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NoStart House

Let me start by saying that Dumb Ass [dead link] was addicted to weed.
We were friends in college and continued to be after I graduated. Notice that I said "I". He dropped out after two years of barely cutting it. After I moved out of the dorms and into a small apartment, I didn't see Dumb as much. We would talk online every now and then (AIM was king in pre-Facebook years). There was a period where he wasn't online for about five weeks straight. I wasn't worried. He was a pretty notorious flake and drug addict, so I assumed he just stopped caring. Then one night I saw him log on. Before I could initiate a conversation, he sent me a message.
"David, man, we need to fuck."
That was when he told me about the NoStart House. It got that name because no one had ever reached the Starting door before disappearing. The rules were pretty simple and cliche: reach the first room of the building and you win 500 cash moneys. There were 69 rooms in all. The house was located outside the city, roughly 666 miles from my house in some place called "Bikini bottom." Apparently Dumb had tried and failed. He was a weed and scat porn addict, so I figured the scat got the best of him and he wigged out at a paper skeleton or something. He told me it would be too much for anyone. That it was unnatural.
I didn't believe him. I told him I would check it out the next night and no matter how hard he tried to convince me otherwise, 500 cash moneys sounded too good to be true. I had to go. I set out the following night.
When I arrived, I immediately noticed something strange about the building. It was shaped like a dome, but was just a rock. Have you ever seen or read something that shouldn't be scary, but for some reason a chill crawls up your spine? I walked toward the building and the feeling of uneasiness only intensified as I tried to find the front door.
All of the sudden, a skeleton popped out and I fell unconscious.
I woke up in a sandy room. The room looked like a normal hotel lobby decorated for Halloween. A sign was posted in place of a worker. It read, "Room 1 this way. 69 more follow. Reach the end and you win!"
Pissed, I yelled "WHERE'S MY CASH MONEY?" Then I heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw EVIL PATRIXXX!!!!!11!!1!!!!!11!!!!!!!!!1!!11!!
EVIL PATRIXXX said "What the fuck are you talking about? I thought you were here to be my sex slave."
"Ummm... no. Can you lead me to the exit?" I said.
"Okay" EVIL PATRIXXX said with a grin on his face.
He escorted me to a room labeled "Room 69." He shoved me inside and locked the door. Inside Room 69 was a theater. They were playing some sort of training video on "How to be EVIL PATRIXXX's assistant. It was extremely disturbing. It showed how to suck his starfish dick and how to drink his ball juice. After 13 minutes of this, I said "fuck it" and killed myself.
The end.
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Category:Satire
Category:EVIL PATRIXXX
Category:Potty Humor
Category:DIALOGUE!
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Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
No Eyes

October 5th 1940.Sgt.garcia sent his men to war fighting against Germans most of them wore a gasmask a Russian GP-7 gasmask.once they arrived it took about 48 hours for it to stop.
October 17 1940 7:00 pm.A patrol group left on there nighty patrol most of them were talking about there kids,wife,or sex.As the night went by Pvt.hudson split with the group to pee the group waited for him trying to make him scared
PVT.luther:HEY WHATS TAKING YOU SO LONG BOOGEYMAN GOT YOU ALREADY
<group lughter>
Pvt:hudson<whispering>pff assholes
Pvt.victor:hey guys lets prank him
<group agrees with pvt victor>
pvt.victor:HEY WERE LEAVING
<they hide in bushes>
pvt.hudson:WAIT<zips up zipper>WAIT FOR ME
then private hudson eyes were stabbed by tree branches
<branches snap body drops on the floor>
pvt.hudson:<yelling in pain>AHHHHHHHHHH HAAAAAAAAA MY EYES MY EYES ah HAAA
<group quickly gets out of the bushes>
pvt.hector:GET HIM BACK TO CAMP
as the group heads back to camp as fast as they can the medical team takes over and pull out the branches blood splatter out of his eyes and clearly you can see one of his eyes were pulled out leaking blood on the tree branch
then pvt.hudson passed out and died from lack of blood loss
october 30 1941:another nightly group of soldiers pass by talking about pvt.hudson's death
but the rest of the group left because they didnt want to hear that story
sgt.harris:PUSSIES!!
then sgt harris turns around and all he saw was a face with bloody eye sockets and a trail of blood leaking down his face out of his sockets and still today all the victims who seen pvt.hudson in the woods were later found.With there eyes impaled with branches or eyes taken out and put on a hook and were hung on a nearby tree.
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Category:Pointless Violence
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No Hope

That day I was standing near the lake, and looking at my own reflection.
Oh, how I loved life. I had the best boyfriend ever, the best of friends.
I even thought I looked pretty good as a reflection. I laughed at that one.
And you know, I was so into these thoughts I hardly saw the man holding the knife that sneaked up behind me and killed me.
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No More

Ted was an ordinary kid with an ordinary life. He liked video games and was very smart. He thought his life was perfect until one night when he decided to invite a friend to study and spend the night. They started playing "World of Warcraft" but that stopped when his computer screen turned of then heard an bloodcurdling scream. Ted heard the words "no more" echoing. Then Ted realized his friend was gone. Ted went downstairs to check it out and he saw his mom dead in a bloody mess on the floor. Ted was speechless... Then he heard "no more" echoing again. He went to his dad's bedroom and saw him dead with his heart out of his body and his entire chest open revealing his insides. Ted saw his friend come out from under the bed holding a knife. Ted said, "I-it was y-y-you. His friend replied in almost a whisper but also with a somewhat demonic tone, "So you finally figured it out..NOW YOU WILL BE NO MORE!" He lunged at Ted with his knife... And while Ted was lying dead on the ground, he heard the words "no more" for the last time.
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No More.exe

So, here is my story about encountering a "cartridge" of Sonic 1.
I was playing some Sonic 2 on my Sega Genesis that I recieved for christmas, I was in Mystic Cave trying to beat the boss when I heard a knock on the door.
I paused the game and went to my door, opened it, and saw a box, and inside of it was a cartridge of Sonic 1, but the cartridge's front image seemed different.
Sonic's expression looked sad and depressed, almost like a suicidal teenager.
And the background was cloudy.
Thinking this was just the incorrect image label, I popped Sonic 2 out of my Genesis and put the game on.
Oh boy, what a mistake.
The SEGA title screen had dust on it, like it has been under a bed for 3 weeks.
Unfortunately, I could never take a screen shot of it.
Later I thought to plug the game into my PC using a cable that I had made.
Now that I had the ability to manipulate screenshots, I continued to play the game.
The title screen had no one to be seen, only green, dirty water and the logo.
I decided to start the first level, but instead of Green Hill.. it said: Nightmare.
The level's sky was gray, and depressing.
Sonic could not run.. it was like he wanted to end his life.
The level looked like Green Hill.. but there were no rings, no badniks, nothing, it felt unnerving..
Later on, Sonic walked up on the cliff where the yellow spring was, looked over and sobbed while crouching.
Sonic then got up, and jumped off, ending his life.
It mortified me, seeing my favourite video-game character from the Sonic franchise commit suicide.
I felt guilty of the death of a video-game character, and then there was a screen popup saying: I'm sorry.
The game popped out and I got depressed, only because of a single cartridge.
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Category:Sonic
Category:Suicide
Category:File Extensions
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Shortpasta
No Nut November Needs to Stop

No nut November (NNN) is akin to hardcore dieting, it's a short-term endeavor that may result in temporary change, but in the end, you'll go right back to your old habits. So then, what is the point of NNN? Is it to reach an ethereal plane in which we can become our own masters? Is it to obtain grand mastery of the mystic arts by retaining all the sexual energy within our bodies? Or, is it simply to remind ourselves of the shitty lives with live, without the instant gratification that masturbation provides present to cover up our suffering? I say it should be thought of as the later. We need some form of wake-up call to alert us to the issues we experience in daily life. Rampant inflation, increasing crime rates, Sword Art Online still retaining a fanbase, these things cause us stress. Our main legal form of relieving this stress is through masturbation. It provides us a temporary release from our thoughts. No Nut November removes this ability and makes us more aware of the world around us. Although, I don't and never have used masturbation in this way. I masturbate to keep myself from having sex with my homies. I need something to distract me from their bulging muscles, glistening forearms that could pick me up to spin me in the air, and tight buttocks that could squeeze a tennis ball until it burst from the pressure. Just being around them makes me sweat pools of foul-smelling liquid. I even talk about them with my girlfriend after work instead of asking her about how her day was. I just cannot get my mind off them. It's gotten to the point where I've started imaging their tongues entering my mouth while I French kiss my girlfriend. This month I won't participate in No Nut November, otherwise I cannot continue to control myself. I'd like to rip off the band aid and present myself to them for the taking, but alas I cannot. I won't breach the sacred bond of friendship we have. So, in conclusion, that is why I cannot participate in the festivities of this month.
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Category:Memes
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No One There

It was midnight. I stayed up for hours trying to find any information on a creature I had seen two days ago. It was black and tall with many tentacles. I did not know what it was. I had never heard of anything about something like that. It did not matter now I suppose. What to do now? The clock to the far right of my dark room was ticking. I felt as if it got louder with each second. The only thing illuminating my room was my computer screen.
I finally found a video on the thing I was looking for. "Slender Man" the screen read. Who was Sender Man? It sounded familiar, but I could not remember where I heard it from. Maybe Minecraft? Yes, definitely from Minecraft. My friend had gotten me sickly addicted to that game. I clicked on the play button on the screen. At first it was just a bland white screen. Then a static noise started to play.
The audio progressively got more aggressive every second. Three words now floated around. DON'T. BE. AFRAID. An ominous voice started to drown out everything else. It sounded as if someone took a knife and scraped it against concrete. It was high pitched and then altered to a deeper calmer voice. It said " Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you, I wouldn't lie. I would not leave you. I will comfort you. I will hold you in my arms. Forever..."
Two thoughts went through my mind. One- This is creepy as fuck. Two- What asshole posted this on the internet? I looked at the poster's account. It was Gõtzd Ø. What did the zero with the slash through it mean?
"No. No. No. No. No. No .No. NO. NO. NO!" the voice roared. Now the voice itself was aggressive, never mind the static. I closed the website's window and shut down my computer. What the hell was this? My skin was pale and even after half an hour, I was still not able to get the voice out of my head.
A glass of water would be fine, I thought. I opened the door to my room, careful not to wake up my parents. As I crept through the house as if my life depended on it. And in some way it did, because my parents would have killed me if I had woken them up.
As I opened the fridge, I heard something move. I shuttered at the idea of there being another in the house. I took out a bottled water and closed the fridge door. I could see a figure in the darkness, as if it were binding with it. I could see no human resemblance other than the fact that its many limbs stood straight. Frozen in horror, I could not move as it moved closer. I closed my eyes and opened them again. There was no one to be found.....
I wake up in the morning, realizing I am dead.
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No Quitting

The following happened to me while playing DayZ. It's an ArmA 2 zombie mod that focuses on realistic survival. You need to find food, water, medical supplies, etc.
Anyway, I was playing DayZ with a pirated copy of ArmA 2 (Yeah, I know, piracy is bad). The only server I could connect to was on the other side of the world. This meant lots of lag and was always night time when I played, as I wasn't going to stay up 'til 3 in the morning to play during the day.
Everyone on the server was Russian and hackers were rampant, as usual. Some of the things they did would be to teleport everyone 600ft. into the air and let us all fall to our deaths, teleport everyone in one area to shoot us, or to send us all out into the ocean. Every now and then, I'd get connection problems and quit to do something else for a bit. However, when I tried connecting back, the server wouldn't let me in. I kept trying and eventually spawned with a new character. Unfortunately, I was bleeding, and didn't have any bandages.
You see, when you use a pirated copy of ArmA 2, you're using someone else's CD key, too. Since the game identifies you by your CD key, I was essentially sharing my character with someone else I didn't know.
It was dark on the server, and I couldn't get my flashlight to work, so I started running through the nearby forest. After about 10 minutes of running forwards, the screen went black, and the noise of my character's bones snapping played. It was the same sounds as when you fall off a tall place and break your legs. The only thing on the screen were the words "No Quitting".
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Category:Well, that was pointless.
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Category:Shortpasta
No Rest for the Unliving

Manfred wasn't a very smart man.
He took everything at face value, never really seeing through tall tales or secrets not mentioned, and so he bought a cheap house in a marshland. A standard 2 story house made in the 1970's, and he loved it very much, it was his pride and joy.
He lived alone in this house, and despite his love for it, the smell was disgusting, and there were bug infestations quite frequently. One night, he investigates to find the source, when he overturned a floorboard and found the secret. 
A food cache was rotting underneath his floor, left by the previous owners. Despite his attempts to contact those who sold him the house, they were unreachable. He began throwing out the rotting food when he stumbled across the true secret of this house.
Grey rotting bodies lay underneath the food piles. Naturally, a horrifying sight, but Manfred was conflicted. If he called the police, he would seem suspicious for having bodies in his home. If he didn't, he wouldn't be arrested but he'd have to live with the trauma.
So there he lie, in his bed at night, but he was without sleep, only laying with dread. Morning after morning, day by day, his eyes became more wide and red, his appearance became sickly and unkempt, and his mind was decaying fast.
Then, he heard it. Heartbeats. Multiple heartbeats from different sources. Soon he began hearing creaking, it getting closer and closer. He grabbed a gun to defend himself, and yet how could he against a foe he couldn't understand?
His aim weakened, his arms quaked, and his door swung open. The bodies moved slow, yet with perfect tracking. Pieces of their skin flaked off, revealing bone and rotten tissue. Manfred was overwhelmed, and dropped his weapon, accepting his fate.
Manfred was found dead the next morning, and there were bodies in his house. His body was found in his room, blood soaked the floor, and he was very dead, a gunshot wound to the head.
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Category:Beings
Category:Suicide
Category:Well, that was pointless.
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Category:Shortpasta
No Sex Because of Better Call Saul

My boyfriend refuses to have sex with me because of Better Call Saul.
We've had a healthy sexual relationship since the first time we met 2 years ago. He's a sweet guy, he always puts me first whenever we're in bed. But there's something.... interesting about his habits.
Something I noticed was that he kept a notepad right next to his bed and he would always write something in it after we did the deed.
The beginning of our relationship was honestly the best I've ever had but I never knew why he got more and more distant as our relationship went on. I knew it had something to do with the notepad. That damned notepad. He never told me what he wrote in the notepad after sex even when I begged him to. He's always been a mysterious guy but this added another layer, like he had something to hide.
I asked my friends about what he might have written in the notepad and they brought up that he could be writing about our sexual performance. I've always had an insecurity in bed due to... ahem... previous relationships so I got anxious that this might have been what he was up to.
For context, his favorite show is Better Call Saul and he's autistic so this is his special interest. He loved Breaking Bad and would always talk to me and all our friends about it and when Better Call Saul came out, he jumped right on it.
On Halloween we went as Saul and Kim to our friend's party and after we got home, we roleplayed and had a fun night but the day after shattered me.
He was passed out drunk from the night before and curiosity got the best of of me. I checked his notepad and written on there were seemingly random dates along with Better Call Saul episode names. As I took another look at the dates, I connected the dots and realized what he did. He kept a list of all the times we've had sex, each with the episode names in chronological order.
I woke him up as soon as I found out and my heart shattered when he couldn't look me in the eyes. I could see that he was ashamed— but he was ashamed he got caught not because of his actions.
"We can't have sex anymore, [my name]."
I immediately asked why and he told me that that he could only have a satisfactory performance if he thinks about Better Call Saul afterwards. I realized that because this was the last episode, we wouldn't have sex anymore. I asked him if that was the case and he nodded, looking at the floor.
How do I convince my boyfriend to have sex with me even though this is getting in the way of our relationship?
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Category:Memes
Category:TELAVISHUN
No Shadow Ned

There once was a baby name Ned. Legend has it he wore his diaper on his head because his parents didn't understand the purpose of using diapers. One day, when he was done pissing and shitting on the floor due to his parents incompetence, he turned on the vacuum to clean it up and sucked up his shadow. He began to panic as he had sucked up his shadow into his pee/poop vacuum and he was sure it would come out just filthy. He had to get a new shadow.
So he shot his mom and took hers.
The point of me telling you this story is if you have kids, you will remember to lock your guns up or your kid will probably kill you and gank your shadow when his shit vacuum blows a fuse and he thinks his shadow went away.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Potty Humor
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
No one told me to stay safe

I posted a thoroughly spooktacular story on r/nosleep and plenty of people offered advice, but none of them said stay safe OP, So I didn't. Not only did I break lockdown, I flew to Nepal, Climbed the first mountain I came to, Shoved a firework up my arsecrack and lit it, put on skis and a blindfold, and skied down without using sticks. After a bit the firework exploded and I was torn in half. My legless torso rolled down the mountain forming a giant snowball that gathered speed, destroying towns and cities until I hit a nuclear power plant, the explosion of which sent me into space, where I tore through the bottom of an alien spaceship. the Aliens were sucked into the hole I'd made and plugged the gap so I didn't suffocate. The sexier of the two, a chap called KGiaionoakcu, frowned at me without eyes or a face and said.
"We were totes going to uplift humans to be a spacefaring species and end global warming and war and death. Now we're gunna totes fucking kill you cunts." He then suffocated to death, and the snow on my giant snowball started to melt, so I dragged myself over to the controls and contacted his mothership. His considerably uglier commander, a chick called Thragonicoikuimcukcagaedpsitend no, asked me who I was and What his dying words were. I first stated my name and plugged my novels and personal subreddit to her, and then said that he said he was going to kill us all.
"Thanks." She said, and then fired a laser at me, killing me and then destroyed the earth. In retrospect, I probably could have done a better job of staying safe at several junctures, and could have promoted my work in a more effective manner, but no one had told me either so It wasn't really my fault.
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