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They Targeted Gamers

Gamers.
We're a group of people who will sit for hours, days, even weeks on end performing some of the hardest, most mentally demanding tasks. Over, and over, and over all for nothing more than a little digital token saying we did.
We'll punish our selfs doing things others would consider torture, because we think it's fun.
We'll spend most if not all of our free time min maxing the stats of a fictional character all to draw out a single extra point of damage per second.
Many of us have made careers out of doing just these things: slogging through the grind, all day, the same quests over and over, hundreds of times to the point where we know evety little detail such that some have attained such gamer nirvana that they can literally play these games blindfolded.
Do these people have any idea how many controllers have been smashed, systems over heated, disks and carts destroyed 8n frustration? All to latter be referred to as bragging rights?
These people honestly think this is a battle they can win? They take our media? We're already building a new one without them. They take our devs? Gamers aren't shy about throwing their money else where, or even making the games our selves. They think calling us racist, mysoginistic, rape apologists is going to change us? We've been called worse things by prepubescent 10 year olds with a shitty head set. They picked a fight against a group that's already grown desensitized to their strategies and methods. Who enjoy the battle of attrition they've threatened us with. Who take it as a challange when they tell us we no longer matter. Our obsession with proving we can after being told we can't is so deeply ingrained from years of dealing with big brothers/sisters and friends laughing at how pathetic we used to be that proving you people wrong has become a very real need; a honed reflex.
Gamers are competative, hard core, by nature. We love a challange. The worst thing you did in all of this was to challange us. You're not special, you're not original, you're not the first; this is just another boss fight.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Copypasta
Category:Satire
Category:Vidya games
Category:Shortpasta
They Watch You

In my town there once was a, now dead, serial killer propely called "The Eye Snatcher". The only thing that seperated him from John Wayne Gacy, Ted Bundy and other famous serial killers was that after he murdered his victims, Childern, Adults, Babies, adolecents etc. was that he stole the eyes from their corpses. Now I know your probaly thinking "What a sick fuck!". But don't worry...He can't get you.....Unless you believe he can...Of course you probaly won't be affected by this being....But the people who have been have never been heard of or seen again. 1 victim survived the attack and reported it to the police, What the victim said had the police in disbelief..."911 what's your emergency?" "I need a squad out he- No make that the whole fucking station!" "Sir, What's your situation? We can't send anybody until we know what's going on." "I saw him...Those FUCKING EYES!!" " Sir, Calm dow-" "HE SAW ME....AND I SAW HIM...I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE FUCK HE WAS!" "Who did you see?" "The Eye Snatcher...." "He was put on death sentence last week and gassed..Have you had anything to drink, Sir?" "You don't believe me..? I SAW HIM WITH MY OWN FUCKING EYES!" "Sir, If you don't calm down i'll have t-" "SEND SOMEONE THE FUCK OUT HERE I CAN SEE HIM!!" and then the audio from the victim's end cuts out. when the police arrived at his house he was completley unharmed and his house was completley intact eventhough in the 911 call you could hear glass breaking. the only thing the police had evidence of something happening that can only be explained as this "Unbelieveable" was that the area where the "Eye Snatcher" was seen by the victim was covered in blood and a circle of popped eyballs were laying on the floor..And...if you read this journal entry...Along with me...He knows where you are.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Wall of Text
Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
They Were Not Aliens

I am not trying to be indigenous about this or anything but let me start by saying that this happened in Tasmania, Australia. The end of the planet, they locally call it. Next stop is Antarctica and the Ice Wall.
I feel as if I have to mention that by no means am I religious nor do I believe in UFOs.
This one time I was glamping in the bush, eating some bush tucker and sipping on a mild chardonay beer. It was around 9 PM and the sun was just beginning to duck down under the "horizon" (if you believe in that kind of Glober shit). It was at this time that I saw it. It... "IT". That's what we will call IT. IT seemed to be coming out of the sky, making unnatural movements and manoeuvres that no human engineering can surely perform (maybe if they were really drunk).
As it got closer and closed OMFG IT WAS A DEMON NOT AN ALIEN!!!!1!1!!oen!1!!one!!!!!!11
I am still traumatised to this day. If anyone has a good lawyer that specialises in this kind of trauma, hit me up.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Beings
Category:Demins and Debbils
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
They Will Find Us

We live in colonies. Some of us are very old, while some of us were just brought into this world. But one thing we share in common, is that we are hunted, by, them. They hunt for us. When they find us, they do the most horiffic things. I say when becuase they will find us, no matter what. But when they do find us, they cut off our limbs and burn them. Sometimes, they skin us alive and they make piles of our skinned bodies. Others, not so lucky. They feed it to their metal pets, it's teeth chopping us up into pieces. Oh no, I think one is here right now. I cant see them, but they can see me. I cant move as their chainsaws cut into me. The humans, they are destroying us, the trees.
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Shortpasta
They are coming

It started with an email. "We are coming on Wednesday," it said. I didn't think about it too much.
I live in a house in suburbia. The pastel beige of mcmansions stretches as far as the eye can see.
Two car garages that are so full of junk that the owners park in the driveway. The detritus of the 21st century.
Perfectly cut lawns. The wrath of the HOA is the only threat here.
On Tuesday I received a text message, "We are coming tomorrow"
I woke up on Wednesday. The sun was spilling through my windows. I had to be ready.
I kept a silent watch, waiting for Them to come. A few times I sprinted to the toilet but quickly returned to my post.
I quickly grabbed some lunch. That was my downfall.
My stomach began to gurgle and shake. The storm that flung Ulysses to his fate was nothing compared to my intestinal tempest. My abominable gastric tornado was breaking into pieces promises and futures shattered on the ground.
I rushed to the toilet. The torrent came with a boom, foam. Destroying the peaceful glen within the bowl. The loch of the bowl was filled with my monster
Then I heard a knock. They were here.
I had one shot, one opportunity, in one moment. Would you capture it or let it slip? His face is sweaty.
The swift current could not be stopped. The mayonnaise is off already.
They rang the doorbell. I could not move. I was fixed to the spot by the waterfall that I had created.
After a few minutes I was done. I raced down to the door to confront Them.
They were gone. As I turned around to go back inside my house, I noticed a note. In trepidation I read it: " Sorry we missed you. You can pick up your parcel at our depot in Mascot"
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
They came...

Chris had enough! He hated that his family was troublemakers. He asked Santa to fix all of this mess. He got his wish because... They came. Chris' sister Allana left the Christmas party in the house to go to the high school Christmas party. She was walking in the snow and saw the mail truck. She needed the mailman to deliver Chris' letter to Santa. But when she looked out the window... The mailman was frozen to death. She looked below the mail truck... There was a Jack-In-The-Box. She started turning the lever. But when it came out... It killed her brutally It was now officially night "Where is she?" Chris' dad Dave asked. "She's supposed to be here by 8 PM!" After that Dave sat up and said, "Kids, me and Uncle Joe are going to find Allana" Joe and Dave were pretty much lost after a few miles until they found the body "Oh god!" said Joe. "Who murdered your daughter?!" "I dunno," said Dave. They were about to go back until Joe's feet got stuck. "I can't get out!" said Joe. "Relax Joe," said Dave "It's just powdered snow. Besides It's not that deep" a claw came out pushing Joe into the powdered snow. Luckily Joe got out and the 2 ran all the way out. They didn't know what to say anymore. Dave was about to say something but then... They came. The lights went out "What was that?" said Chris. Everyone could see Chris' cousin Gerry get pulled into the chimney with a chain in his foot. And everyone could see their hand pulling him up. Everyone ran upstairs. The Family was safe in the attic until their gingerbread man broke the door with an axe. The Family went downstairs and Joe pinned a gingerbread man with a knife. But then for some reason, the whole house started burning. Everyone escaped but then Chris realized they forgot someone. "NO!!!!" said Chris "UNCLE JOE WAS IN THE HOUSE AND HE SAVED US!" "R.I.P Joe," said Chris' brother Adam. Everyone was now in the forest. "Well?" said Chris "What should we do now?" But then the family got trapped in their snow globe. "Why are you doing this?" said Chris to them "Why do you want to kill my family?" Then they said... "Y̷̡̛̲̮̦̿̌͋̌͛̽͝͝͠Ô̵͚̠͙̕U̴̦͔͛̾̆͆̈́̄̀͘͝͝ͅ ̴̛̘̩̳͎̯̘͚̌̄̃̊͋̓̈G̴̨̼̻̙̠̥͆̕O̴̧̡̠͙̜̮̤̯̹̯͂T̶̯̣̟͙̤͍͈̠͇͔̓̑̔̌̈̀͝ ̸̞̖͈̙̩̠̱̩̭͑͊̓̌̓͊͠Y̸̢͙̲͇͒̀͆̒̌̄̔͊Ơ̷̛̭̘͉͙̥̾̍̐̑͗͝͠U̷̡̡͔͎̺͙̭͈̍̽Ŕ̶̛̖̣͇̹̳̪̉̑͐͘ ̴̢̛͎̞̪̐̍̃̄̈̾̉̕͘͝W̵̛̠̣̤̗̜̲̍̊̐̇͊͂̈́Ï̵̘̳̬̐̍͐̓̉͆͋͝S̸̛͎̭͈̻̞͎͎͔͖̊̌̽̂͛̐̈́̐H̶̡̛̛̱̖͕̰͚̲̞̥͙̀͂̌̍[" How do I know this? I was a cousin that didn't come to the Christmas party and heard the news.
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Category:DIALOGUE!
Category:Wall of Text
They have gone extinct

At school, I noticed my friends were talking about a game on Steam, so interested, I asked one of them what they were talking about, and he said, "We're talking about Spore and our creatures, you should definitely try it."
So when I got back home, I bought the game and tried it. The game started normally, the galaxy appeared, and I began a new game, all normal stuff.
But strange things started happening when I reached the creature stage; there was only one nest: my creature's nest. It was odd because on the Steam page images, there were other creature nests that you could explore.
I didn't think much of it and started looking for other parts, but guess what?
THERE WASN'T EVEN A SINGLE SKELETON SHAPED THINGS TO OBTAIN PARTS!
I was literally stuck with a cell with two feet, it wasn't good, and I had also reached the end of the map. So I turned back to return to my nest, but then a creature appeares and started looking at me.
It looked like a Swoo (yes, I looked at the creatures made by Maxis), but it was a bit taller and had parts I didn't even know existed. The scariest part was that it had no eyes and had a white mouth on top of pure black skin.
My stupid past self thought that the most intelligent thing to do was to approach it without any care. The closer I got, the more the game lagged, and the game window became smaller.
At one point, I was literally in front of its legs, the game closed and opened a web page with a black background and white text that said, "They are gone, they have gone extinct."
After the web page closed, the background was replaced with a photo of a white mouth.
The image wasn't even in my PC's files, so at this point, I wanted to delete the game from my PC forever.
But when I checked my Steam library, the game wasn't there; it was as if I had never bought it.
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Vidya games
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Shortpasta
They told me not to go in there

You have not lived until you've been at Walmart after midnight on the weekend.
Creatures that seem to have crawled out from under a rock, speed by on a mobilized shopping cart with their fat asses sucking the seat deep within.
However, I quite enjoy people watching. So, going to Walmart after midnight became one of my hobbies. On this particular night, I went straight from work to my Friday night hangout. I had got some T-Bell for lunch earlier that day, and of course, it was starting to make itself known as soon as I walked in the store.
It was time to take the Browns to the SuperBowl.
I clutched my tummy in pain as I felt a turtle head poke out if it's shell. This was it. I slid into the bathroom entry so fast, I nearly slammed into a damn wall.
Walmart was bumping tonight, and of course, a line had formed to use the facilities. I groaned and noticed one stall open. I immediately took the opportunity and grabbed the stall door. Not my fault those assholes didn't notice a fucking open stall.
Just as I walked in the stall, a hand grabbed my shoulder. I gasped, pants around my buttcheeks which were clenched together to prevent leakage. "You don't wanna go in derr buddy."
I swear I've seen this guy on a map which pointed out sex offenders living in your area. "Fuck off." I mumbled, grabbing the stall door from him.
"I'm warning you, you don't wanna go in derr." The fuckhead continued.
At this point, my asscheeks felt like the New Orlean levees. I locked the door and plopped on the toilet. "Hey derr Bob, I'm only saying it one last time."
I closed my eyes in relief as firecrackers stared shooting out my ass. The feeling was orgasmic, and it went on forever. One the fireworks hushed down, I realized I was the only one in the bathroom. It was amazing.
I felt almost completely empty, and fully satisfied. And I realized what sexual harassment panda was warning me about. I should've listened.
There was no toilet paper.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Originally on r/shittynosleep
Category:Shortpasta
Things get crazy

Once upon a time, Bubble Bitch got tired of his dirty dishrag whore single mother's shit and decided to move out. Due to how much of a lard-ass bastard Bunghole Bath is, he decided to bribe Sponge Douche and Poztrick with Jubba the Hutt body pillows, as seen in a now deleted video by the Youtuber "Mighty Jubba's Collection", to get them to move his stuff to the new house for him. Spaz Bob and Patriggered spontaneously had orgasms and accepted Boner Bass' offer.
However, once the three of them arrived at the new property, Butt Plug Bath proceeded to use the body pillows as dildis as if they were the twin towers, whilst Sponge Bong and Piss Take looked in horror as if they were forced to watch Rule34 of anthropomorphic fidget spinners. It was at this point that Fat Prick finally snaps. Poop Dick then stormed his way right up Bullshit Bass' Fugly Mug and shouted "so you fucked up really hard, now shit gets hyper realistic". Upon listening to what wise words Patrixxx had to say, all the blood flowing through Booby Bass' body transformed into seminal fluid, and then Bubble Brass took a gelatinous form before a skeleton popped out of his anal passage. The skeleton in question wore nothing but a cowboy hat and a bandana scarf. The skeleton started summarizing the crypto currency markets of the day, and then Sperm Bob and Porn Mix dropped on the floor and fell asleep immediately afterwards.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:SpongeBob
Category:Memes
Category:WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Hyper-realistic
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Shortpasta
Think About It

Everything YOU know about life came from books, television, the internet, YOUR family, YOUR teachers, YOUR friends. YOU learn nothing who don't came from others. YOUR whole vision of the world is dependent of others. YOU can travel to see thing firsthand, but still YOU will need guides and information posts to explain things to YOU. But what if YOU were manipulated? What if nobody ever tell YOU the truth? What if the whole world was dedicated to hide his true nature to YOU? What if this article is not just a innocent ghost story?
Watch out, they're coming!
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:THERY
Category:Well, that was pointless.
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
Thinking

I was once innocent, although things happen. These things make you think. I've been one of these people for about a year. Im sane, don't worry. It just hurts.
When i was 10, i was fine. Normal family, normal friends. It was great. There had attempted divorces multiple times, but don't worry about that yet, just focus on how it was good back then. I didn't have a care in the world.
11 years, it had got worse, but i was still fine. My mom had started insulting me, but only about every other month. Still fine. I got a job, random amounts of pay. Rolling tires, yay.
12 years, end of sixth grade. I learned how to solve a rubik's cube, and my whole class, including the teacher, hated me for it. My teacher actually started it. Thank god she's retired now. They destroyed the robot i made after abandoning the group i was in, to make my own robot. They class patented my design, i was furious. This was around where the thinking started.
Now i'm 13 in 7th grade, it sucks right now. Abusive mom, insulting brother, and my only help, my dad, is going to jail soon. I can't handle this. My mom doesn't know about this piece of writing, which is good. I've had suicidal thoughts, and i can't get them out of my head. I've been wondering how much razor blades cost. I've been hearing voices for a year, and my life has gone downhill. I can't remember how to properly make friends. My nickname is "caveman". I don't want a therapist, i hate them. My uncles and aunts, i hate them. They accused my of saying horrible things. I'm now thinking.
I can already feel the blades penetrating my skin.
I can already hear pill bottles hitting the floor.
I can hear my mom on the phone with a warden in a mental asylum.
I'm thinking.
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Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Look at me! I'm SO EDGY!
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Shortpasta
Third Ear

My dog is growing a third ear.
My thirteen year old Shih Tzu is called Benny. Have I told you how gorgeous he is? Well, he's gorgeous. Well, he was gorgeous. Until he started growing a third ear on his back.
I took him to the vet and the vet said that it wasn't anything too deranged and I told him to look more. So he made his eyes wider and said, "Is that good enough for you?" I didn't laugh, but his face looked strange, cold, I'm fairly sure he followed me home.
The next day an amalgamation of ears was on my dog's body. Not a third ear but thirteen ears. Some had hairs with spiders on and I took him back to the vet but the vet took him into the room and just started laughing hysterically. Said it was the funniest shit he'd ever sin so I put my hand down his throat and choked the bitch out
Now every time I take my thirteen eared Shih Tzu out for a walk I hear the vet laughing hysterically in the bushes and I want to kill him. I think I'll eat him next time.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Animulz
Category:Well, that was anticlimactic.
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
This Game Saved My Life

This game saved my life.
I am 27.
My ex-wife and I have a daughter together, and adopted our son together. They are now both 4 years old.
When we were going through our separation, I found myself lost and miserable. I was self destructive. I got so mad one day from everything spiraling out of my control that I punched some concrete in a moment of overwhelming emotion. That caused me to break my 5th metacarpal in my right hand... my working hand... my games hand.. the hand that I held and carried my children to bed with.. The hand I desperately needed to make sure I could continue to provide.
After learning of the severity of my self-inflicted damage, I was borderline suicidal. Keep in mind that just a few months before this, I was the happiest man with no history of depression or anxiety. I have never had fits of rage, or been one to break down and cry, but I was in a low spot that just really buried me from being able to see the light on the other side.
Having nothing better to do, I searched for a game I could play, ONE HANDED while I recovered. I somehow stumbled upon this game and read some of the reviews. I decided that it had to be worth a shot... I must admit, I didn't beat the game, or play nearly as long as some of you. In fact, I may have only played this game a day or two.. With that being said, after doing so, I had a new found joy and hope for life. I was able to put behind me the pain and suffering that had been cast over me. I was able to experience other peoples joy and happiness. I was able to see the fruits of my "labor". I relaxed for 5 fucking minutes to this music long enough to realize that I was going to be okay.
After coming to that realization, I turned the game off, and I went back to work. It hurt my hand like hell but I was motivated. I stopped feeling so damn sorry for myself, and I became the father I needed to be in that moment, not the weak boy I was behaving as.
Today, I am close friend with my kids mother. We don't fight, or argue, or say hurtful things to each other. We are parents, and friends.
I now have 3 kids. My third child is, wait for it, ALSO 4 YEARS OLD. The woman I am with was going through a very similar situation at the time of my own separation, and we just stumbled in to each others life unexpectedly. We have been in a relationship for a year now, and are very happy together.
Moral of the story, you never know what life holds in store for you, and if I would have given up when all the odds were stacked against me, I wouldn't be where I am today. This silly little game helped me realize that.
Thank you.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:Copypasta
Category:Vidya games
Category:Memes
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck