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Red Lightning

For days now, the city has been in lockdown. It all started when some bastard kid activated some weird ass bomb at Ground Zero. An explosion ripped through the city and soon it was placed in quarantine. About two weeks later, the government sent food supplies over to the town Square. A local gang called the reapers tried to steal the food, but that same kid fended them off with electric powers Yes, that right. Electric powers! Then, in one quick move, he fried everyone in the crowd and hogged all the food to himself. Selfish little shit... The electric man has kept the gangs at bay, but he's been making life worse here in the city. First he steals crates of food, then he puts some odd black stuff in our water supply, now he's in league with the Reapers. You would think this punk would try to help everyone rather than be an asshole and turn everything he touches to shit. BOOM!!!! I look up and see a bright flash and smoke not far from where I'm writing this. "Oh crap!" screams one of the pedestrians. "Not him again!!! No-" He's cut off by the sound of electricity. People start running and some even try to attack the assailant, but no to avail. The electric devil is too damn strong I get a good look at him. His clothes are faded and covered in god knows what. His skin's cocaine white and I notice he's got little black veins creeping up on the back of his head. He's definitely gone down the road less traveled. His lighting glows an ominous red. The devil suddenly notices me and starts climbing up the building I'm sitting on. Well, I feel I should mention his name is Cole MacGrath. This bastard must be stopped be-BZZZZZZZTTTTT
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Red Ring of Death

Most people these days are familiar with the "Red Ring of Death" that's associated with a broken XBOX 360, right?
But have any of them ever found the cause of it? I mean, when it happens, you just send it away to the manufacturer, they fix it up and send it back.
I think I may have discovered the true cause: The machine is demanding blood. And I don't mean metaphorically, like it's demanding so much money in repairs it might as well be asking for blood. I mean, literal blood.
I was having problems with mine a few years back. I bought it used, but never got around to getting a warranty. In retrospect, I should have done that, but that's not the point. It worked great for a while. But, a few months after the initial 30 day warranty ended, it started giving me trouble. The main problem was that the connection between the console and the screen seemed to be going bad. At first I thought it was my TV. But I hooked up other consoles to it and it was fine.
Then the Red Ring of Death struck.
I quickly discovered that the problem was the slot where you connect the AV cord to the back of the XBOX. So, after trying to buy new cords and trying different televisions, I was beginning to become impatient. So I started going a little crazy.
For some reason, and I don't think I'll ever know why, I decided to prick my finger and smear blood on the base of the AV cable and connect the cable back into the machine.
Whats even crazier is that it worked!
I'm not even joking, the picture came back and I was able to play games just fine. It seemed strange, but who cares? I was able to play games again!
Eventually, it stopped working. The red ring came back and I was unable to play.
So, I did it again. I smeared blood on the AV cable then reconnected it. But, it didn't work this time. Desperate, I tried smearing blood one the underside of the disc tray and the power supply. It worked!
About a week and a half after that it stopped working, yet again. At this point I was done. I wasn't about to keep feeding my blood to this machine, simply to play some Left 4 Dead. I gave in and just got a new one.
The problem ended there. I've had the new one for some time now, and it works great. It's been said that the gaming industry tries to bleed their customers dry.
I just never thought it was that literal.
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Red River

Hello. My name is Hobart Marsk, a resident of Colorado. Recently I've been having fond memories of the old SpongeBob episodes, so I've been looking on Ebay and Amazon for the old box sets. I came across a page where there was a season 2 box set, that included a special episode inside. I thought nothing too much of it, until I looked at the episodes that were included in the box set. Keep in mind, it did have the normal episodes, like "Your shoe's untied", and "Shanghaied", which I thought WAS the aforementioned special episode, but I looked farther down the list, and saw one particular episode that caught my eye, "Red River".
I knew what an odd name that was for an episode, but something about it just made me buy it. about 3-4 business days later, I got the box set.
It was the typical box set cover, with a few small bits of dirt on it, but it didn't matter that much to me. What really got my attention, was the red river episode. It was put into the last CD, so I knew that it would appear later in my Season 2 binge watch. After some time of watching many of the disks, it was time for the final one, which had the Red River episode in it. Once i had watched every episode leading up to the final episode, red river, I began to feel cold, so I grabbed a sweater, and sat down to watch the episode.
When I saw the title card, I felt somewhat worried, like I knew something bad would happen to one of the characters, like SpongeBob or Patrick.
The episode begins with SpongeBob sitting in his chair, eating a bowl of cereal while watching the television. There soon is a knock at his door, and see's it's Patrick at the door. He tells SpongeBob that he won two tickets to the Coral Cruise, which sets the episodes plot up. I begin to brush off my worries, as this is a basic normal episode. Well, normal at first, that is, until they cut to the shot of the cruise ship sailing off. I begin to see the water fading to a dark red, like a crimson color. SpongeBob and Patrick are talking about their lives and how it's great living in Bikini Bottom. While they are talking, I begin to see teeth slowly floating up to the surface, and fish with their faces cut open lightly drifting across the sea. I thought to myself, that since I watched all the REAL episodes, that I should just turn the tv off and head to bed. 
Now, at 4:17 AM, I wake up to the same conversation that SpongeBob and Patrick had earlier, but their voices keep stuttering, as if something is wrong with the TV. I unplug the TV, and head back to sleep. The next morning, I find out that my TV's screen busted open, with a weird chunky red liquid pouring out of it. I know it's not blood because it had a more darker color than blood, but what was in it is the real surprise. There was teeth and tiny scraps of fish. At this point, I just cleaned it up and bought a new TV. The only thing I learned today, was: Don't trust Craigslist.
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Category:Well, that was pointless.
Red Room

It was raining heavily, Water droplets were sliding on my window. My coffee had gone cold. I was sitting near the window and my friend Maya was browsing on the net. We had run out of topics to discuss, so I don't blame her for taking refuge in the internet.
We had just finished eating dinner which was, by the way nachos and burritos from the nearest Taco Bell. Soon enough, she got tired of browsing and said that she would be off. I thanked her for coming over, as I had not really been with a friend for a really long time, being preoccupied with work and all.
The next day, I went over to her house, as she had borrowed my sweatshirt a while back and had not returned it, and I wanted to get it back. But as I approached her house, which was only a couple blocks away, I realized that policemen were present. I went over to them, asking them what happened. I feared the worst as I saw a body covered in a white cloth being put into an ambulance.
My fears were right. It turned out that she had apparently committed suicide, painting her walls with blood. I found this very disturbing (obviously) and knew that she had been a very happy girl; she would have never committed suicide! I told the police that I was a good friend of hers, and asked if I could investigate her house. The police said that I wouldn't really want to investigate a room, even though now cleaned, with walls that had been covered with blood. I insisted. So they let me go in, with a constable.
I went into her room. They were right. I felt very queasy. But holding my breath as much as possible, I went over to her browsing history. It had turned out that she had been searching for something odd called the "red room".
Since I couldn't stay in her room for longer as I felt like vomiting, I thanked the police for cooperating with me, and went to my office.
That night, after coming back from another tiring day, I went on the internet. The curiosity was killing me; I just had to know what the "red room" was. I went to Google and typed in the phrase. There were a few irrelevant sites and a few relevant ones which stated that it was an urban legend. But all the websites I searched were incredibly vague, and I could learn almost nothing!
Suddenly, a pop-up appeared. Already frustrated with my unyielding research, I closed the pop-up. It appeared again! I kept trying to close it, it wouldn't work. Finally I just let the pop-up play. It was just a white screen with a smiling face.
Then, a child's voice came in the speaker; It begun to say "Do you-" but i closed the pop up, suddenly very frightened for no reason at all. I kept closing it, and the child's voice got gruesomely mangled... I just let it play, not thinking clearly. It said :
"Do you like the red room?"
I was creeped out. A list of names suddenly appeared with The name Maya at the bottom... oh god.
Tears fell from my eyes as I realized what was going to happen to me...
Suddenly I heard something rustle behind me...
I slowly turned...
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Red Rover

The first day I saw the dog, it looked similar to all the others that roamed on my street. The dog was dirty, mange-ridden, so I paid no attention to it. It had no collar so I could not determine who the owner was. Weeks passed before I finally saw it again. I jolted up from my bed one morning, and I heard a faint whimper. I looked out my window over my bed, and saw the same dog. The dog with no eyes.
Blood drenched its mangy coat. It stared at me for the longest time, and I felt a rush of feelings coursing through my body, almost as if I jumped off of a tall building and could see the ground rushing toward me. Its jaw dropped open as if the hinges snapped, and I turned away. It wasn't something I wanted to see again. Somehow I knew it wanted my soul.
I contacted animal control and described the dog, eager to get it out of my yard. The operator on the phone sounded disturbed, as if she was shaking. She then told me to never call again.
Carcasses of animals began to appear. I even heard that a few of my neighbors pets went missing, some of which included cats and a large bull mastiff. These all somehow turned up on my front porch. Not wanting to be pinned as a murderer, I removed the bodies and removed the evidence. But this wasn't any ordinary animal massacre, and I knew that the dog was to blame. All of the animals eyes were gouged out, and it seems as though the animals were trying to kill themselves before they were dragged and thrown in a lifeless heap onto my porch.
Days later, I heard a noise ring out in the night. A door slam. I reached for my phone to provide some kind of light, and I saw nothing in my room. Relieved as I was, I felt a presence in my home, so I got out of bed. I walked into the main room of my house and saw it. A blood trail, almost if something had been dragged through my home. I followed it and the blood led me to an open door. The door to the cellar. As I descended the dark steps to the light switch, I knew something was wrong. I could faintly hear the buzzing of flies amassing on an unknown victim. I reached the bottom of the staircase and the lights flashed on, revealing the image that has been haunting my dreams.
I saw a human corpse, hands gnawed off by the dog. Along with the other dead animals this person had the same disturbing mark. The person's eyes were torn out of its sockets. As I walked around the body, it was clear that the finishing blow had been delivered by the dog biting through the jugular vein of its victim. I flipped the remains of the attack over. On the person's back, I saw bloody claw-marks that spelled out "Red Rover". I had a strong feeling that this wasn't the end of the nightmare.
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Red on White

It had been a very long time since I broke up with my husband. Well, he didn't break up with me. He killed me. Now I'm a ghost, haunting a locked hotel room with no number. I cannot begin to tell you how boring and lonely this existence is. Plus my skin and clothes are now a deathly gray. I cannot tell you how much I would welcome someone slipping some fake tan under the door.
It didn't help that the receptionist would tell people that this room was a storeroom and that it was out of bounds. So, I never even got people trying to visit me. Thanks, a lot, receptionist at this hotel. Didn't they ever teach you to respect your elders?
I spent the night as I spent most other nights; Banging my against the wall gently (I didn't want to hurt myself) and then resting it against the wall for a while, staying absolutely still, just to change things up a bit. Yup. This was a wild party. Somebody stop me. I'm out of control.
...*sigh*
I heard a sound near the keyhole, and turned sharply, but the man behind it retreated. It was definitely man, judging my the heaviness of the footsteps. A man had come to see me!
A blush spread across my face, or it would have, if my face was capable of color. I was instantly smitten. I began to imagine scenarios in my head of him holding me in his big, strong arms, and I would feel safe. Then he would lean down and kiss the nape of my neck, sending a shiver down my spine, and I'd giggle.
It gave me butterflies just thinking about it. I wandered over to the door and looked out the keyhole. I waited there for the whole night, wondering what I was going to say that wouldn't be embarrassing or off-putting. Or scary. I was a ghost, after all, and people were scared of ghosts.
The next morning, he looked through the keyhole again, and my heart stopped. I could see right into his beautuful, blue eye. We were so close together nothing but a few millimeters of wood separating our faces. My mind froze up. I was too shell-shocked to speak.
Then I heard him mutter "Nothing but red. They must have blocked the keyhole with something red." and walk away. I had completely forgotten. My eyes were a haunting, solid red. I should have said something! I blew it!
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Red with White

A man went to a motel and moonwalked up to the front desk to check in. He was really bad at it, so it was extremely awkward and embarrassing for pretty much everyone involved. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. She explained that it was a storeroom, and that it was out of bounds (like in a bideo game). Everyone in the lobby laughed and started singing Game Over by Falling In Reverse. She reminded him of this several times, until he told her to piss off and went upstairs. He was going to go in that room anyway but passed out due to low blood sugar.
The next night he staggered down the hall to the door and tried the handle, only for it to come off in his hand. "Fucks sake", he thought as he chucked it out the window, injuring a small Lithuanian child. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Warm air passed through it, as well as the smell of rotten tissues. What he saw was a hotel bedroom, and bent over on the bed was an incredibly sunburnt man, whose skin was bright red. His right arm was significantly larger than his left, and he looked almost crazy, with a receding hairline and scraggly beard. The man who wasn't this guy stared in disgust for a while. He got his phone out to take a picture for some free reddit karma before the other man turned to look at him. He passed out again, this time due to shock.
He came back the next day and looked through the keyhole again. This time, all he saw was whiteness. He couldn't make anything out besides a distinct white colour. "Don't care didn't ask" he said out loud to himself.
He went down to the front desk lady and threw a beer bottle at her. It missed and shattered against the head of a Portuguese infant.
"Did you look through that keyhole?" the woman asked.
The man told her that he had and she said:
"Well, I might as well tell you the story of what happened in that room. A long time ago, a man died while masturbating in there. We find that, even now, whoever stays there gets very horny. His name was Charlie Oomer. He was red all over, except for his cum, which was white."
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Red writes some AppleDash yuri

All of you guys know Red, right? You know, the guy who could have killed Zachary, Murdered Melissa, and haunted a cartridge of the game Godzilla: Monster of Monsters, right? Well, now, he shall do something that will please Femslashers!
Red is in hell right now, because he got killed by Zach and was very obviously a hellish being. Feeling bored, Red decided he would take a (boring) walk in hell. Not much was to be seen, but Red *did* find something that seemed suspicious.
The item was just sitting there, waiting for someone (or something) to pick it up. Red felt a sudden surge of desperance go through him, transforming his thoughts from "What is that?" to "PICK IT UP, YOU ROTTING BAG OF MEAT!!!" Despite the vulgarity of the transformation of his thoughts, Red picked it up anyway.
It was a pen.
Red just stood there, thinking about what he could do with the pen. "Maybe I could start my life of crime by writing the script of V for Vendetta on the front door of Satan's castle! Or become the new Fab One by penning a hit on this stone tablet!" Red thought that the possibilities were endless, but then something wonderful hit his brilliant mind: "EUREKA! I will write some equine yuri and become the J.K Rowling of hell!" He thought, knowing that he needed to get a binder & some paper immediately.
After Red got the binder & paper he needed, he started penning down some ideas. He eventually had a thought that led to the chase: "What if the mares I need in my story are Applejack & Rainbow Dash? YES! I HAVE JUST COME UP WITH THE PERFECT IDEA!" Said Red, Being trapped in this orgasm that practically turned him insane. He penned his cover image, showing Rainbow Dash and Applejack at a (romantic/sexual) picnic, And to give him the proper ideas, he forced the surviving member of Wings to perform High, High, High for him.
Red was on a spree when it came to yuri, and he had finished his long/saffiction 5 hours later. He signed the front of the binder, and called it good.
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Reddit Hell

Flames dance in the dark, endless cave....wailing echoes and reverberates throughout, and amidst the light of dancing fire, emerges this.
"Hello guys and gals, me Mutahar, and today for this eternity we're going to talk about the North Korean Mr. Beast controversy involving Boogie and Twitch. For those of you who don't know-"
The crying of sinners rolled out into the hot, burning air as Satanhar began endlessly recounting an unholy amalgamation of things he read on Reddit and consumed from other Youtubers.
"I gouged my eyes, I gouged my eyes, my ear drums shattered, but I still hear and see him", wails one sinner.
The commonality with everyone here? They didn't have enough Reddit karma to enter Reddit Heaven.
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Category:Memes
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Reddit Mods Act Like CEOs

It's literally a hobby that takes all of their time, comes with no benefits or payment, & yet they're all on a power trip 24/7 about subs and what's posted/commented. There are literally expired human lives posted on this app damn near everyday, and they really act like they're doing some sort of service to the world by censoring SOME posts to their liking. Now I know why there's such a laughable stigma around them, it's clearly the only power they have in life.
I've listened to reddit stories for ages now and have heard all sorts of horrendous things posted. How are MY posts in the SAME subs and along the SAME theme being immediately deleted with mods telling me "Do NOT ask if you can edit and repost - the answer is no". Like these guys reallyyyyy enjoy throwing around their reddit power like someone's gonna see it on their resume and go "OH MY GOSH, YOU WERE A MOD?! Oh powerful one please bless this company with your service!?". This whole app, certain subs, & most mods are all a joke.
Waiting for the day they finally get themselves a partner and I start to see fair treatment for everyone. Oh & I'll be patiently waiting for the "YOU CAN'T POST THIS, IT'S BULLYING" auto-response from YET ANOTHER mod on a power trip. 3, 2, 1....
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Redditor Meets Girl

Excuse me sir or ma'am but I couldn't help but notice... are you a "girl"?? A "female?" A "member of the finer sex?"
Not that it matters too much, but it's just so rare to see a girl around here! I don't mind, noquite to the contrary! It's so refreshing to see a girl online, to the point where I'm always telling all my friends "I really wish girls were better represented on the internet."
And here you are!
I don't mean to push or anything, but if you wanted to DM me about anything at all, I'd love to pick your brain and learn all there is to know about you. I'm sure you're an incredibly interesting girlthough I see you as just a person, reallyand I think we could have lots to teach each other.
I've always wanted the chance to talk to a gorgeous ladyand I'm pretty sure you've got to be gorgeous based on the position of your text in the screenshotso feel free to shoot me a message, any time at all! You don't have to be shy about it, because you're beautiful anyways (that's just a preview of all the compliments I have in store for our chat).
Looking forwards to speaking with you soon, princess!
EDIT: I couldn't help but notice you haven't sent your message yet. There's no need to be nervous! I promise I don't bite, haha
EDIT 2: In case you couldn't find it, you can click the little chat button from my profile and we can get talking ASAP. Not that I don't think you could find it, but just in case hahah
EDIT 3: look I don't understand why you're not even talking to me, is it something I said?
EDIT 4: I knew you were always a bitch, but I thought I was wrong. I thought you weren't like all the other girls out there but maybe I was too quick to judge
EDIT 5: don't ever contact me again whore
EDIT 6: hey are you there?
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