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English Sucks Prolific Butt

More important, I enquired into this fact quite long ago despite me inhabiting in a semi-developing country since birth, I have had the privilege of letting various media forms shape and bend my mind to form and convey information just like the faithful sources I put my hands upon, or rather, the many wilted, old media forms that stuck to my eyes. I am allowed to say for a fact as a bilinguist that English sucks prolific butt. My statements are garrulous and I pet no shame to my leash for saying this, years passed since the last moment when I felt English is a great tool for world communication. And the fons et origo of this slow dulling of this illusion I suffered from, do you ask of that insignificant moment? It was when the casual internet lingo stepped in as the elephant of the room of my back lobe which comprehends language. It was a slow wilt, a slow droop of an autumn leaf, a dreading, rotting, deafening silence that reverberates. It makes my senses numb. The same words repeated in all noises. The same words written on every screen, every move and every affection. I started hating each moment of it. This constant beating of a dead, cremated horse. The same old jokes, same phrases and nothing which surprises and excites the mind.
Just pure. FUCKING. NONSENSE. FUCKING IDIOTIC JOKES, FESTIVE WISHES, "LOL, LMAO, UWU, BTW, HBU."
English sucks ass. English is shit. We made it so, we cannot escape.
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Enjoying a Rainy Day?

Rain. From the very same sky that our sun graces. Such a benevolent gift from the heavens to see cascading towards our earthen home. An overwhelming cacophony from the sudden impacts of countless droplets. To see the very clouds that be, each formed and saturated by the very liquid of sprawling lakes and oceans. You may perceive that those very depths are inhabited by all matter of aquatic life. Such life is bound by the call of nature and as such, relieve themselves periodically of any bodily waste. Indiscriminately, such fluids contaminated by waste are taken by process of evaporation towards the atmosphere. The vapors formed by such waste-tainted water form clouds and ultimately release their contents in the miraculous spectacle that we know as rain. So as you trod into the downpour of glistening beads and let them find refuge on your person, know now that you have indirectly been peed on by a fish.
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Enter Your Sanity

I know that you probably think this is some sort of fake Creepypasta and that it's completly harmless. You're wrong. I was probably the first on to read this and I have been driven to near insanity. She does not give you power. Don't listen to her. She has followed me for the past year. At one piont I was able to capture a picture of her, and I posted it on this wiki. For now, though, all I can say is fear Epohon.
DO NOT READ OUT LOUD.
I will see you in the morning.
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Enter the dungeon

I remember sometime in the 80's there a was a game for the NES called "enter the dungeon" I remember being creeped out about it and when my friends came over and they asked to play it, I would refuse to let them play.
I can't remember much about it execpt that there was a character named "topper" I was pretty curious on why i was scared of it so i went searching.
I checked on eBay and nothing came up. Execpt for a button that said. "See results for ReEnter the dungeon" I clicked on it and it took me to some sketch website with a game cart of enter the dungeon. I hestiently bought the game 
and about a week later, the game came in. The cart had a sticker that had a dungeon with some lights and had "Enter the dungeon" written on it. i popped it into my NES and it booted up. I hit the start button and i was some
dog thing. But it didn't really look like a dog. its face was smiling and sinister looking. I hestently moved on to find someone that i could talk to. "Hello, topper" but it changed to "Hello, Jacob. Welcome back" i shut it off
and threw the game away.
I still have nightmares to this day and "topper" is still waiting. Waiting for me to play the game, yet again...
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Envy and lies

I was not sure what to do at my home my brother and I were stuck in trauma after that creepy ranma episode that we watched. I played some pc games then kingdom hearts and then, I had an idea "I should play pokemon ruby". I thought as the fighting in kingdom hearts 2 was becoming boring... So I was trapped in my room [i had no excuse]. And I said "Ian get my gameboy advance now"! He was angry and said "Get it yourself Jerk".
How dare he do that!
Oh I should introduce myself. My name is Douglas and I am 12 years old. I have a cyan Gameboy advance sp. My brother ian is 17 and we live with two loving parents in vallejo, california in an orange home. I got the console started playing pokemon ruby, and continued from after i left petalburg city. it was normal until a wild pokemon appeared. it was so odd because it was a pokemon that was rare it was a shiny poochyena that I was shocked about finding a shiny pokemon early in the game then after i caught it. The grass became gray and had dry patches. My trainer became transparent and the treecko i had started with flashed. I had no idea what was with the game until ian said. "I hacked the game!" He continued to say stuff in a hysterical voice and that's when it happened the tv turned on by itself an image of a pikachu appeared a voice said "how the hell did you find out about what happened"!! Then a note was found with my dog's collar and my dog was severely wounded why would this happen to harper my beagle my dog was in a coma for 2 days.
Then I found my dog dead in a pool of water my dad said this "harper was in a coma she could not awaken from doug". It was never the same since that day. The end.    
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Epona's Death - Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time

I think everyone has heard of the game, Legend of Zelda.
But they don't know my story.
So the year was 2009 when I got Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time. I went to my local game store and was browsing the shelves when I saw it. The game, I mean. I looked at the price it was only $5.00. Then and there I bought it. I rushed home and shoved it into my N64. I played it so much. I stayed up day and night just to play it. My mom thought I was dead from staying in my room for about two days without eating supper. Anyways, I got to the Temple of Time, where Link (or atleast what you named him) got older by seven years. Of course the natural thing for you to do is for you to go to Lon Lon Ranch. So I went there but something was strange. Nobody was there. I searched around where the horses are suppose to be. No Epona. It was just dead silence. Not even the Epona's Song was playing.
But I went inside the house where everybody lives. All I saw was the usual furniture. And... it was there. Epona was. She just sat there. Dead. I walked near her and was surprised I could talk to her. But what came up was a poem.
"Epona has met her fate. Soon you will be the same. She has ran through the pasture with happy and grace. And now as you see, she has lost her face."
After that I have turned off the N64. Never playing that, I will never play that again. I Googled the problem. And what came up was the same poem. But after I closed the screen. Something terrifying appeared. Epona, with no face. Just brain and blood dripping down. I soon just shut down the computer. I visited my cousin. (He has the game too.) And he also lives in Mississippi. So we just went and played his game. It was normal. But when we played my version, it was normal too. He thought I was crazy. But, it was good to see Epona alive. I forgot my game inside his house. So I went out to where my cousin was. But, he was kneeling, crying, he was by his horse. His favorite horse. He had a love for video games so he named his horse Epona. And Epona had met her fate.
As you may tell, she has no face.
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Equivalent Exchange

It was Saturday night. I had snuck past my parents and I turned on my T.V. A show called "Full Metal Alchemist" was on. The beginning said the following: "Humankind cannot gain anything without first sacrificing something of equal value. That is alchemy's and the worlds first law." I was slightly curious as to what this meant. As that ended, the T.V. turned off automatically, and then I blacked out. When I woke up, I was in a strange room with markings all over it. The markings were made of blood, and I looked closely at a marking near me. It said: "Clap your hands an-" The rest was scribbled off. I got up very slowly, and clapped my hands, but nothing happened. I thought of something else: What if I clapped THEN touched the markings? I couldn't think of anything else that would make sense, so I tried it and the markings turned bright blue, but what came before me was the most horrifying thing I have ever seen. It appeared as a humanoid mutant with its rib cage showing. I soon found out it was not alive. I slowly looked at my arm and it was gone, dripping blood and mangled right apart. I looked at my other arm and I saw that it was gone too, and then, even worse things happened, I blacked out again soon after that, I could not remember.
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Eric Andre Show Theory

The Eric Andre Show is a show that appeared on Cartoon Network's late night block, Adult Swim. It was created by Eric Andre and Hannibal Buress. It is supposedly a parody of low-budget talk shows.
I was talking with one of the executive producers who I know through my dad, and I told him I was a big fan. He started telling me about the plans for the show, such as more creepy and morbid sketches or bits.
I asked him why morbid and creepy, he went to explain that Eric Andre's "character" is really a Schizo. He told me if I ever had an idea I could pitch it to him. Over a few days, I developed a theory.
Eric Andre is a Schizo (as said above) who always wanted to be famous as a child. The show and "celebrities" is his way of feeling special. Also, when people are asked about his show, they don't know about it because it's in his head. This is his conscience trying to tell him that it is fake.
Hannibal Buress is Eric's conscience, but his physical appearance is an old friend of Eric's. This is shown by his constant disapproval of what he does and his trying to force Eric to realize it's all fake. Sometimes, Hannibal gets carried away or acts strange, this is Eric's conscience fading away. Eric cannot live without his conscience, as seen in the episode Evangelos where he goes blind and crazy when he loses Hannibal.
The violent openings are a symbolism of his pent up anger and violence. The bits or recordings of him off the set is what he does during the day, which is why they are usually awkward or strange. Also, since Hannibal is non-existent, that is why he is never noticed during the bits by anyone except Eric.
I'm telling the producer about this and seeing if he'll use it. Wish me luck.
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Eric Wants To Chat

__NOTOC__
==Jessica==
===8:54pm===
Eric Wants To Chat
Me: what do u want
Eric: why did u deny me
Me: cuz you are a creep. you wont leave me alone at school
Me: just please leave me alone please
Eric: i like your room. that 1D poster is for five year olds tho
Eric: put down your Mac and turn around
Eric left the chat
===9:06am===
Lakewood County Police posted: Jessica Toran was stabbed to death last night. She died around 9:00pm. Her brother found her lifeless corpse and called 911.
==Derek==
===7:19pm===
Eric wants to chat
Me: Eric....
Eric: i did it
Eric: dont tell anyone
You left the chat
===5:34am===
Lakewood County Police posted: Derek Aston called 911 last night claiming that Eric Stanroy murdered Jessica Toran. About five minutes into the call the operator heard him scream and hang up. His body was found by his parents. If anybody knows Eric's whereabouts, call us.
Part 2 Coming On Another Page
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Error 404 Mario

I like playing mario. and I had every mario game ever. When I was 10 years old, I stepped on the NES super mario bros and it cracked. After 15 years, I put it back in my old NES and it start up. I reach the flag pole, but it glitches and it restarts, so I stand up and go to work. after a long day of work I go back to play, after playing for a hour, each time I get the flag it restarts, but when I go to bed, I appear in front of the TV. and when I go to eat, Before I take a single bite It takes me back to the TV with nothing in my hands, so i take the NES and throw it out the window, but it reappears and i'm back at the TV, so I take out the cartrage and step on it, And then I throw the broken cartrage and I threw it out the window and I used a Big rock and threw it on the cartrage. And I never glitched like that again
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Error Number 2007

==March 3, 2007==
i have just awoke from my bed and logged into my account. I was desperate to find a game that was actually good and would keep me active for the rest of the day. To my surprise, i couldn't find anything that was 'addicting', so i decided to create my own original game. I actually couldn't build by myself so i invited my friend so we could build skyscrapers and houses. We were almost done with our creations until a error message popped up. "error_number:2007". At first i thought that roblox was doing a regular update, so we just ignored the message and continued building.
i was wrong
we got done building and called it a day.
==March 4, 2007==
i logged back in to my account and went to go check on the game, my face went white. i was horrified at what the picture was and closed the tab immediately. All of a sudden, my PC background was entirely red and started to flash pictures of opened up faces of dead people i didn't even know. I backed away from my computer when someone sent me a link to a video. I opened it up to see what it was because i thought it was one of my friends sending me a funny video. The video was the opposite of funny. It was my friend that i played with yesterday, laying there with a shotgun by his side. He takes the shotgun and ends up killing himself, leading to his face opening up from the bullet. I quickly backed out of the video that was sent and i started crying. I was asking myself what was going on as i was scared to death. I tried to take my mind off the horror that was going on by playing roblox. My character was black and red and all my friends were removed. I noticed my username was changed to TombstoneLust, instead of my regular username. I tried playing all the other games except for the one that me and my friend created, but it just lead me to the place over and over again. I decided that i won't be scared and see what was inside of the game. I got into the game and everything looked normal. But as i walked toward one of the buildings, it happened.
The screen was red all over and the same error message appeared. I tried to exit out of the error messages but they just kept appearing. To end all of this, i took my PC outside and burned it to the ground.
this goes to show that error messages do mean something and are not to be played around with.
Originally on Roblox Creepypasta Wiki.
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Erry Vision

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Do I have to explain it myself.
The video on the right has one of the scariest logos of all time. It goes by the name "Erry Vision Films". Now, how more deranged can an artist be?
It comes before the BC Video logo. It is on a black background and it has some pretty strange font that might keep you up for as long as you can live. The "music" is some sort of UFO sound.
This logo also dates 1987 while it looks like an intro to a very messed up 1950s-60s cartoon.
All I have to say about this. Everything about this logo so far. No more. Even the CLG Wiki finds it horrifying.
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Esrever

One day when riding my bike back from work, I noticed a man standing tightly against a building. He looked panicked, positively petrified. He was sweating bullets, shaking and muttering under his breath, with his eyes darting all about the street. I figured that he must be a junkie or something, but he was wearing a business suit, so he didn't exactly look like some lowlife bum. Maybe he was sick? Curious, I asked him "Are you alright, man?"
He immediately fixated his eyes on me and sputtered out "D-Don't come any closer!", to which I replied "Hey man... do you need me to call an ambulance or something?". He pinned himself even tighter to the wall. "N-No! Don't call anybody! Just get away from me!"
I began to get worried about this man. He was either tripping or losing his marbles, I had to get him an ambulance whether he wanted one or not. I pulled out my cell phone and flipped it open. He screamed. "No! Don't call anyone! Just... Just get away from here! Please! I'm begging you!". Something was clearly wrong with this man, I couldn't leave him like this. "Just calm down buddy... I'm gonna get you some help so just hang tight."
He screamed again, and stretched his leg out as far as he could while trying to keep his back against the wall, trying to kick the phone out of my hand, but I was much too far for him to reach. He looked up and down the street, and then quickly jerked off the wall and tried to grab the phone from me. I was much stronger than he was, so I had no trouble shoving him off and down to the ground.
But that's when I realized what kind of mistake I had just made. I could see a thick black line running down his back, and not a moment later, a pair of hands, and then an entire little creature, along with all of this man's innards burst out from his back. At first I had no clue what was going on, but then the creature told me everything. He was now inside my back, and if I let anyone see my back, he would burst out from inside of me, killing me, and possess the person who saw my back.
But luckily for me, he told me something interesting. If I could write down his name and get someone else to read it, then I'd be free of his curse and they would now bare him in their back.
Unfortunately for you, I'm not as nice as the man who had the demon in his back before me, and fortunately for me, you already read his name, Esrever.
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Ethnic Ghost

My family and I have been terrorised for months, ever since we moved to a new house, in a new neighborhood.
At first it started small. Bumps in the night. Strange writing on the walls.
Funny smells.
Then I began to notice scars on my children's legs. "Mommy, the bad lady is here. She did this to us!" They'd say to me in the morning.
I began to stay up all night in their room to make sure they were safe. As I sat there in the darkness I'd hear the whispering of some foreign, creepy language coming from the corner of the room.
One day I'd had enough. I called my local Christian priest. When he came to the house, he refused to enter.
"I can't help you. There is an unnatural spirit possessing your home. It comes from a strange and weird culture. One unlike our own. One that has it's own folktales. Folktales that make for easy scripts and a safe return on investment."
"But me and my children are in a constant state of horror! We don't like creepy things."
"Call this number." Said the priest, handing me a business card. "This man can help you."
"Thank you." I said, and immediately called the number.
"Hallo? This is Niklas Sweden ghost detective. Do you have a ghost problem?"
"Uh, yes, yes, Mr. Sweden, I do have a ghost problem."
"Well that's what I'm a here for. What's a, bork, your story?"
I proceeded to tell him the experience me any my family had been going through.
"Oh, yah, yah. This is a very typical Swedish ghost, bork. It does typical Swedish things with the smelly fish, the Swedish words, hurdgy gurdy."
Immediately I felt relieved.
"I'd began to worry it was some kind of Spanish ghost, maybe one of those Japanese ones? But Swedish you say? Now I don't feel so bad."
"Oh no, no, no. You should be a vary afraid. The Swedish people be vary creepy weirdos, gurdy hurd. Not American at all."
I began to feel afraid again. I'd seen Swedish people on TV and thought they were normal, but perhaps they were not normal and did strange things that made me uncomfortable.
"What can I do, Mr. Sweden?"
"There's a nothing you can do, bork. There's no such thing as offensive stereotypes against the Swede's, eh? So the scary stories and the creepy weirdos will a always be coming back for more, no?"
"Thank you, Mr. Sweden. Thank you for your help. I must go now."
I hung up the phone.
Ghost Detective Niklas Sweden was right. There was nothing I could do. I took my gun from my holster and sucked a big chug of bullet through the back of my neck.
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