards open the door and bring in Doctors. One of the Doctors brings out a needle to inject him, but the Patient grabs the needle and stabs the Doctor in the neck. He grabs the gun from one of the guards and shoots everyone In the room. He then jumps out the window to escape, while being followed by several guards.
Event 2003 April 18. Guards are unsuccessful in finding Patient 58 until Police checked in a old, abandon shack. What they found was patient 58's corpse. His eyes were gouged out, tongue removed, arms ripped off and claw marks all over his stomach... And what was written on the wall... In blood it said, "Hope you enjoyed the show, Come againDingo the Wolf"
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