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YourNext.exe

Now to start off, I have always been a big fan of indie games, such as Minecraft, Slender, and Super Meat Boy. I will not give you the link to this document for the safety of your sanity.
It was an average day, I was just scouring round the internet for any freeware for my new laptop I'd just bought (my old one overheated), when I found something interesting. It was a seemingly obscure foreign website. I cannot give out the name of this website as it has been shut down as of September 2012. 
Being the careless person I am, I decided to click on it. Even though I had my brand new laptop specifically built for multitasking and hardcore gaming, the website took about an hour to load. I was excited and bored at the same time, as I've never seen a website take so long to load.
I got up, poured myself a glass of coke, and sat back down on my chair. This website clearly wasn't going to load anytime soon, so I tried to open up YouTube for some comic relief. It wouldn't work. Every time I tried to open anything else an error message would pop up saying "이 웹 사이트는 여전히 인내, 잠깐로드", which roughly translates to:
"The website is loading, WAIT PATIENTLY!"
It was clear I would have to wait out this hour in boredom.
When the website finally loaded, it was surprisingly not in foreign at all. I was not disappointed. There were over 2000 free games in the list, each with a rough description and some screenshots. I saw something that stuck out for me though, being a vast player of horror games. It was called YoureNext.exe. It seemed like a cheesy, lame FPS running on the same engine as DOOM and QUAKE from looking at the screenshots. I thought I would download it, since cheesy games always made me laugh. Surprisingly, the RAR only contained two files. A readme, and a ROM. I thought this is because the game ran on the same engine as DOOM.
I opened the readme. It said to drag the ROM file into my command prompt. It started generating random codes and then after a few minutes, a file called YoureNext.exe was placed on my desktop. I thought this was a very strange way to install a game, even for a foreign country. I opened the file. It turned out to be another DOOM clone. Or so I thought. I started a new game. The game was pretty simple, similar to Wolfenstein 3D in shapes and colors,
Every few seconds though, a picture would flash across my screen for about a milisecond. I couldn't see what these were, so I decided to start up Ezvid and record my gameplay. Then the game crashed after about 20 minutes. So I viewed back my footage. What I saw was disturbing. It seemed to be a video put in frame by frame, of a young boy having their guts tied around them. I threw up all over my screen. Then, I heard a knock at my door.
I opened it to see a dead boy at my front door.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Vidya games
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:YOU'RE NEXT
Category:WHAT A TWIST!
Category:Old Shit
Category:File Extensions
Category:I CAN HAZ TRANSLATION?
Category:Look at me! I'm SO EDGY!
Your Best Friend

Her name was Whitlea.
She tossed me aside as if I was of no use to her. Let me tell you the story now...before you make the same mistake.
It was April, the month when Pokémon Trainers chose their Pokémon and went out to explore the world.
One girl was happier than the others to receive a Pokémon.
As she came here, to the lab, I yearned for her to pick me. No one ever did. They thought I was useless. Every April I wanted someone to choose me, and every April I cried myself to sleep. All I wanted was a friend.
And then it happened. She chose me.
My heart felt like bursting from sheer happiness. At the back of my mind, something sparked, and I sensed my prayers had been answered.
"Yes, Professor Juniper. I would like this Pokémon."
Juniper then came to me. She picked me up and put me in Whitlea's arms.
Whitlea was given a Pokédex like all before her. Now her journey began. She walked proudly towards the border of Nuvema Town. As she was walking, a Purrloin jumped out of one of the trees. She told me to use tackle, my only damaging move at the time. I almost defeated it. It used endeavor, which I was unaware it knew. It knocked me down to half health. I used my tackle once again and defeated it.
I gained strength when I did.
Since then, I was her best friend and she was mine.
But then came a time she captured more powerful Pokémon. I wasn't number one anymore.
She put me in what she called a 'box'.
I was starved. I didn't take any chances. I would die, but take her with me. I destroyed the 'box' and escaped. I stalked her. She saw me. I wasn't pure anymore.
My ear was ripped. So was my tail. My arms and ears were rotting, the flesh had turned brown. The bones were visible in my tail and were blood stained. I was missing my scalchop and instead had a sketch of it in blood.
When she saw my face, she turned pale with fear and disgust. My brain was exposed and my eye sockets were empty and black. I was nothing short of a zombie.
"Whitlea, why did you leave me? WHY?!" Tears were dripping from my eye sockets. I was so sad.
Whitlea did not reply. She trembled in fear.
"Look at me! This is what you have done to me!" I was now hysterically crying. I softened my voice. "I thought you loved me...I was your best friend, remember? Please be my friend...If not..."
Now Whitlea finally replied. "Oshawott, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I loved you and still do!"
Lies.
She didn't love me anymore. I saw it in her eyes. Truth to be told, she feared me. I was hideous. She didn't like me for who I was.
I wanted her with me. I decided to kill her. So I could hug her once more.
I used my claws and slit her throat. Blood spilled out. She was now dead. I killed myself too.
Now we are both dead. We roam the world. We have both murdered. We are accepted neither in heaven nor hell. No one wants us.
Your Pokémon is your best friend too. It pains me to know there are others like Whitlea.
Never abandon your best friend.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Pokemon
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Look at me! I'm SO EDGY!
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Old Shit
Your Biological Mother Is So Morbidly Obese

Your biological mother is so morbidly obese, one day she flew out to space and the entire Solar System started orbiting around her. Now the Solar System traverses around your mom as she takes us out into new galaxies, and collects more planets and stars for her orbit. We're building a peaceful multiplanet society with our alien friends thanks to your mom. We owe it all to her. And just because she ate more doughnuts than anybody else in the universe.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Copypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Memes
Category:Shortpasta
Your Comment Is Shit (Copypasta)

Hello, fellow user of Reddit, and the internet itself. I want to notify you that today, at 19:16 (7:16pm) I decided to visit one of my favorite entertainment websites called "Reddit". After "scrolling" through multiple interesting and amusing posts, I have noticed one that caught my attention. After analyzing the submission, I have decided to open the "comment" section to see reactions and opinions of other fellow "reddittors" after reading a few quite clever and humorous comments and "threads", I stumbled upon yours. The text which your comment contained slightly bemused me, as I viewed it illogical and quite pointless, so, naturally, I decided to read it again to check if I missed any details that would make it more clear. But while I was trying to comprehend the thinking behind your "comment" something happened. I felt pressure building up inside my stomach, which wasn't too surprising considering that I ate a higher than average amount of bean products today's dinner. I realized that I wanted to release a fart from my rectum. Checking, that nobody is inside my room right now, I decided to release it. But quite unexpected, and unfortunate for me, I felt not just the gas, but also liquid fecal matter too. After a moment of realization, I understood what happened, I defeated in my pants and trousers, while having the intent of just releasing bowel gases, "sharted" as kids these days say. Without waiting, I decided to take action. I got off my chair and went to the bathroom to clean myself and the clothing I was wearing. After around 40 minutes of washing out fecal matter off my clothes, I realized that, in fact the feces that I am getting rid of, strongly remind me of your comment, that I was reading 40 minutes ago.
I wrote to practice some English grammar since it's my second language, open for criticism
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Category:Copypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Potty Humor
Category:Wall of Text
Category:Shortpasta
Your Eyes

For my entire life, all I saw was an endless expanse of dead, impassable darkness. And within this darkness, I was alone. It was a cold feeling... so cold. I wanted, I longed for, I needed the warmth of someone. Anyone...
But nobody wanted to be near me. Not one. And... when they did come near...
Their cries of terror pierced my lonely heart as they ran away; it seemed as though they knew more of what was to come than I.
Why couldn't we be friends? I didn't understand that it was because I was... different.
My empty black eyesockets gushed blood down my face all day, every day. The blood would slowly roll down my cheeks like red tears and pool on the floor...
I wanted friends, I needed their love. Why couldn't I have it?
Once I mustered the courage, to ask it aloud. "Why?"
The girl inched away from me, her shaky voice fading, "Because you're wrong, you're different, you're a freak!" she yelled.
I finally understood why no one would ever be my friend.
And so...
I decided I didn't need friends. In fact, no one did.
The worthless, cruel bastards drowned in my pouring, gushing blood, and I laughed. I smiled.
They shouted insults and spit on me, and in return I reveled in their nightmarish deaths.
I ripped their eyes from their sockets, slowly twisting and pulling; taking my time as each tendon snapped, as every drop of blood was individually drained... every moment had to be painful. It wasn't fun if it wasn't painful.
I liked it when they begged to live, but loved it more still when they hurt so much, so deeply, that they begged to die...
I was always giddy with laughter, hearing them writhe in endless agony, slowly sinking to their deaths...
No one would ever be their friends now, nor will they be yours...
That's right, you're one of them too. I'm coming to take your eyes.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Pointless Violence
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
Your Friend, Max

Hello. My Name is Jay, the following story is a copy from a piece of notebook paper I found on the ground at Hastings Entertainment. The following story has many unanswered questions, is it real? When does it take place? Who's Max? Who's the narrator?......Enjoy.
Today I was at school and found a note in my locker. It was written on red construction paper. It read:
"How are you? ___________. Your friend, Max"
I think it was a prank, so I threw it away.
Today I got another note in my locker, again on red paper. It read:
"Hi, please write back, please. ______________. Your friend, Max."
Again, I tossed it into the bin.
Again, I've received another note....same kind of paper. "Are you mad at me? __________. Your friend, Max."
Of course the note was thrown away.
Okay..... 4th day, 4th note.....this one is different.....still on the red paper it read:
"AWNSER ME! GOD DAMMIT! Your friend, Max."
It didn't have a blank space for me to write in.... I kept this note.
5th day, no note. Thank Jesus.
6th day, no note.
7th day, peice of red paper, reading, "Come on, please awnser me I'm getting very upset with you! _________________. Your friend, Max."
I kept this one wear I kept the last, taped to my wall in my room.
8th day, no note. Again.
Today I got another note.... still on the red paper, it read:
"Ok....Please......Please...... ________________. Your friend, Max."
10th day, no note
11th day, no note
12th day, no note
13th day...... strange, strange note. it was on white paper, that looked like a thin red liquid was spilled on to color it red. It read:
"Your Friend, Max."
I threw it away, along with all the others...
Its been 9 days since the last note.....and I think "Max" gave up!
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Jornel
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
Your Life

What if I told you that your life was fake and everything around you was a lie?
What if I told you that everyone around you were just existing to keep you sane?
What if I told you that your very existence is just to dream this ongoing life until the next person is selected in the game that is your imagination?
And what if I told you that everyone around you is actually a copy of you but you are blind to their very look and feel and only see and feel the feelings preset in your brain?
And what if I told you that this story was written by the only person who is real?
And that you.
Are the copy.
But cannot.
Even.
...
See it.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Shortpasta
Category:Old Shit
Your Mother

Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away, your mother and I were eating pasta. After horking down the meal, she farted loudly and left the room. I was so terrified by the horrifying tragedy, that I destroyed my computer at once. I later began to experience awful nightmares, which became pfogressively worse, until I promptly commited suicide by cutting my wrists. Afterwards, I got on my computer and and wrote this story, so other people may know of the devastating events that even now haunt every waking moment of my life, and fill my dreams with terror and fright.
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Im died
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
Your Reflection

It is said that every mirrored surface is a gateway to the realm where our reflections live and are forced to do everything we do. If you ever see the reflection of someone you know beside your own within a mirror, their double will soon come to take them from you. If you look into a mirror and see your own reflection is missing, run. Run until you can see yourself in the windows of the buildings and the puddles on the street. No one can go over and come back. Except for in one place. Deep in a Romanian forest there is a pool that never has a wave on it's surface, no matter how hard the wind is blowing, or even if you throw a rock into it. Fill your pockets with shiny white stones and wade into the water until it is above your head and wait until you can't hold your breath any longer. Empty your pockets of all the stones before you reach the surface and you will be in the mirror realm. Find your double there where your home should be, and kill them. If you do so you sacrifice your reflection for twice the potential of any other human.
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Rituwel
Category:Beings
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
Your Turn

You can see him in your dreams. The man turned your sleepy little mountain town upside-down, and everyone's been abuzz since he arrived. Whenever you think about him, the warm glow of contentment suffuses you (why?) - this is the type of person you dream of meeting, you dream of being. What is he doing in a nowhere place like this?
It doesn't matter, you tell yourself (yes, it does). Why look a gift horse in the mouth? The man's done so much for the community, brought you all together... now that you think of it, you can't really think of what, exactly, he's done. But the fact that the community's better than ever can't be denied, and who can grudge him a few neighbors for that?
Come to that, you realize with a tinge of excitement, it's going to be your turn soon. You begin the walk to his house (nest?), even though you know you're early. You can hear Ms. Andrews, that girl from down the street, crying inside. Silly girl always was overemotional. "Thank you, thank yo—" you can hear her say before abruptly cutting off. Her turn, now my turn, you think with a smile on your face as you rap on the door.
After a long moment, the door swings open and the man (men have faces, what could this be?) opens the door. He gestures you inside, and you're struck at first by the odor of his house (nest) before he shuffles you over to one of the chairs. Ms. Andrews is sleeping (dead) in a nearby chair, poor girl must have tired herself out.
"Is it my turn yet?" you croak. It hurts to speak, and you realize you haven't spoken since you met this man.
The man (thing) nods wordlessly, and you realize you've never heard his (its) voice. Somehow, that doesn't matter. You smile, and despite yourself, you can't help but shed a tear of gratitude.
"Thank you," you say in that same rough voice, as he (it) leans closer to you.
You, too, will be host to his eggs.
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Beings
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Category:WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS SHIT
Category:Old Shit
Category:Shortpasta
Your iPoor

Oh, sorry, I couldn't hear you because I have my AirPods Max™ on me, listening to the new U2 album on Apple Music® which I found using Shazam®. I even Apple Pay®-ed for it on iTunes® with Face ID® on my iPhone® and now I'm listening to it on my Mac Pro® with my Pro Wheels, equipped with an Apple Afterburner® card hooked up to my 2 Apple Pro Display XDR® sitting on my 2 Pro Stands, programming with Swift®, SwiftUI® and AppleScript® using Xcode® and AppleScript Studio™, something you will never even see cuz your iPoor. Speaking of music, I absolutely love my multi-room HomePod® setup, which serves as a bridge to all my HomeKit® accessories. It just works. I can ask Siri® to turn on the lights. Hell, I even set up various Siri Shortcuts® to make all kind of cool stuff, like looking up the next Apple Event and with Handoff® I can easily just move my music from my iPhone® 12 Pro Max(yes, it does have AppleCare®, I got it from the Genius Bar® at the local Apple Store® and I love the Super Retina® display) to my HomePod® or even to my Apple Watch® I also want to buy a HomePod mini™ as well, or maybe even 2, or 3... the possibilities are endless, but not for you poor ass. Yes, if you're asking I DO have the new Apple Pencil®. In fact, I have 3 of them. One is for my iPad Pro® from 2020 and the other one for my iPad Air® 4th generation. I use both of them for my Sidecar™ setup with macOS®(If you think that the design of Big Sur is bad, then your just jealous because your so poor ypu can't even get an iPhone® SE). The third one is in case the other ones wear out. OMG! My bestie messaged me on iMessage® and sent me a Slofie™ and her Animoji® is GORGEOUS. I also shot some amazing photos around Apple Park in Apple ProRAW™. I would AirDrop® them to you, but you don't have that :P. Did I mention that I also got Final Cut Pro® and Logic Pro® because I just got home from a Today at Apple® session and I absolutely love the magnetic timeline and the way everything is structured. It just works, and it's especially neat with the Touch Bar™ on the MacBook Pro® 16" and MacBook Pro® 13" with the M1 chip inside, which is the fastest chip in the laptop space. Anyway, I'm going to go to my Apple TV® and watch on Apple TV+™ the new episode of The Morning Show since I lost my MacBook Air® in a bar, but thankfully, Find My™ quickly found it and also it was encrypted with FileVault®. Then I'm going to exercise with Apple Fitness+℠. You gotta get that Burn Bar℠ up and then I'mma play some games on Apple Arcade℠. Their collection is simply unbeatable by anything out there, just like they say, There's an app for that®. Thanks for coming to my podcast everyone, you can find me on Apple Podcasts® with the name iLoveApple. Cya and don't forget to Think different®.
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Copypasta
Category:Satire
Category:Wall of Text
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck
Yourself Killed Yourself

Crack, creak
Your bedroom was the most uncomfortable place ever, it had shattered windows, paint-peeled walls and a creaking door. It was located in the attic of your house, which meant it had an unfortunate amount of spiders.
More insects however infested your bedroom, some with diseases as powerful as death, some carrying infections which tortured you as if 10,000 hot knives were stuck into you.
As usual, you had a dreamless and sleepless night tonight, you glared at the photo on your bedside table. It had a smiling man with greying hair, and a navy blue suit,
"Dad" you thought, "Why did you join the army?"
You turned around on the other side, but unfortunately saw another picture, of a woman dressed in a lilac dressing gown which had blue flowers all around,
"Mom" you thought, "Why did you commit suicide?"
...
Surprisingly you fell asleep, you never knew what could happen to you while you were asleep, one of those insects could have poisoned you.
In your dream you were walking on a mysterious orange cloud, the sky was a reddish black and orange colour, and a mixture of explosion was below you. You felt strange and peered over the side, it looked as if you were on top of a mushroom cloud, but it was impossible.
You saw a figure who was also on the cloud coming towards you, you felt uncomftorble,
"Name?" the figure said, it sounded like your voice,
You stuttered your name,
"What time is this?" it said,
You stuttered the day, month and year,
The figure came out of the shadows, it looked exactly like you!
"AAHH!" you screamed, you then fell right through the nuclear cloud, burning and disintergrating.
...
You woke up in an instant, you were lying in the hospital, a nurse walked right in,
"Well, you're here because of dangerous sleep movements and well - you're being a bit mental,"
You glared at her, you couldn't talk because of a bandage clasped around your mouth, the nurse walked off, and then another person came in,
It looked exactly like you...
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Bad Creepypasta
Category:Suicide
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Old Shit
Youtube

theres a site called Youtube a place where you can watch videos and with family and friends but theres one thing in youtube that no one knows about....
you see theres a channel that copys other people takes their videos and turns them into bloody dark videos of film it scares people alot when this evil person came to youtube their username was...
"video destroyer"
the first victim was spindashpro and changed their username to that then started making his videos horror video destroyer got bourd and went to someone else that user didn't stop...ever...
no one can report or ban the user he stills runs around and keeps doing the same thing..........
forever...
Category:Deletion Log Refugees
Category:Trollpasta
Category:Satire
Category:COMPUTERS AND INTERWEBZ
Category:English Class Failure
Category:Shortpasta
Category:TOTALLY NOT UNFINISHED U GUIZE
Category:Well, that was pointless.