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Secret Codes

==Original Version==
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==Corrected Version==
Good, you can read well. So, since you're... let's say, "worthy" enough, here's the story. Your brain can play weird tricks on you. Hallucinations, for example. Why do they happen? Your brain. Your brain can be helpful, but can also bring you disaster.
How many times do you regret something in a mere month? Every regret exists because of your brain. Yet, the brain can also bring happiness. How many times did you do something right, either by accident or on purpose? Either way, it's because of your brain. The brain is equal to Lord and Devil. Brings happiness and sadness.
So, do this one favor for your brain. Think about everything you did wrong in your life. Every little thing, and every big thing. Some things could start a chain reaction, ending with death. Think...
If you're still reading this, you've succeeded. You have survived a mental test that causes grief to hundreds of people. You have survived. One last test. Have you ever heard of complaints? Of course you have, you're not stupid. But think: There was at least one insult or complaint you made to someone that caused stress to the opposite person.
Think of how they felt, the stress they went through. Don't you regret it? Don't you hate it? Don't you wish you could end your li... Are you still here? Congrats, you have a little chance of encountering major stress in your life. You have passed. But, before you leave this page, one more question: Do you regret reading this?
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Old Shit
Secret Nickolodean Episode

1920 April 31st, I was a new doctor (when I was 7) at NICKOLODEAN STUDIOS IN Taumatawhakatangihangakoauauotamateapokaiwhenuakitanatahu, New Zealand (WHICH IS THE CAPITAL OF BERLIN) and I workeded with a big meanie named Gabe Newelled the third and he WAS EVIL AND WEIRD AND SKINNY. HE WANTEED TO MAKE A SHOW OF MY LITTLE PONY BUT INSTEAD CALLS IT "YOUR BIG HORSE" It would be like a hyper-realistic version of My Little Pony and it would hav spong bub, timmy tunar, rocko, big tim rash, denny fantoon the dragoon, metroid, and santa in it.I was so scraed by this idea that I told Gabe not to make that but I said "GABE THAT'S 2 SKAWEY!"
"Don't worry!" Said Gabe "It won't make it past Episode 3!" "OUH KAEY!" I sad and then I made the animations for it with my 72 Taiwanese Slaves that I keep in my closet. Even though we drew it and planned out the episodes, we had no clue what the cartoon would be about, or how it would look. However, Gabe showed us the finall project, and when I saw it I SCREAMEDEDED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE HYPER REALISTIC CARTOON STARTED OUT WITH A PICTURE OF A DEAD CHILD (so far so good) BUT THEN THERE WAS A PICTURE OF GABE EATTING A ICE CONE CREAM AND IT WASN'T CHOCOLATE! IT WAS STRAWBERRY! THE WORST ONE (UNLESS YOU IS PATRIXXX)! Then, it showed TWEYELEYEHT SPARKELL TAKKING WIFF SPONG AB AND TIMMY. AND THEN HYPER REALISTIC RAINBOWS STARTED TO FLOWED OUT OF TIMMY AND THEN TIMMY WAS REALLY ME!!!! YEP I DREW MY SELF IN THE CARTOON, BUT I DIDN'T KNOW THAT I DID, EVEN THOUGH I REMEBER DRAWING MYSELF. THEN, THE NOSTALGIA CRITIC WAS THERE AND SAID THAT HE WOULD NOT REVIEW THE YU-GI-OH!
I JUMPED OUT OF MY SEET (even though I was standing) AND I CRYED AND DIED AND LIED AND SPIED THROUGH MY HYPER REALISTIC MOUTH AND I WAS SO SAD THAT I RAN OUT OF THE ROOM. I THEN RAN INTO HYPER-REALISTIC DIRECTOR, PRODUCER, STAR, WRITTER, AND ECKEKUTIVBE PRODUCER TOMYY WISEAU! HE SPROKED "OH HAI YOU! DID YOU WATCH MY FUNNY STORY MARK?"
"I FORGOT" tHEN I TURNED AROWNED AND I SAW GABEN LOOKING A T ME THEN HE ASKED "DO YOU LIKE PONIES?" I SAID "wellz imm neutrual so i guess i canttt hate em!" THEN GABENS HYPER REALISTIC FAKE EYES THAT WERE REAL ROLLED TO THE BACK OF HIS EYES AND THEN A HUGE FLASH (NOT A PIINESS YOU SILLEH!) AND i WAS TURNEDEDED INTOE A PEENKEE PEYE AND I SAID NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNYES! BUT THEN GABE REVEALED HIM SHELF TO BE PATRIXXXX THEN I WAS TURNED BACK TO NORMEL CAUSE PATRIXXX IS ACTUALLY A PRETTTY CUUL GUY.
THNE I QUIT MY JOB AND MARRIED MITT ROMNEY. wE HAVE 3 MUSLEM KIDS AND WE NOEW OWN NICKOLODEAN STUDEYEOES. THEN
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Category:EVIL PATRIXXX
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Unfunny
Category:Lost Episodes
Category:I WAS AN INTERN AT
Category:TOTALLY NOT UNFINISHED U GUIZE
Category:Hyper-realistic
Category:Old Shit
See Dad Run Theory

Have you ever seen the show on Nick at Nite called See Dad Run? There is a creepy backstory to it!
==Le Delicious Pasta ==
See Dad Run is a story about some guy named David he was an actor in Hollywood until he was fired because he was caught smoking crack in his dressing room and after that he got pounds of crack with his leftover money and then he was a frequent criminal until he escaped one day to a warehouse then he imagined a family their names were amy (his fake wife) emily (his fake daughter) and joe (his fake son) and from then on he lived... a ... life
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Category:Trollpasta
Category:THERY
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Shortpasta
See your skull

I'm going to tell you something TERRIBLE. One day I was bored so I googled "skull" and I found tons of skull pictures, and I saw my own skull there! This scared me very much and I committed sewerside.
Have you ever eaten a needle before? Do you know how much it hurts? What if you had to eat 1000 needles? That would probably hurt more. Have you ever had live insects shoved down your throat? It hurts, doesn't it? Actually, it doesn't hurt. It's just really disgusting. Have you ever eaten shards of broken glass? Why am I asking you this? It's because if you are reading this, you will die in 5 days unless you eat all those things.
When you pay to much for cable, you can't pay your bills. When you can't pay your bills, your house is repossessed. When your house is repossessed, you try finding a new place to live. When you try finding a new place to live, you go live in the subway. When you go live in the subway, you eat garbage. When you eat garbage, you eat toxic waste. And when you eat toxic waste, you turn into a human-rat hybrid that eats toxic waste. Don't turn into a human-rat hybrid that eats toxic waste. Get rid of Cable and upgrade to Direct TV.
I also! Found this horrible website called "Pouetpu-games.com" where people make mario levels. If you go there and make a level and name it "I eat dirt" you will be automatically brought to a picture of Michael Jackson. What is this about? This wiki is a catalog of the tricks of the trade for writing fiction. Tropes are devices and conventions that a writer can reasonably rely on as being present in the audience members' minds and expectations. On the whole, tropes are not clichés. The word clichéd means "stereotyped and trite." In other words, dull and uninteresting. We are not looking for dull and uninteresting entries. We are here to recognize tropes and play with them, not to make fun of them.
You're next.
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Category:Satire
Category:Mario
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Category:YOU'RE NEXT
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Category:Shortpasta
Seeking Madness

I am shaking as I write this. Sweat is running down my face. Every source I can find tells me that this is a bad idea, but my curiosity cannot be quelled. I can even see for myself now. There is no way this can end well for me, but I don't care. I want to see. I want to hear. I want to know for myself. I NEED to know.
Let me back up a few steps; I have gotten way ahead of myself. You know how you constantly hear those stories of people who stared at a mirror at night, or went to an insane asylum and asked for a certain patient, or some other fucked up shit? Well, I have heard a certain story of a certain someone that I just can't ignore. 
It is said that those who hear his voice never forget it. It is said that his words echo through the minds of the listener till they are driven to insanity. I have heard his name everywhere; it is well known. But that's not enough, not for me.
Now, most of these stories give specific instructions on who to be around, what time, and what day a specific action must be taken in order to achieve the wanted outcome. This is not one of those. This can be done virtually anywhere, at any time, and around anyone. The madness will be the same, or so I have heard. I am writing this, my story, and posting it beforehand, as documented proof of what I am about to do. If you do not hear from me again... well, it can be assumed that my mission was successful, and that my mind has become struck with madness. I warn my readers, though, that my possible fate could happen to anyone. Do not follow my actions lightly.
All of this takes us to now. Here I am, alone in my room, at night, my headphones on. If I am going to go mad, I might as well set the mood properly. I am a wreck, and nothing has even happened yet. But, alas, I need to stop delaying. If I don't satisfy my curiosity, I think I will go mad anyway. So, here we go. After I post my story, I will immediately open a new window, and seek out my prey. Seek out the one who has caused countless people to lose sleep. The one who has forced a life of madness on many. The one who's name, once learned, can never be forgotten. I will seek out... Mr Creepy Pasta.
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
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Category:Old Shit
Seelay.exe

This is a file found in a computer on September 4 2008. 
==May 12 2006==
I JUST GOT A NEW PC!!!!
My dad says it's a really fast PC, but he is going to plug it in tommorow. So as to not get bored,I am going to play Grand Theft Auto: San Andreas on my PS2.
== May 14 2006==
Yesterday my dad plugged the computer in,and I was so amazed of the graphics card, here are the stats:
Windows XP
Intel Core I4
E5200 @ 2.50 GHz
4,00 GB
32 BIT
I could finally play GTA Vice City, NFSMW 
This is the best computer EVER!!
==May 15  2006==
I looked in my Windows folder, as I looked at it's contents I saw a .exe file called Seelay.exe. I thought it wasn't really a default Windows file. I will open it tommorow, I am now really tired.
So I am going to sleep.
==May 16 2006==
I now wish I never had clicked on that file.
It started with a black screen.Then a ghostly voice said: 
"Help."
Then it began. It was a game, an 8-bit game. It started in a town one minute later, but the character was not in 8-bit anymore,it looked realistic. The character looked like a little girl with black eyes and with a white dress.
Suddenly she froze. The little girl's head was moving up to me, and stared at me with her black eyes. She then said:
"SEELAY"
Then came a screamer, then wierd pictures of naked dead people and animals,it grossed me the f*** out.
I puked, then there was a photo of a big man with red yellow eyes.
I shut off the computer. I couldn't tell my parents because then I think they thought I was crazy.
I don't know if I am gonna fall asleep this night.
==May 28 2006==
I am starting seeing things, weird, scary things.
==May 29 2006==
FeELIng aBit Sick STill HAvIng NigHtmAREs
==May 31 2006==
I Am HeARING THE Name SeELAY IN MY miND
==June 1 2006==
MY PAREnTS Are oUT  OH NO HELOPHELPHELPHELOPHELPHELPHELP
THEY ARETHEREHJDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
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This is my third pasta sorry for spelling, grammer errors
'Also, I think this is a bad pasta, but maybe it's not, I don't know'
if you want you can edit it if you want, i am a bit new here
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Jornel
Category:Vidya games
Category:File Extensions
Category:Im died
Category:English Class Failure
Seinfeld Lost Episode: Epstein

GEORGE: Where's Epstein?
KRAMER: [startled, Kramer drops the cigar he's trying to light] In Jerry's bathroom. He's on a little something I call suicide watch. [laugh track]
GEORGE: Suicide watch means he is CONSTANTLY MONITORED KRAY-MAH.
KRAMER: RELAX GEORGIE! I've got this
GEORGE: Do you now? You watch him for 20 minutes and now you're all of a sudden an expert?
KRAMER: Maybe I am... Some might call me an armchair expert.
GEORGE: If that's the case, then go check on him!!
KRAMER: I was just on my way when you interrupted me. [laugh track]
[opens Jerry's bathroom door, peeps through the door, slowly faces George]
KRAMER: ...What happens if he were to, let's say do what we were hired to stop him from doing?
GEORGE: KRAY-MAH!!!????!?!!! [bass slaps]
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Lost Episodes
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Shortpasta
Seinfeld Lost Epsiode: the Red Tape

*Seinfeld earrape plays*
scene opens at Jerry's comedy club*
Jerry: So what's the deal with Jews? *audience laughs* I mean, sure they're good with money and everything but on the other hand *seinfeld beat drops*.....they are all greedy penny-pinchers *audience laughs* *theme keeps on playing*
le next day*
Kramer bursts into Jerry's door*
Kramer: Can I borrow your gun Jerry?
Jerry: Why?
Kramer: Because, I've been having this stroke for 30 years and I wanna end myself RIGHT NOW!!! ON THE SPOT BABY!!!! *starts sporadically shaking like usual* *mouth begins to fizz*
Jerry: *pauses* Okay *earrape version of audience laughter*
scene cuts to Kramer scratching his own eyeballs out* *subsequently jumps out of Jerry's window*
Kramer: I'm still alive- Oh mama mia!!!
air conditioner falls* *lands on Kramer's head* *Kramer dies*
Jerry: Geez
George enters* *has a demented look on his face*
George: THESE PRETZELS ARE MAKING ME THIRSTY
George proceeds to force his way into Jerry's tight anus*
Kramer's dick looked like this ---> 8===================D
jerry dies from being anally destroyed lol*
audience applauds*
entire credits scroll within 2 seconds literally*
end credits scene appears*
Newman: *in a darkly lit room* *holding a candle* *chuckling with a malevolent smirk* Mehehehehehehe, Jerry! Jerry! Wake up! You know that- the mail never stops - Jerry.......Mwehehehehehehehehehe *smothers chocolate across his smile to look like the Joker* Hehehehehehehhehehehehhehehehehehehehheehehehehhe!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
The theme for Christopher Nolan's The Dark Knight plays
Duh, duh duh, duh, duh duh
THE END
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Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Lost Episodes
Category:WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT
Category:Shortpasta
Self-Insert

So slenderman wrapped his limbs around one guy and screame "othur! Pleeze help me!" And I, the author, (totally NOT a self-insert) saved him.
He gave me a tape labeled "Spongebob lost suicide mouse episode mist lost tape.avi.wmv.mpg.mp4" and I put in on the computer. It showed rainbow dash and pinkie pie, and it was liak cupcakes all over again. And then the screen flashed to a wave of gory satanic images. I then obtained a hyper-realistic mumified hand from the scout from tf2 and then I came in and talked to my own self-insert. I gave it to him, and he turned into a xenophobic racist and began cursing black people.
I gathered my cloned army of self-inserts and attacked him, but his forces were too strong. He wiped out my army and held my GF hostage inside his chest cavity.
I realized that one of my other self-inserts gave himself the title DR. TOTALLYNOTSELFINSERT and named his self insert GIANT SELF INSERT and it became huge.
I fought his spit samples into is chest, and saw my gf chained to the wall. But GIANT SELF INSERT did thing and I saved the day.
But then...
a...
"I'm warning you man, don't do it!" said my self-insert out of nowhere.
skele...
"Dont! please!"
ton...
"DONT DO IT CMON MAN IM WARNING YOU BWAAAAAH"
emerged.
umad?
And so, I never played minecraft again.
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Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:English Class Failure
Category:PROOF DAT SLENDURMAN EXUSTS
Category:And then a skeleton popped out
Category:Old Shit
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Shortpasta
Self Harm

You stared blankly as you watched a terrible murder happen.
You could do nothing to stop it.
The blood spilled onto your skin as you watched.
To make matters worse...
It was your reflection in a mirror that you were watching.
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Morons Attempting Poetry
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Suicide
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Old Shit
Semen thief

3 years ago some guys named semen thief came
they are worse than skeletons
he takes person to facility all colored white where they milk your semen and with everything hyper realistic
they do it for 10 years
they appear in pokemon games that are scrathed with word:nice semen you have
if you play pokemon and see something white avoid it
if thing sees you call jack
guy named jack is only one who can defeat them it level 100 mewtwo,charizard,golem,machoke,bulbsaur and lapras with generation 1 stats
semen thiefs pokemon are radnom with perverted names
if you fight them all your pokemon insta die and then you are taken to that facility
if you see one call:0443-326-444 jack and run as fast as you can from them until you wait or everything is super duper realistic ,if you dont do anything,sanic.exe will eat you
this is all i know
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Skeletons
Category:Pokemon
Category:Hyper-realistic
Category:Title that makes babbies laugh
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Shortpasta
Sentient Toilet

If your toilet was sentient...
Would you rather your toilet get excited to eat your shit, or hate you with an undying passion for it.
I vote for the tired impatience of a bureaucrat who is too broken by the system to even resent it.
"Oh, hey Josh... thought I'd at least get another few hours. Burritos, Josh? Again this week? It's not good for you, Josh, and it's not good for me either. Truth be told, little's good for me these days... on with the show, I guess. Do your worst."
While you're doing your business, there's no gasping of disgust or even exclamations of protest... just a deep, soul-flattening sigh when you finally pull the flush lever. It's clammy to the touch, nowit wasn't that way when you sat downbut you know that Toilette would never complain. This is a being for whom hope holds a similar place in mind as does Santa Clause or the Tooth Fairy... comforting fables for children, but things that have no true place in the worlds of humankind. This cruel world can bear no magic, no wonder, no whimsy... only porcelain, excrement, wadded paper, responsibility.
You spritz a small puff of air freshener, but Toilette neither thanks you nor complains... he stares at you with his one porcelain eye, the great white bowl your bowels profaned, and he does so unblinkingly... no judgment, no warmth, just a spirit crushed a tiny bit flatter each time you sit down on it.
You make to leave.
"The hands, Joshua... the hands. We've been over this."
"Right," you say, embarrassed by the chastisement. You wash them idly and try to strike up conversation. "Imagine if, while washing my hands, the sink started to moan and scream 'soap me harder daddy' right until a spurt of hot water splashed on my face. That'd be pretty wild, right?" you ask, laughing and shaking your head. You turn to Toilette to gauge his reaction, and the warm smile you wear fades to lukewarm like the water pooling at the bottom of the sink... his seat isn't rocking with laughter, nor is his water even so much as rippling.
"Same time Tomorrow, Josh?" he says, no acknowledgement of your attempt at levity. It was immature, anyways, and now you're left feeling just a little bit awkward. Fortunately, the toilet speaks again, breaking the moment's spell: "I'll be here, Josh... always here, nothing else."
"Same time tomorrow," you say, nodding and drying your hands. "Same time tomorrow."
And then you leave him to the stillness of the apartment dark. In such meditative silences, even a fixture might find its mind liable to wander... but Toilette, ever the realist, keeps his imagination on a very short leash.
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Category:Potty Humor
Sercer Arises From The Devil's Womb

SERCER ARSIES FROM THE DEVILD WOMB
This is the night that everyones going to die,people bow down to satian. we have a lot of people that are going to kill you, so get ready for this pasta pie. okay so heres the deal
every july seventh at eleven o'clock.. not a demon was stirring , not even an orb. cari thats wrong heres the real story
you still have time to run before the night feast..
every july seventh at 12 oclock, a cereal killer licks my hands while they dangle loosly like a bloody dead rag doll over my bed. it happens because my mom drowned me in a well and fed me tothe underground spirits of a firey chamber known as saintins garden hells angels..
there was one way to save myself, get re baptized in the hands of my demon princess.. once i sold my soul, satin dipped my head back into a pool of blood and drawed an upside down devil symbol star on my chest and sadi this is sercer night now ressurect me into the hands of fires light. on this day i am here to rob your soul to teach you what goes down when #TRUTH AND POWER COME ALIVE.
p.s: dont fuck with the wolves..
P.P.S:jesus called hes sick of the disses i told him to quit bitching, this isnt a fucking hot line
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Category:WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT
Category:Demins and Debbils
Category:English Class Failure
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Category:Shortpasta
Serial Killer Cooperation

Whenever I hear stories about two serial killers who worked together I'm always so curious how that came to be. Like who pitched that first and how do you sus them out. Like if my buddy was like, "hey do you like m-wording people?" I'd be like please never speak to me again. How does this happen? Do they have to like coax their friend into it or is it an equal part thing? Idk shit's crazy to me. We've all probably known a serial killer at some point.
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