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VICTREEBEL... non ho parole e non vi anticipo nienrte, vi dico solo: SEMPLICEMENTE FANTASTICA :'D

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Avevo circa 45 anni quando successe, mia figlia era incinta di nove mesi ormai e nella città di Biancavilla non c’erano ospedali, decidemmo dunque di andare all’Isola Cannella, lì c’era un’ottima clinica (ora mi sembra sia diventata una palestra… Bho, non saprei). C’erano anche cliniche più vicine ma fui così stupido da preferire la “qualità” ed andare fino all’Isola Cannella. Io, mia figlia, suo marito ed il mio migliore amico (non voglio citare i nomi…) decidemmo di prendere l’aereo e partire. Come ben sapete era vietato portare pokèmon sull’areo, ma a mia figlia importava poco, Biancavilla era (ed è ancora oggi) una città molto piccola e mia figlia era conosciutissima, ci si fidava di lei ed i controlli erano molto scarsi, mia figlia portò con se 3 esemplari di pokèmon: un Charizard, un Blastoise ed un Venusar, nascosti nelle pokèball sotto la maglietta. Era ormai al nono mese, un po’ di pancia in più non si sarebbe riconosciuta.

Salimmo sull’aereo iniziammo a discutere del più e del meno, io da giovane ero il solito stereotipo di nerd/secchione che si legge sui fumetti e cresciuto non sono cambiato: ammorbai tutti esponendo le mie teorie sui pokèmon, dopo un quarto d’ora il mio migliore amico, totalmente differente da me, un “figo” come lo definirebbe oggi mio nipote, prese a sbeffeggiarmi invitandomi a smettere, il marito di mia figlia non disse nulla, ma dallo sguardo concordava con lui. Mia figlia dal canto suo era ben attenta e guardava fuori dal finestrino, sorvolavamo il mare, pioveva, c’era un’alluvione, una fortissima alluvione. Si sentì un urlo provenire dalla sala comandi, era successo qualcosa. L’aereo iniziò a precipitare, s’aprì il portellone dell’aereo: un guasto interno. Una voce ci invitò a mettere i giubbini salvagenti e a mantenere la calma, come si poteva mantenere la calma? L’aereo iniziò a precipitare, il mio migliore amico iniziò ad urlare, lo seguirono gli altri passeggeri, il marito di mia figlia non fece una piega e mia figlia disse “l’aereo è spacciato. Fidatevi di me e buttatevi.”. In quel momento c’era ben poco da fare, ci buttammo pregando tutti che mia figlia avesse davvero un buon piano. Non lo aveva, ma buttarsi era effettivamente l’unica speranza.

Sentì “VENUSAUR COSA STAI FACENDO?!” Venusaur era uscito a mezz’aria dalla pokèball, ci afferrò tutti con delle liane ci mise in groppa a Charizard anch’esso uscito qualche decimo di secondo dopo. Venusaur cadde in mare. Non lo vidi mai più. La tempesta era fortissima, Charizard perse il controllo, il mio migliore amico cadde in mare. Sentì un urlo, urlai anche io, lui non morì, Blastoise era in mare, lo salvò. Charizard ci portò su un’isola… Non saprei dire quale fosse, Blastoise arrivò poco dopo. Eravamo lì, tutti e 6 (i miei 4 amici ed i 2 pokèmon). Mia figlia iniziò a piangere per Venusar, la seguirono Charizard e Blastoise.

L’isola sembrava deserta, era composta solo una fitta giungla ed una spiaggia, la classica isola da film di serie B. Il mio migliore amico ed il marito di mia figlia andarono a controllare la giungla, magari vi era un centro abitato. Io, con l’aiuto dei due pokèmon, cercai da mangiare. Mia figlia incinta non era in grado di far nulla, era al nono mese, la nascita era questione di giorni. Mi tenni ai margini della giungla, come ogni nerd da fumetto fin da giovane non sono mai stato bravo in eventuali combattimenti/fughe, anche con due bodyguard come Charizard e Blastoise. Trovai (Blastoise trovò) alcuni pesci e decidemmo di cucinari. Accesi il fuoco (Charizard accese il fuoco) ed iniziai a cucinare i pesci, quando ad un certo punto arrivò il mio amico urlando “AIUTO!!! L’HANNO UCCISO! L’HANNO UCCISO!! L’HANNO MASSACRATO!!”.

Si buttò a terra ed iniziò a piangere. Poi alzò la testa e disse “Voglio andarmene da qui…” Non sapevo cosa dire… Dunque mi “aiutò” mia figlia dicendo “cosa è successo?” “L’hanno massacrato! Hanno ucciso tuo marito!” rispose il mio amico. Mia figlia rimase scioccata, ci fu qualche secondo di silenzio poi svenne, io la soccorsi ed il mio amico intanto disse “Abbiamo incontrato pokèmon sconosciuti… Gialli con delle foglie verde… E denti aguzzi… Hanno massacrato il marito di tua figlia… Appena visto i pokèmon sono scappato, ma ho fatto troppo rumore, ci hanno visto e si sono avventati sulla preda più vicina… Che Dio ci salvi...” continuò a piangere… Io non sapevo cosa dire, poi aggiunse “L’hanno orribilmente mutilato, lo hanno preso con le loro foglie e iniziato a graffiare la pelle… Alla vista del sangue hanno incominciato a fare molto di peggio. Dapprima gli hanno cavato un occhio con una foglia, per poi mangiarlo davanti a lui… Le sue urla erano atroci… Ed io… Ed io ero lì… Senza poter far nulla. Ha cercato di dimenarsi, ma nulla… Con un morso gli hanno staccato un braccio… Poi anche l’altro… Poi una gamba… Poi gli hanno cavato l’altro occhio e l’hanno lasciato lì… A morire.”

Ero spaventatissimo… Ed il mio amico ancor più di me. Arrivò la notte, non raccontammo i particolari a mia figlia. Dopo una cena a base di pesce io, mia figlia e Charizard andammo a controllare la zona… Mia figlia non si fidava per nulla del mio migliore amico, quindi decise di venire con me, lo lasciammo solo il mio amico con Blastoise. Non trovammo nulla d’interessante, almeno fino al nostro ritorno al fuoco… C’era della polvere violetta a terra, sicuramente l’attacco “sonnifero” e il mio amico a terra… Morto. Il corpo del mio amico era bucherellato, imbevuto di sangue, naturalmente senz’occhi. Non aveva neanche la gamba destra, ma la trovai lì vicino. La sua gamba era inflzata nel corpo di Blastoise la quale testa mancava. Non vi era più neanche il guscio. Ciò che ne rimaneva erano solo scaglie infilzate nel corpo del mio amico. Mia figlia svenne con Charizard per la seconda volta io… Bho… Non ricordo se devo essere sincero. Forse svennì anche perché il mio ricordo riprende direttamente dalla mattina successiva.

Quella mattina partì molto male, arrivarono quegli stranissimi pokèmon, così iniziammo a scappare, ma mia figlia si fermò di colpo. Aveva le doglie. “NON PROPRIO ADESSO, cavolo!” urlammo in coro, Charizard si voltò, versò una lacrima e corse in volo verso quel branco di “cosi”. Ne arrostì qualcuno e poi scappò, tutti quegli strani pokèmon lo seguirono, non rividi mai più quel Charizard. Ora eravamo io, mia figlia ed un neonato… Fortunatamente la scienza è sempre stata una mia passione e sapevo cosa fare in caso di parto. Dopo un quarto d’ora, i pokèmon reiniziarono ad inseguirici… Il terrore era alla stelle.

Vedemmo una nave, una nave incaricata di cercare eventuali superstiti dell’incidente del giorno prima. Urlammo, ci agitammo, il bambino iniziò a piangere, ma la nave ci avvistò ed ancorò… Troppo tardi. I pokèmon erano ormai a pochi metri da noi, riuscimmo entrambi a salire sulla scala per la nave, ma mia figlia fu afferrata ad una gamba. Disse “PRENDI IL BAMBINO”, lo presi, senza pensarci “ORA VATTENE MUOVITI… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH” Le avevano tagliato le gambe, non c’era più nulla da fare, scappai. Piansi a lungo… Pensai “il mondo deve sapere… Dovrebbero inventare delle specie di enciclopedie con la descrizione di tutti i pokèmon… Che diamine, sono un genio! Lo farò io! E metterò come primi pokémon quelli che ci hanno salvato! E li distribuirò ai ragazzi in modo che siano protetti.” smisi di piangere, poi guardai il bambino e dissi “Ora siamo rimasti solo io e te… Come posso chiamarti? Jack?” il bambino non fece nulla “Erasmo?” nulla “Gary?” il bambino rise e dissi sorridendo “Ok, mi piace, ciao Gary”.

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Ma i creepypasta di My Little Pony?

No, perchè siccome mia sorè li guarda e io li odio profondamente, sono riuscito finalmente a trovare delle cose INTERESSANTI su di essi, in particolare su un personaggio, la cavalla rosa (pinky pie).

Leggetevi un po' CUPCAKES ("PASTICCINI") (è bella lunga eh!):

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Cupcakes

Di Sergeant Sprinkles: World's Greatest Party Clown

Traduzione italiana a cura di Umbra e Retsu

ATTENZIONE: Questa fanfiction è estremamente cruenta, e può rovinare il vostro apprezzamento per un certo personaggio di My Little Pony e per gli omonimi prodotti dolciari. LEGGETE A VOSTRO RISCHIO!

L'aria era calda, il sole stava splendendo, e tutti i pony a Ponyville stavano trascorrendo una meravigliosa giornata. La piazza cittadina era attiva e affollata e pony impegnati riempivano le strade. Tutti i pony sembravano avere un posto in cui andare. Tutti tranne Rainbow Dash: il suo posto era nel cielo. Si librò liberamente nell'aria, accelerando in una direzione e poi nell'altra, sfrecciando sulle cime degli alberi e correndo contro il vento. Il pegaso blu scese in picchiata su un cortile scolastico, con grande gioia dei puledrini, poi salì centinaia di metri in alto e si tuffò, riscendendo di nuovo più veloce che poteva. Pochi secondi prima di toccare il terreno, le sue ali si riaprirono e si levò nuovamente nel cielo limpido. Rainbow si sentiva viva.
Tutto a un tratto, Dash si ricordò che doveva essere da qualche parte: si sarebbe dovuta incontrare con Pinkie Pie tra cinque minuti. Dash era stata talmente presa dai suoi esercizi che aveva quasi dimenticato che Pinkie le aveva chiesto di incontrarla allo Sugarcube Corner alle tre. Pinkie non aveva spiegato il perché né cosa avrebbero fatto, ma Dash sapeva che con Pinkie, poteva trattarsi di tutto. Dash, tuttavia, non era certa di voler andare. Era così occupata nelle sue acrobazie che aveva pensato di dare buca a Pinkie per continuare a volare. Ma la coscienza di Dash prevalse. Sapeva che questo avrebbe ferito i sentimenti di Pinkie; dopo tutto, Pinkie aveva detto che sarebbe stato qualcosa di speciale solo per loro due. Dash ci pensò e disse "perché no?". Che cosa aveva da perdere? Poteva trattarsi di altri scherzi. Pinkie poteva aver trovato qualche nuovo scherzo da fare, e poi si erano divertite così tanto l'ultima volta. Dash accelerò al massimo per riguadagnare il tempo perduto, e si affrettò al suo appuntamento.
Quando Dash entrò nel negozio, fu subito accolta dall'amica, che stava saltellando per l'entusiasmo. "Evviva, sei qui! Ho aspettato tuuutto il giorno." disse il pony saltellante.
"Scusa il ritardo Pinkie. Stavo facendo i miei esercizi pomeridiani e ho perso la cognizione del tempo." si scusò Dash.
Pinkie rise e rispose con un tono gioioso e rassicurante, "Oh va bene, ora sei qui. Cosa sono pochi minuti in più? Sono stata cosììì eccitata a pensare a tutte le cose divertenti che faremo, che non ho smesso di saltare da quando mi sono svegliata. Cioè, ho quasi scordato di respirare tanto che sono felice."
Dash fece una piccola risata imbarazzata. Aveva sempre apprezzato il modo di vivere di Pinkie gioioso e socievole, ma la sovrabbondanza di entusiasmo di Pinkie quasi la spaventava. Dash mantenne comunque un'espressione gentile. Se Pinkie si comportava così voleva dire che aveva in mente qualcosa di buono.
"Perciò, sei pronta a iniziare Rainbow Dash? Ho già tutto pronto." disse il pony rosa.
Dash si concentrò. "Puoi scommetterci, Pinkie. Allora cosa hai in mente? Faremo scherzi a qualcuno? Ho un paio di begli scherzi cui ho pensato. Oppure hai in mente delle nuove acrobazie che pensi debba provare? O forse…"
"FAREMO CUPCAKES!¹" gridò Pinkie con gioia.
"Cucinare?" Dash era delusa. "Pinkie, lo sai che non sono brava a cucinare. Ricordi l'ultima volta?"
"Oh non è un problema. Mi serve solo il tuo aiuto nel prepararli. Farò quasi tutto io." spiegò Pinkie.
Dash ci pensò su un attimo. "Ok, mi hai convinta. Cosa vuoi che faccia di preciso?"
"Questo è lo spirito giusto. Prendi." Pinkie diede a Dash un cupcake.
Dash era perplessa "Pensavo di doverti aiutare a prepararli."
"E lo farai. Ho fatto questo proprio per te prima che arrivassi."
"Quindi, si tratta di assaggiarli?"
"Qualcosa del genere" disse Pinkie.
Dash con esitazione s'infilò il dolce in bocca. Masticò un po' e ingoiò. Non male.
"Ok, ora che si fa?" chiese Dash.
"Ora" rispose Pinkie, "Fai la nanna."
Confusa, Dash aprì la bocca ma si sentì subito stordita. Le vertigini la travolsero, tutto intorno a lei girava, e in pochi secondi crollò a terra.

Quando Dash riprese conoscenza, si ritrovò in una stanza buia. Provò a muovere la testa ma una cinghia di cuoio la teneva ben stretta. Con forza riprovò a muoversi, ma apparecchi attorno al torace e agli arti la tenevano salda a un supporto fatto di diverse tavole robuste, che le teneva le zampe divaricate. Le ali erano le uniche parti del corpo non legate, e battevano disperatamente mentre cercava di scappare. Come iniziò a dimenarsi, Pinkie saltò improvvisamente davanti agli occhi di Dash.
"Bene, sei sveglia. Ora possiamo iniziare." disse Pinkie con gioia. Balzò nell'oscurità e riappave spingendo un piccolo carrello coperto da un telo.
"Pinkie, che succede? Non riesco a muovermi!" disse subito Dash.
"Certo, è perché sei legata." rispose Pinkie. "Perciò non puoi muoverti. Non pensavo di dovertelo dire."
"Ma perché? Che sta succedendo? Pensavo di dovere aiutarti a preparare cupcakes."
"Stai aiutando. Vedi, ho finito l'ingrediente segreto e mi servi tu per averne altro."
"Ingrediente segreto?" Ora Dash respirava affannosamente e stava entrando nel panico. "Che ingrediente segreto?"
Pinkie rise e rispose "Tu, sciocca!"
Gli occhi di Dash si spalancarono, e la sua faccia si contorse. Poi iniziò a ridere e disse, con una voce quasi isterica, "Wow, sei stata grande, Pinkie Pie. Cioè, farmi credere che sarei diventata un cupcake. Ti dirò, questo è il migliore scherzo di sempre. Hai vinto, sei la migliore."
Pinkie rise ancora di più. "Oh, grazie Dash. Ma oggi non ho ancora fatto nessuno scherzo, perciò non posso accettare il complimento."
Dash si stava ancora dimenando. "Dai Pinkie, non è divertente."
"E allora perché stavi ridendo?" Prima che Dash potesse rispondere, Pinkie prese il telo e lo tirò via. Sul carrello c'era un vassoio con dentro vari strumenti medici taglienti e coltelli, ordinati con cura e tremendamente affilati, e una grossa borsa per medicinali.
Dash era ora completamente nel panico. Iniziava a essere in iperventilazione. La sua mente lavorava freneticamente mentre tentava di ragionare con il pony rosa. "Non puoi farlo Pinkie! Sono tua amica!"
"Lo so che lo sei ed è per questo che sono così contenta di averti qui. Condivideremo i tuoi ultimi attimi insieme, solo tu ed io." Pinkie stava saltellando di nuovo.
"Ma, gli altri pony si chiederanno dove sono. Quando si accumuleranno le nuvole verranno a cercarmi e verranno da te." gridò Dash disperatamente.
"Oh, Dash" disse Pinkie. "Non preoccuparti, ci sono molti pony pegaso per far sparire poche nuvole. E tra l'altro, nessuno se ne accorgerà. Cioè, da quanto tempo credi che faccia questo?" E con quella frase inquietante, le luci si accesero improvvisamente e rivelarono il resto della stanza.
"Oh no." Dash sbiancò per l'orrore dell'immagine che le si presentava. La stanza era decorata con un tipico ma contorto stile Pinkie Pie. Festoni colorati di interiora essiccate svolazzavano sul soffitto, teschi di tutte le dimensioni e dipinti di colori vivaci erano attaccati alle pareti, e organi colorati con pastelli e riempiti di elio erano legati agli schienali delle sedie. Tavoli e sedie erano fatti di ossa e carne conservata di pony morti. Dash rabbrividì vedendo la parte centrale del tavolo più vicino a lei. C'erano le teste di quattro puledri, con gli occhi chiusi come se stessero dormendo, che indossavano dei cappelli da festa fatti con la loro stessa pelle. Con un brivido di terrore, Dash riconobbe tra di loro una compagna di classe di Apple Bloom, Twist. Lo sguardo di Dash andò avanti e indietro, poi si posò su uno striscione di vari pezzi cuciti insieme appeso alle travi. Era fatto con diverse pelli di pony conciate, e su di esso vi erano scarabocchiate le parole "La vita è una festa" in rosso sangue.
L'attenzione di Dash fu richiamata da una trombetta da festa che srotolandosi le solleticava il naso. Guardò a bocca aperta Pinkie Pie, che si trovava proprio davanti a lei. Il pony festoso stava indossando un abito trapuntato con pelle secca, decorato con cutie marks. Sul dorso svolazzavano sei ali di pegaso, tutte di colori diversi. Come il pony saltò per l'eccitazione, il suo girocollo di corni d'unicorno staccati suonò rumorosamente.
"Ti piace?" chiese Pinkie. "L'ho fatto io."
Disperatamente, Dash implorò il pony sorridente davanti a lei. "Pinkie ti prego, mi dispiace se ti ho fatto qualcosa di sbagliato. Non volevo. Per favore lasciami andare. Prometto che non lo dirò a nessuno."
"Oh Dash, tu non hai fatto nulla. È solo che il tuo numero è arrivato e, beh, io non faccio le regole. Non possiamo tornare indietro ora."
Dash stava per piangere. Come stava accadendo questo?
"Oooh, non essere triste Dash." disse Pinkie. "Guarda, questo ti tirerà su. Ti ho portato un'amica."
Apparentemente dal nulla, Pinkie prese un teschio dipinto di un blu e un giallo vivaci. Era della dimensione di un pony, ma aveva una caratteristica molto particolare: un becco.
Dash rimase a bocca aperta in stato di shock. "È... è di… è …di?"
"Hey Dash, restiamo insieme. Questi pony sono noiosi. Stupidi stupidi stupidi." disse Pinkie imitando. "L'ho presa poco prima che lasciasse la città. Ricordi quando ho lasciato la festa per venti minuti? Non era abbastanza tempo per giocare con lei ovviamente, ho dovuto aspettare che finisse la festa per farlo. Ma cavolo se mi è piaciuto farlo. Ne valeva la pena solo per il sapore. I grifoni hanno il sapore di due animali in uno, è incredibile. Lo so che lei non aveva un numero come tutti gli altri a Ponyville, ma quando avrei avuto un'altra possibilità di provare un grifone? Probabilmente avrei dovuto chiederle da dove venisse così ne avrei avuti altri, ma me ne dimenticai. Ti dirò, era proprio tosta. È durata parecchio tempo, e mi sono divertita molto. Ho avuto la possibilità di giocare con qualcuno che non fosse un pony e provare nuove cose. Peccato che fosse così maleducata. Ha detto così tante cose cattive che ho dovuto staccarle la lingua. Lo sai, le parolacce causano cattivo umore, Rainbow Dash."
Dash non aveva niente da dire. Semplicemente singhiozzava e si contorceva nei suoi stretti vincoli.
"Beh" disse Pinkie con aria definitiva, "basta con i ricordi. È ora di iniziare."
Posando il teschio di Gilda, il pony rosa prese un bisturi dalla fenditura del suo zoccolo e si avvicinò al fianco destro di Dash. Senza esitazione, Pinkie pose la lama qualche centimetro sopra il cutie mark di Dash e cominciò un taglio circolare intorno a esso. Dash gridò per il dolore e tentò disperatamente di allontanarsi, ma gli apparecchi la tenevano ferma. Finita l'incisione, Pinkie prese un coltello curvo per scuoiare dal vassoio. Facendo una brutta faccia per la concentrazione, lavorò sotto la pelle di Dash e tagliò la pelle dal muscolo. Dash strinse i denti mentre con le lacrime agli occhi guardava la sua carne staccarsi. Pinkie poi andò dall'altro lato e ripeté il processo sul fianco sinistro. Una volta che ebbe finito, Pinkie strinse entrambi i cutie mark davanti alla sua amica e cominciò ad agitarli come pompon. Dash fece solo un gemito. I suoi fianchi bruciavano come mai prima d'ora.
Mentre posava i brandelli di pelle, Pinkie scelse un grosso coltello da macellaio e camminò dietro il pegaso blu. "Spero non ti dispiaccia, penso che ora improvviserò²." Pinkie rise. Prese l'ala sinistra di Dash in bocca e ci giocò per qualche secondo, tirandola con forza indietro in modo che il dolore riaccendesse il fuoco nei fianchi di Dash. Poi, allungando l'ala, Pinkie scagliò il coltello con forza alla base. Immediatamente Dash urlò e si agitò. Il movimento fece sbagliare mira a Pinkie. Provò di nuovo a colpire il bersaglio ma sbagliò, facendo un enorme taglio nella schiena di Dash.
"Dash, devi stare ferma o continuerò a sbagliare." disse Pinkie con rimprovero mentre la sua amica urlava. Pinkie diede un altro colpo e colpì il bersaglio. Colpì ancora e ancora. Il sangue spruzzò in aria, ma Pinkie capì che non stava ottenendo nessun risultato. La lama non poteva passare attraverso l'osso. "Hmm, credo di aver dimenticato di affilarlo. Proverò qualcos'altro." dichiarò Pinkie gettandosi il coltello alle spalle, impiantandolo in un tavolo. Attraverso lo stordimento per dolore e lacrime, Dash sentì il rumore di una scatola metallica che si apriva e si richiudeva.

"Trovata! Dimmi Dash, perché lo chiamano seghetto? Non taglia; tagliare è quello che stavo facendo col coltello. Questa è una sega. Non ci arrivo."³
Pinkie posizionò l'attrezzo sulla carne maciullata rimasta dall'ultimo tentativo. Stando in piedi sulle zampe posteriori, muovendo la sega avanti e indietro con i suoi zoccoli anteriori. Questa tagliò facilmente attraverso l'osso e la pelle. Il sentore dei denti frastagliati macinarle attraverso, fece venire a Dash la nausea. Guardò intontita la sua ala volarle sopra la testa e atterrare sul tavolo. Pinkie si spostò sull'altra ala e cominciò a segare. Dash non si ribellò questa volta; aveva ormai rinunciato a lottare e si concentrò sul soffocare le urla di dolore. Improvvisamente il segare si fermò. Pinkie era solo a metà lavoro, l'ala pendeva, appesa solo a una scheggia.
"Hey Dash," Cinguettò Pinkie. "Pensa velocemente!"
Improvvisamente, Pinkie dette uno strattone all'ala più forte che poté. L'osso si spezzò, ma la pelle del pony blu resistette, per poi strapparsi. Lo strattone strappò via un lungo lembo di carne fino in fondo alla groppa posteriore di Dash.
Il suo corpo s'intorpidì per l'inaspettato trauma. Il suo bacino si tese, e Dash sentì un una sensazione di tepore fra le zampe, e la sua forte, infinita melodia di dolore riempì la stanza. Incapace di riprendere il fiato, svenne.
Dash si svegliò con un sussulto. Il fetore della sua urina riempì le sue narici colme di muco raffermo. Quando la sua vista si mise a fuoco, vide una Pinkie Pie davvero imbronciata rimuovere l'ago di una grande siringa per adrenalina dal suo petto.
Pestando gli zoccoli per terra, la frustrata Pinkie si gettò sulla sua vittima indifesa.
"Nessuno ti ha insegnato le buone maniere? È davvero da maleducati addormentarsi quando qualcuno t'invita a passare un po' di tempo insieme. Come la prenderesti se venissi a casa tua e poi mi addormentassi? 'Oh, mi spiace Dash, sei così noiosa che penso mi farò un sonnellino.' Pensi che mi piaccia fare questo sempre da sola? Ti avevo detto quanto fossi felice all'idea che fossi tu la prossima. Ero felice di avere un'amica qui con me mentre lavoravo. Ma NOOOOO! Devi sempre essere così sconsiderata. Lo sai, pensavo fossi forte. Pensavo potessi sopportare tutto. Ho avuto puledri che hanno resistito meglio di te! Devo trattarti come una bambina? Huh? È così che vuoi essere ricordata, come una bambina?
Quando Pinkie si fermò per riprendere fiato, Dash batté gli occhi e singhiozzò leggermente. La sua schiena era in piena agonia, i suoi fianchi erano in fiamme, e avvertiva un dolore intenso in una delle sue zampe.
Quando batté di nuovo gli occhi, vide Pinkie infilarsi qualcosa di rosso in bocca e cominciare a masticare. Notando lo sguardo fisso di Dash, Pinkie inghiottì velocemente il boccone.
"Cosa?" Chiese Pinkie. "Oh, questo?" Sollevò un altro pezzo. "Beh, mentre TU dormivi, sono diventata un po' impaziente, e mi sono procurata un piccolo campione. L'ho preso dalla tua zampa; non sei così male. Ne vuoi provare un po'?"
Senza aspettare risposta, Pinkie spinse il pezzo di carne nella bocca del pegaso disgustato. Dash si strozzò, e lo sputò immediatamente. Pinkie, accigliata, raccolse il pezzo di carne. "Se non lo volevi, avresti potuto dire di no". Contemplò il boccone masticato per un attimo, quindi lo inghiottì.
"Non che tu non abbia assaggiato i miei cupcakes prima d'ora".
Inghiottendo, Pinkie rivolse la sua attenzione verso una piccola scatola su di un vassoio. Tolse il coperchio, rivelandolo essere pieno di carboni ardenti. Al disopra dei carboni vi erano alcuni grandi chiodi.
L'adrenalina riempì le sue vene, e Dash fu nuovamente presa dal panico. Dopo aver preso la scatola, Pinkie si spostò alla sinistra di Dash. Tenendo delle tenaglie con la bocca, Pinkie prese attentamente un chiodo e lo posizionò sulla giuntura fra la zampa frontale e lo zoccolo della sua vittima. Quindi prese accuratamente la mira.
"No Pinkie!" Gridò Dash. "NO! NO!"
Il martello discese e il chiodo perforò la pelle di Dash. Il calore della bruciature era troppo. Dash gridò, tirando e tendendo le cinghie, causando lo strofinio e lo strappo della sua stessa pelle esposta.
Pinkie provò ad allineare un altro chiodo, ma non riuscì a prendere la mira, ed emise un grugnito frustrato. Quando Pinkie portò il martello indietro per prendere un selvaggio swing, Dash scoppiò a piangere e supplicare.
"TI PREGO FERMATI! TI PREGO FERMATI!"
Pinkie girò indietro gli occhi. Posando il martello e le tenaglie, camminò di fronte alla sua amica e fissò pensierosa il pegaso distrutto. Gilda non pianse così tanto quando aveva un Parasprite vivo giù per la gola.
Pinkie pensò per un minuto sul da farsi, poi all'improvviso ebbe una scintilla d'ispirazione.
Rotando una ruota sul cavalletto, Pinkie distese Dash sulla schiena, quindi si mosse verso le sue zampe posteriori, portando con sé la scatola. Riprendendo i suoi attrezzi, Pinkie inserì un chiodo direttamente sul fondo dello zoccolo di Dash. Dash gridò in preda al dolore, e Pinkie si mosse sul posto e inserì un secondo chiodo all'interno dell'altro zoccolo. In seguito, Pinkie tornò al suo carrello e prese un'enorme batteria e controller, che portò vicino a dove stava lavorando. Legò quindi dei fili di rame fra i terminali e i chiodi impiantati negli zoccoli di Dash, quindi fece l'occhiolino a Dash e attivò l'interruttore.
L'elettricità saettò attraverso il corpo di Dash. Il pony blu reagì immediatamente; il suo corpo s'irrigidì e il suo muscolo teso scattò. I fianchi di Dash furono spinti all'insù, i suoi occhi si rigirarono, e lei scoppiò in un profondo pianto a squarciagola. Pinkie ridacchiò e si mise a ballare sul posto, dopo di ché allungò la zampa e riaccese l'apparecchio. Dash fu presa incontrollabilmente dalle convulsioni, e la sua vescica si svuotò un'altra volta.
Dopo circa cinque minuti, Pinkie interruppe l'alimentazione. Ciuffi di vapore rosa sbuffavano dal pelo bruciato intorno agli zoccoli di Dash, e l'area intorno ad essi puzzava di carne cotta e smalto bruciato. Pinkie ruotò di nuovo Dash in posizione verticale e cercò di richiamare l'attenzione del pony delirante.
"Dash? Dash! Rainbow Dash, svegliati!" Dash gemette e riuscì a dare segno di una briciola di debole coscienza Pinkie studiò la sua opera, poi raggiunse la sacca medica, e ne estrasse una grande siringa. "Va bene, è ora del round finale!"
Dash si concentrò confusamente sulla siringa, e Pinkie lo prese come una domanda su cosa ci fosse dentro.
"Questa è una cosina per mandare via il dolore", Informò Pinkie mentre si avvicinava alla schiena rovinata della sua vittima. Dash si ritrasse quando Pinkie infilò l'ago nella parte bassa della sua spina dorsale. Portandosi di nuovo davanti alla sua amica, Pinkie si chinò e si mise ad elaborare.
"Nel giro di qualche minuto, non sarai in grado di sentire niente al di sotto della tua gabbia toracica. Così potrai stare sveglia per guardare il raccolto."
Dash cominciò di nuovo a piangere. "Pinkie?" singhiozzò.
"Si?"
"Voglio andare a casa." Piagnucolò Dash.
"Già, posso capire perché lo vuoi," rispose il pony festaiolo. "A volte, vorrei solamente lasciar perdere, dire solo 'Ho chiuso con questo casino' e andare a letto. Ma sai cosa? Non puoi scrollarti di dosso le responsabilità. Bisogna mettersi d'impegno ed affrontare le difficoltà a testa alta. È questo l'unico modo per andare avanti nella vita."
Dash abbassò la testa e pianse.
I minuti passarono e cominciò a fare effetto. Alla fine, Dash era completamente intorpidita dal petto ai fianchi. A questo punto, Pinkie si avvicinò con uno scalpello. Guardando Dash e sorridendole, Pinkie fece un lungo taglio orizzontale da un lato all'altro del bacino, appena sopra il cavallo. Muovendo il corpo di Dash, Pinkie fece un'incisione simile sotto le sue costole. Infine, Pinkie fece un lungo taglio verticale lungo lo stomaco di Dash, connettendo i primi due.
"Sembra che io abbia messo la mia 'I' su di te, Dash.⁴" Ridacchiò Pinkie.
Con un umido, appiccicoso suono, i lembi di pelle si aprirono. La vista dei suoi stessi organi e l'assenza di sensibilità causarono l'intensificarsi della respirazione di Dash. Pinkie tagliò accuratamente la sacca addominale di Dash ed afferrò i suoi grandi intestini. Pinkie era sempre più gioviale, mentre separava l'organo dal resto del tratto digestivo, e lo tirò fuori dalla nuova cavità. Ridendo mentre sventrava la sua amica, Pinkie cominciò a fare battute. Dash, che nel frattempo stava cominciando a perdere le forze a causa della nuova perdita di sangue, cercò disperatamente di fermare la macabra commedia.
"Guardami, sono Rarity!" Rise Pinkie, portando il tubo intestinale al collo e spruzzando sangue in tutte le direzioni. "Non è proprio carina la mia sciarpa nuova? "
Tornando dentro, tagliò l'intestino più piccolo fuori dai recipienti. Spremendo fuori gli escrementi in eccesso, Pinkie mise l'organo viscido fra i suoi denti e lo mosse avanti e indietro. "i dentisti dicono che bisogna pulirsi i denti col filo interdentale ogni giorno, Dash."
Dash era a malapena cosciente di ciò che stava accadendo. Lo shock la stava portando alla morte.
Delusa, Pinkie si rituffò fra le budella del pony blu, riprendendo il lavoro.
"Aw, non andare ancora via, Dash." Pinkie cominciò a tirar fuori il resto degli organi di Dash, prendendo tempo ad ogni rimozione. "So che posso essere un vero pancreas, ma lo sai che in realtà ti voglio rene. Anche se devo ammettere che hai del fegato. Ragazzi, queste battute sono davvero vesciche. Penso che ci voglia un certo stomaco per queste.⁵"
Pinkie depositò le parti del corpo scartate in un cestino, tenendo l'ultimo un po' più a lungo. "Oooh, cornamuse." Disse, piazzandosi la coda dell'esofago di Dash in bocca e lo stomaco sotto l'ascella. Lo spremette, ed un getto di acido le colpì la lingua. "Eww! Oh hey guarda, lì c'è il tuo cupcake, Dash!"
Dash non sentì la sua aguzzina. Lei aveva già perso conoscenza minuti prima. Pinkie, non ancora soddisfatta, colpì Dash con un'altra iniezione di adrenalina. Dash si svegliò per l'ultima volta, col cuore martellante. Sangue caldo scorreva fuori dalla ferita nel petto con grandi spruzzi. Non sarebbe passato molto tempo, ormai.
Pinkie girò nuovamente Dash sulla schiena e si mise a cavalcioni sul petto del pony blu, con lo scalpello a portata di mano.
"Lo sai, Rainbow Dash, sono delusa. Pensavo che tu saresti durata più a lungo. Volevo davvero passare più tempo con te prima di arrivare a questo punto. Ma penso sia colpa mia; Avrei dovuto fare un po' più lentamente. Oh beh. È stato bello conoscerti, Dash!"
La lama affondò nella gola blu e lavorò la sua strada fino al mento di Dash. Poi, tornando verso il basso, lo scalpello di Pinkie cerchiò il collo di Dash. L'ultima cosa che Dash sentì fu la pelle venirle tagliata via dal cranio, ed il metallo della lama raschiare i suoi denti.
Poi se ne andò.
Pinkie fissò nello specchio. Aveva fatto davvero un bel lavoro, persino lasciando le palpebre. Fece l'occhiolino, e Dash le strizzò l'occhio di risposta. Pinkie sorrise.
Ma tuttavia, lei era triste del fatto che una dei suoi amici se n'era andata. Dash era durata solamente quindici minuti, neanche lontanamente quanto Pinkie avrebbe voluto. Diede un'occhiata al cadavere appeso al centro della stanza, gli ultimi fluidi della sua amica venivano drenati in una padella. Già, niente più Rainbow Dash.
Mentre guardava, alzò la testa. Stava cominciando a notare il fatto che il cadavere non aveva subito poi così tanti danni. "In effetti", riflette il pony rosa, "Penso che…" Un'idea le esplose nella testa. Lei era brava a cucire ed aveva tutti i pezzi, tutto quello che doveva fare era rimetterli tutti insieme.
Si, doveva solo trovare qualche imbottitura e Bingo, avrebbe avuto Rainbow Dash per sempre. Difatti, pensò Pinkie, avrebbe fatto questo per tutte le sue migliori amiche quando sarebbe arrivato il loro numero. Era così eccitata, che saltò accanto al corpo col suo conciatore per iniziare subito. I cupcakes potevano aspettare, Pinkie Pie aveva un'amica da creare.

SilverSpoon⁶ si svegliò improvvisamente. Era coricata supina, e non poteva muoversi. Non riusciva a vedere. Dov'era? Andando fuori di testa, stava giusto per gridare quando il pony dalla pasticceria apparve di fonte a lei.
"Ciao!"Ridacchiò questa,
"Dove mi trovo, che sta succedendo?" Chiese la puledra terrificata.
"Oh, beh, vedi, il tuo numero è arrivato, ed io devo preparare i cupcakes." Spiegò Pinkie.
"C… Ch… Che vuol dire. Di che stai parlando?"
"Oh, niente. Io non mi preoccuperei se fossi in te. Presto sarà tutto finito." Si avvicinò alla bambina, scalpello alla mano, quando una piccola voce chiamò da dietro.
"Signorina Pinkie, che sta facendo?"
Si fermò e si voltò per guardare AppleBloom. Il giovane pony giallo camminò verso di lei con espressione arrabbiata. Silver Spoon cominciò a sentirsi sollevata.
"Non posso credere che lei stia facendo una cosa del genere." Disse tenendo il broncio. "Aveva detto che questa sarebbe stata mia."
Pinkie si scusò "Oops, scusa, penso di essermene dimenticata. Ecco a te." Le passò la lama.
AppleBloom si arrampicò sul tavolo e si mise sopra la sua preda. Silver Spoon tentò di lottare. Guardò con paura verso AppleBloom e verso il suo grembiule. Il grembiule rosa con una tiara scintillante sopra. Silver Spoon cominciò a piangere.
AppleBloom sorrise ed aprì la bocca "Hey, Silver Spoon, indovina chi sta per diventare un Fianco Bianco?⁷"

Inoltre qualcuno ne ha fatto un cartone animato (non ci sono screamer o roba del genere, tranquilli! ):



Altra roba interessante sono i Luna Games, e li trovate su uno dei miei siti preferiti (per i burloni: è la creepypasta wiki eh, non un sito di my little pony! ):

http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Luna_Game

IMHO, a parte gli screamer nei luna games, non è paurosa la storia, ma redime un po' my little pony.

[BlizzardAlpha]

Ma i creepypasta di My Little Pony?

No, perchè siccome mia sorè li guarda e io li odio profondamente, sono riuscito finalmente a trovare delle cose INTERESSANTI su di essi, in particolare su un personaggio, la cavalla rosa (pinky pie).

Leggetevi un po' CUPCAKES ("PASTICCINI") (è bella lunga eh!):

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Cupcakes

Di Sergeant Sprinkles: World's Greatest Party Clown

Traduzione italiana a cura di Umbra e Retsu

ATTENZIONE: Questa fanfiction è estremamente cruenta, e può rovinare il vostro apprezzamento per un certo personaggio di My Little Pony e per gli omonimi prodotti dolciari. LEGGETE A VOSTRO RISCHIO!

L'aria era calda, il sole stava splendendo, e tutti i pony a Ponyville stavano trascorrendo una meravigliosa giornata. La piazza cittadina era attiva e affollata e pony impegnati riempivano le strade. Tutti i pony sembravano avere un posto in cui andare. Tutti tranne Rainbow Dash: il suo posto era nel cielo. Si librò liberamente nell'aria, accelerando in una direzione e poi nell'altra, sfrecciando sulle cime degli alberi e correndo contro il vento. Il pegaso blu scese in picchiata su un cortile scolastico, con grande gioia dei puledrini, poi salì centinaia di metri in alto e si tuffò, riscendendo di nuovo più veloce che poteva. Pochi secondi prima di toccare il terreno, le sue ali si riaprirono e si levò nuovamente nel cielo limpido. Rainbow si sentiva viva.
Tutto a un tratto, Dash si ricordò che doveva essere da qualche parte: si sarebbe dovuta incontrare con Pinkie Pie tra cinque minuti. Dash era stata talmente presa dai suoi esercizi che aveva quasi dimenticato che Pinkie le aveva chiesto di incontrarla allo Sugarcube Corner alle tre. Pinkie non aveva spiegato il perché né cosa avrebbero fatto, ma Dash sapeva che con Pinkie, poteva trattarsi di tutto. Dash, tuttavia, non era certa di voler andare. Era così occupata nelle sue acrobazie che aveva pensato di dare buca a Pinkie per continuare a volare. Ma la coscienza di Dash prevalse. Sapeva che questo avrebbe ferito i sentimenti di Pinkie; dopo tutto, Pinkie aveva detto che sarebbe stato qualcosa di speciale solo per loro due. Dash ci pensò e disse "perché no?". Che cosa aveva da perdere? Poteva trattarsi di altri scherzi. Pinkie poteva aver trovato qualche nuovo scherzo da fare, e poi si erano divertite così tanto l'ultima volta. Dash accelerò al massimo per riguadagnare il tempo perduto, e si affrettò al suo appuntamento.
Quando Dash entrò nel negozio, fu subito accolta dall'amica, che stava saltellando per l'entusiasmo. "Evviva, sei qui! Ho aspettato tuuutto il giorno." disse il pony saltellante.
"Scusa il ritardo Pinkie. Stavo facendo i miei esercizi pomeridiani e ho perso la cognizione del tempo." si scusò Dash.
Pinkie rise e rispose con un tono gioioso e rassicurante, "Oh va bene, ora sei qui. Cosa sono pochi minuti in più? Sono stata cosììì eccitata a pensare a tutte le cose divertenti che faremo, che non ho smesso di saltare da quando mi sono svegliata. Cioè, ho quasi scordato di respirare tanto che sono felice."
Dash fece una piccola risata imbarazzata. Aveva sempre apprezzato il modo di vivere di Pinkie gioioso e socievole, ma la sovrabbondanza di entusiasmo di Pinkie quasi la spaventava. Dash mantenne comunque un'espressione gentile. Se Pinkie si comportava così voleva dire che aveva in mente qualcosa di buono.
"Perciò, sei pronta a iniziare Rainbow Dash? Ho già tutto pronto." disse il pony rosa.
Dash si concentrò. "Puoi scommetterci, Pinkie. Allora cosa hai in mente? Faremo scherzi a qualcuno? Ho un paio di begli scherzi cui ho pensato. Oppure hai in mente delle nuove acrobazie che pensi debba provare? O forse…"
"FAREMO CUPCAKES!¹" gridò Pinkie con gioia.
"Cucinare?" Dash era delusa. "Pinkie, lo sai che non sono brava a cucinare. Ricordi l'ultima volta?"
"Oh non è un problema. Mi serve solo il tuo aiuto nel prepararli. Farò quasi tutto io." spiegò Pinkie.
Dash ci pensò su un attimo. "Ok, mi hai convinta. Cosa vuoi che faccia di preciso?"
"Questo è lo spirito giusto. Prendi." Pinkie diede a Dash un cupcake.
Dash era perplessa "Pensavo di doverti aiutare a prepararli."
"E lo farai. Ho fatto questo proprio per te prima che arrivassi."
"Quindi, si tratta di assaggiarli?"
"Qualcosa del genere" disse Pinkie.
Dash con esitazione s'infilò il dolce in bocca. Masticò un po' e ingoiò. Non male.
"Ok, ora che si fa?" chiese Dash.
"Ora" rispose Pinkie, "Fai la nanna."
Confusa, Dash aprì la bocca ma si sentì subito stordita. Le vertigini la travolsero, tutto intorno a lei girava, e in pochi secondi crollò a terra.

Quando Dash riprese conoscenza, si ritrovò in una stanza buia. Provò a muovere la testa ma una cinghia di cuoio la teneva ben stretta. Con forza riprovò a muoversi, ma apparecchi attorno al torace e agli arti la tenevano salda a un supporto fatto di diverse tavole robuste, che le teneva le zampe divaricate. Le ali erano le uniche parti del corpo non legate, e battevano disperatamente mentre cercava di scappare. Come iniziò a dimenarsi, Pinkie saltò improvvisamente davanti agli occhi di Dash.
"Bene, sei sveglia. Ora possiamo iniziare." disse Pinkie con gioia. Balzò nell'oscurità e riappave spingendo un piccolo carrello coperto da un telo.
"Pinkie, che succede? Non riesco a muovermi!" disse subito Dash.
"Certo, è perché sei legata." rispose Pinkie. "Perciò non puoi muoverti. Non pensavo di dovertelo dire."
"Ma perché? Che sta succedendo? Pensavo di dovere aiutarti a preparare cupcakes."
"Stai aiutando. Vedi, ho finito l'ingrediente segreto e mi servi tu per averne altro."
"Ingrediente segreto?" Ora Dash respirava affannosamente e stava entrando nel panico. "Che ingrediente segreto?"
Pinkie rise e rispose "Tu, sciocca!"
Gli occhi di Dash si spalancarono, e la sua faccia si contorse. Poi iniziò a ridere e disse, con una voce quasi isterica, "Wow, sei stata grande, Pinkie Pie. Cioè, farmi credere che sarei diventata un cupcake. Ti dirò, questo è il migliore scherzo di sempre. Hai vinto, sei la migliore."
Pinkie rise ancora di più. "Oh, grazie Dash. Ma oggi non ho ancora fatto nessuno scherzo, perciò non posso accettare il complimento."
Dash si stava ancora dimenando. "Dai Pinkie, non è divertente."
"E allora perché stavi ridendo?" Prima che Dash potesse rispondere, Pinkie prese il telo e lo tirò via. Sul carrello c'era un vassoio con dentro vari strumenti medici taglienti e coltelli, ordinati con cura e tremendamente affilati, e una grossa borsa per medicinali.
Dash era ora completamente nel panico. Iniziava a essere in iperventilazione. La sua mente lavorava freneticamente mentre tentava di ragionare con il pony rosa. "Non puoi farlo Pinkie! Sono tua amica!"
"Lo so che lo sei ed è per questo che sono così contenta di averti qui. Condivideremo i tuoi ultimi attimi insieme, solo tu ed io." Pinkie stava saltellando di nuovo.
"Ma, gli altri pony si chiederanno dove sono. Quando si accumuleranno le nuvole verranno a cercarmi e verranno da te." gridò Dash disperatamente.
"Oh, Dash" disse Pinkie. "Non preoccuparti, ci sono molti pony pegaso per far sparire poche nuvole. E tra l'altro, nessuno se ne accorgerà. Cioè, da quanto tempo credi che faccia questo?" E con quella frase inquietante, le luci si accesero improvvisamente e rivelarono il resto della stanza.
"Oh no." Dash sbiancò per l'orrore dell'immagine che le si presentava. La stanza era decorata con un tipico ma contorto stile Pinkie Pie. Festoni colorati di interiora essiccate svolazzavano sul soffitto, teschi di tutte le dimensioni e dipinti di colori vivaci erano attaccati alle pareti, e organi colorati con pastelli e riempiti di elio erano legati agli schienali delle sedie. Tavoli e sedie erano fatti di ossa e carne conservata di pony morti. Dash rabbrividì vedendo la parte centrale del tavolo più vicino a lei. C'erano le teste di quattro puledri, con gli occhi chiusi come se stessero dormendo, che indossavano dei cappelli da festa fatti con la loro stessa pelle. Con un brivido di terrore, Dash riconobbe tra di loro una compagna di classe di Apple Bloom, Twist. Lo sguardo di Dash andò avanti e indietro, poi si posò su uno striscione di vari pezzi cuciti insieme appeso alle travi. Era fatto con diverse pelli di pony conciate, e su di esso vi erano scarabocchiate le parole "La vita è una festa" in rosso sangue.
L'attenzione di Dash fu richiamata da una trombetta da festa che srotolandosi le solleticava il naso. Guardò a bocca aperta Pinkie Pie, che si trovava proprio davanti a lei. Il pony festoso stava indossando un abito trapuntato con pelle secca, decorato con cutie marks. Sul dorso svolazzavano sei ali di pegaso, tutte di colori diversi. Come il pony saltò per l'eccitazione, il suo girocollo di corni d'unicorno staccati suonò rumorosamente.
"Ti piace?" chiese Pinkie. "L'ho fatto io."
Disperatamente, Dash implorò il pony sorridente davanti a lei. "Pinkie ti prego, mi dispiace se ti ho fatto qualcosa di sbagliato. Non volevo. Per favore lasciami andare. Prometto che non lo dirò a nessuno."
"Oh Dash, tu non hai fatto nulla. È solo che il tuo numero è arrivato e, beh, io non faccio le regole. Non possiamo tornare indietro ora."
Dash stava per piangere. Come stava accadendo questo?
"Oooh, non essere triste Dash." disse Pinkie. "Guarda, questo ti tirerà su. Ti ho portato un'amica."
Apparentemente dal nulla, Pinkie prese un teschio dipinto di un blu e un giallo vivaci. Era della dimensione di un pony, ma aveva una caratteristica molto particolare: un becco.
Dash rimase a bocca aperta in stato di shock. "È... è di… è …di?"
"Hey Dash, restiamo insieme. Questi pony sono noiosi. Stupidi stupidi stupidi." disse Pinkie imitando. "L'ho presa poco prima che lasciasse la città. Ricordi quando ho lasciato la festa per venti minuti? Non era abbastanza tempo per giocare con lei ovviamente, ho dovuto aspettare che finisse la festa per farlo. Ma cavolo se mi è piaciuto farlo. Ne valeva la pena solo per il sapore. I grifoni hanno il sapore di due animali in uno, è incredibile. Lo so che lei non aveva un numero come tutti gli altri a Ponyville, ma quando avrei avuto un'altra possibilità di provare un grifone? Probabilmente avrei dovuto chiederle da dove venisse così ne avrei avuti altri, ma me ne dimenticai. Ti dirò, era proprio tosta. È durata parecchio tempo, e mi sono divertita molto. Ho avuto la possibilità di giocare con qualcuno che non fosse un pony e provare nuove cose. Peccato che fosse così maleducata. Ha detto così tante cose cattive che ho dovuto staccarle la lingua. Lo sai, le parolacce causano cattivo umore, Rainbow Dash."
Dash non aveva niente da dire. Semplicemente singhiozzava e si contorceva nei suoi stretti vincoli.
"Beh" disse Pinkie con aria definitiva, "basta con i ricordi. È ora di iniziare."
Posando il teschio di Gilda, il pony rosa prese un bisturi dalla fenditura del suo zoccolo e si avvicinò al fianco destro di Dash. Senza esitazione, Pinkie pose la lama qualche centimetro sopra il cutie mark di Dash e cominciò un taglio circolare intorno a esso. Dash gridò per il dolore e tentò disperatamente di allontanarsi, ma gli apparecchi la tenevano ferma. Finita l'incisione, Pinkie prese un coltello curvo per scuoiare dal vassoio. Facendo una brutta faccia per la concentrazione, lavorò sotto la pelle di Dash e tagliò la pelle dal muscolo. Dash strinse i denti mentre con le lacrime agli occhi guardava la sua carne staccarsi. Pinkie poi andò dall'altro lato e ripeté il processo sul fianco sinistro. Una volta che ebbe finito, Pinkie strinse entrambi i cutie mark davanti alla sua amica e cominciò ad agitarli come pompon. Dash fece solo un gemito. I suoi fianchi bruciavano come mai prima d'ora.
Mentre posava i brandelli di pelle, Pinkie scelse un grosso coltello da macellaio e camminò dietro il pegaso blu. "Spero non ti dispiaccia, penso che ora improvviserò²." Pinkie rise. Prese l'ala sinistra di Dash in bocca e ci giocò per qualche secondo, tirandola con forza indietro in modo che il dolore riaccendesse il fuoco nei fianchi di Dash. Poi, allungando l'ala, Pinkie scagliò il coltello con forza alla base. Immediatamente Dash urlò e si agitò. Il movimento fece sbagliare mira a Pinkie. Provò di nuovo a colpire il bersaglio ma sbagliò, facendo un enorme taglio nella schiena di Dash.
"Dash, devi stare ferma o continuerò a sbagliare." disse Pinkie con rimprovero mentre la sua amica urlava. Pinkie diede un altro colpo e colpì il bersaglio. Colpì ancora e ancora. Il sangue spruzzò in aria, ma Pinkie capì che non stava ottenendo nessun risultato. La lama non poteva passare attraverso l'osso. "Hmm, credo di aver dimenticato di affilarlo. Proverò qualcos'altro." dichiarò Pinkie gettandosi il coltello alle spalle, impiantandolo in un tavolo. Attraverso lo stordimento per dolore e lacrime, Dash sentì il rumore di una scatola metallica che si apriva e si richiudeva.

"Trovata! Dimmi Dash, perché lo chiamano seghetto? Non taglia; tagliare è quello che stavo facendo col coltello. Questa è una sega. Non ci arrivo."³
Pinkie posizionò l'attrezzo sulla carne maciullata rimasta dall'ultimo tentativo. Stando in piedi sulle zampe posteriori, muovendo la sega avanti e indietro con i suoi zoccoli anteriori. Questa tagliò facilmente attraverso l'osso e la pelle. Il sentore dei denti frastagliati macinarle attraverso, fece venire a Dash la nausea. Guardò intontita la sua ala volarle sopra la testa e atterrare sul tavolo. Pinkie si spostò sull'altra ala e cominciò a segare. Dash non si ribellò questa volta; aveva ormai rinunciato a lottare e si concentrò sul soffocare le urla di dolore. Improvvisamente il segare si fermò. Pinkie era solo a metà lavoro, l'ala pendeva, appesa solo a una scheggia.
"Hey Dash," Cinguettò Pinkie. "Pensa velocemente!"
Improvvisamente, Pinkie dette uno strattone all'ala più forte che poté. L'osso si spezzò, ma la pelle del pony blu resistette, per poi strapparsi. Lo strattone strappò via un lungo lembo di carne fino in fondo alla groppa posteriore di Dash.
Il suo corpo s'intorpidì per l'inaspettato trauma. Il suo bacino si tese, e Dash sentì un una sensazione di tepore fra le zampe, e la sua forte, infinita melodia di dolore riempì la stanza. Incapace di riprendere il fiato, svenne.
Dash si svegliò con un sussulto. Il fetore della sua urina riempì le sue narici colme di muco raffermo. Quando la sua vista si mise a fuoco, vide una Pinkie Pie davvero imbronciata rimuovere l'ago di una grande siringa per adrenalina dal suo petto.
Pestando gli zoccoli per terra, la frustrata Pinkie si gettò sulla sua vittima indifesa.
"Nessuno ti ha insegnato le buone maniere? È davvero da maleducati addormentarsi quando qualcuno t'invita a passare un po' di tempo insieme. Come la prenderesti se venissi a casa tua e poi mi addormentassi? 'Oh, mi spiace Dash, sei così noiosa che penso mi farò un sonnellino.' Pensi che mi piaccia fare questo sempre da sola? Ti avevo detto quanto fossi felice all'idea che fossi tu la prossima. Ero felice di avere un'amica qui con me mentre lavoravo. Ma NOOOOO! Devi sempre essere così sconsiderata. Lo sai, pensavo fossi forte. Pensavo potessi sopportare tutto. Ho avuto puledri che hanno resistito meglio di te! Devo trattarti come una bambina? Huh? È così che vuoi essere ricordata, come una bambina?
Quando Pinkie si fermò per riprendere fiato, Dash batté gli occhi e singhiozzò leggermente. La sua schiena era in piena agonia, i suoi fianchi erano in fiamme, e avvertiva un dolore intenso in una delle sue zampe.
Quando batté di nuovo gli occhi, vide Pinkie infilarsi qualcosa di rosso in bocca e cominciare a masticare. Notando lo sguardo fisso di Dash, Pinkie inghiottì velocemente il boccone.
"Cosa?" Chiese Pinkie. "Oh, questo?" Sollevò un altro pezzo. "Beh, mentre TU dormivi, sono diventata un po' impaziente, e mi sono procurata un piccolo campione. L'ho preso dalla tua zampa; non sei così male. Ne vuoi provare un po'?"
Senza aspettare risposta, Pinkie spinse il pezzo di carne nella bocca del pegaso disgustato. Dash si strozzò, e lo sputò immediatamente. Pinkie, accigliata, raccolse il pezzo di carne. "Se non lo volevi, avresti potuto dire di no". Contemplò il boccone masticato per un attimo, quindi lo inghiottì.
"Non che tu non abbia assaggiato i miei cupcakes prima d'ora".
Inghiottendo, Pinkie rivolse la sua attenzione verso una piccola scatola su di un vassoio. Tolse il coperchio, rivelandolo essere pieno di carboni ardenti. Al disopra dei carboni vi erano alcuni grandi chiodi.
L'adrenalina riempì le sue vene, e Dash fu nuovamente presa dal panico. Dopo aver preso la scatola, Pinkie si spostò alla sinistra di Dash. Tenendo delle tenaglie con la bocca, Pinkie prese attentamente un chiodo e lo posizionò sulla giuntura fra la zampa frontale e lo zoccolo della sua vittima. Quindi prese accuratamente la mira.
"No Pinkie!" Gridò Dash. "NO! NO!"
Il martello discese e il chiodo perforò la pelle di Dash. Il calore della bruciature era troppo. Dash gridò, tirando e tendendo le cinghie, causando lo strofinio e lo strappo della sua stessa pelle esposta.
Pinkie provò ad allineare un altro chiodo, ma non riuscì a prendere la mira, ed emise un grugnito frustrato. Quando Pinkie portò il martello indietro per prendere un selvaggio swing, Dash scoppiò a piangere e supplicare.
"TI PREGO FERMATI! TI PREGO FERMATI!"
Pinkie girò indietro gli occhi. Posando il martello e le tenaglie, camminò di fronte alla sua amica e fissò pensierosa il pegaso distrutto. Gilda non pianse così tanto quando aveva un Parasprite vivo giù per la gola.
Pinkie pensò per un minuto sul da farsi, poi all'improvviso ebbe una scintilla d'ispirazione.
Rotando una ruota sul cavalletto, Pinkie distese Dash sulla schiena, quindi si mosse verso le sue zampe posteriori, portando con sé la scatola. Riprendendo i suoi attrezzi, Pinkie inserì un chiodo direttamente sul fondo dello zoccolo di Dash. Dash gridò in preda al dolore, e Pinkie si mosse sul posto e inserì un secondo chiodo all'interno dell'altro zoccolo. In seguito, Pinkie tornò al suo carrello e prese un'enorme batteria e controller, che portò vicino a dove stava lavorando. Legò quindi dei fili di rame fra i terminali e i chiodi impiantati negli zoccoli di Dash, quindi fece l'occhiolino a Dash e attivò l'interruttore.
L'elettricità saettò attraverso il corpo di Dash. Il pony blu reagì immediatamente; il suo corpo s'irrigidì e il suo muscolo teso scattò. I fianchi di Dash furono spinti all'insù, i suoi occhi si rigirarono, e lei scoppiò in un profondo pianto a squarciagola. Pinkie ridacchiò e si mise a ballare sul posto, dopo di ché allungò la zampa e riaccese l'apparecchio. Dash fu presa incontrollabilmente dalle convulsioni, e la sua vescica si svuotò un'altra volta.
Dopo circa cinque minuti, Pinkie interruppe l'alimentazione. Ciuffi di vapore rosa sbuffavano dal pelo bruciato intorno agli zoccoli di Dash, e l'area intorno ad essi puzzava di carne cotta e smalto bruciato. Pinkie ruotò di nuovo Dash in posizione verticale e cercò di richiamare l'attenzione del pony delirante.
"Dash? Dash! Rainbow Dash, svegliati!" Dash gemette e riuscì a dare segno di una briciola di debole coscienza Pinkie studiò la sua opera, poi raggiunse la sacca medica, e ne estrasse una grande siringa. "Va bene, è ora del round finale!"
Dash si concentrò confusamente sulla siringa, e Pinkie lo prese come una domanda su cosa ci fosse dentro.
"Questa è una cosina per mandare via il dolore", Informò Pinkie mentre si avvicinava alla schiena rovinata della sua vittima. Dash si ritrasse quando Pinkie infilò l'ago nella parte bassa della sua spina dorsale. Portandosi di nuovo davanti alla sua amica, Pinkie si chinò e si mise ad elaborare.
"Nel giro di qualche minuto, non sarai in grado di sentire niente al di sotto della tua gabbia toracica. Così potrai stare sveglia per guardare il raccolto."
Dash cominciò di nuovo a piangere. "Pinkie?" singhiozzò.
"Si?"
"Voglio andare a casa." Piagnucolò Dash.
"Già, posso capire perché lo vuoi," rispose il pony festaiolo. "A volte, vorrei solamente lasciar perdere, dire solo 'Ho chiuso con questo casino' e andare a letto. Ma sai cosa? Non puoi scrollarti di dosso le responsabilità. Bisogna mettersi d'impegno ed affrontare le difficoltà a testa alta. È questo l'unico modo per andare avanti nella vita."
Dash abbassò la testa e pianse.
I minuti passarono e cominciò a fare effetto. Alla fine, Dash era completamente intorpidita dal petto ai fianchi. A questo punto, Pinkie si avvicinò con uno scalpello. Guardando Dash e sorridendole, Pinkie fece un lungo taglio orizzontale da un lato all'altro del bacino, appena sopra il cavallo. Muovendo il corpo di Dash, Pinkie fece un'incisione simile sotto le sue costole. Infine, Pinkie fece un lungo taglio verticale lungo lo stomaco di Dash, connettendo i primi due.
"Sembra che io abbia messo la mia 'I' su di te, Dash.⁴" Ridacchiò Pinkie.
Con un umido, appiccicoso suono, i lembi di pelle si aprirono. La vista dei suoi stessi organi e l'assenza di sensibilità causarono l'intensificarsi della respirazione di Dash. Pinkie tagliò accuratamente la sacca addominale di Dash ed afferrò i suoi grandi intestini. Pinkie era sempre più gioviale, mentre separava l'organo dal resto del tratto digestivo, e lo tirò fuori dalla nuova cavità. Ridendo mentre sventrava la sua amica, Pinkie cominciò a fare battute. Dash, che nel frattempo stava cominciando a perdere le forze a causa della nuova perdita di sangue, cercò disperatamente di fermare la macabra commedia.
"Guardami, sono Rarity!" Rise Pinkie, portando il tubo intestinale al collo e spruzzando sangue in tutte le direzioni. "Non è proprio carina la mia sciarpa nuova? "
Tornando dentro, tagliò l'intestino più piccolo fuori dai recipienti. Spremendo fuori gli escrementi in eccesso, Pinkie mise l'organo viscido fra i suoi denti e lo mosse avanti e indietro. "i dentisti dicono che bisogna pulirsi i denti col filo interdentale ogni giorno, Dash."
Dash era a malapena cosciente di ciò che stava accadendo. Lo shock la stava portando alla morte.
Delusa, Pinkie si rituffò fra le budella del pony blu, riprendendo il lavoro.
"Aw, non andare ancora via, Dash." Pinkie cominciò a tirar fuori il resto degli organi di Dash, prendendo tempo ad ogni rimozione. "So che posso essere un vero pancreas, ma lo sai che in realtà ti voglio rene. Anche se devo ammettere che hai del fegato. Ragazzi, queste battute sono davvero vesciche. Penso che ci voglia un certo stomaco per queste.⁵"
Pinkie depositò le parti del corpo scartate in un cestino, tenendo l'ultimo un po' più a lungo. "Oooh, cornamuse." Disse, piazzandosi la coda dell'esofago di Dash in bocca e lo stomaco sotto l'ascella. Lo spremette, ed un getto di acido le colpì la lingua. "Eww! Oh hey guarda, lì c'è il tuo cupcake, Dash!"
Dash non sentì la sua aguzzina. Lei aveva già perso conoscenza minuti prima. Pinkie, non ancora soddisfatta, colpì Dash con un'altra iniezione di adrenalina. Dash si svegliò per l'ultima volta, col cuore martellante. Sangue caldo scorreva fuori dalla ferita nel petto con grandi spruzzi. Non sarebbe passato molto tempo, ormai.
Pinkie girò nuovamente Dash sulla schiena e si mise a cavalcioni sul petto del pony blu, con lo scalpello a portata di mano.
"Lo sai, Rainbow Dash, sono delusa. Pensavo che tu saresti durata più a lungo. Volevo davvero passare più tempo con te prima di arrivare a questo punto. Ma penso sia colpa mia; Avrei dovuto fare un po' più lentamente. Oh beh. È stato bello conoscerti, Dash!"
La lama affondò nella gola blu e lavorò la sua strada fino al mento di Dash. Poi, tornando verso il basso, lo scalpello di Pinkie cerchiò il collo di Dash. L'ultima cosa che Dash sentì fu la pelle venirle tagliata via dal cranio, ed il metallo della lama raschiare i suoi denti.
Poi se ne andò.
Pinkie fissò nello specchio. Aveva fatto davvero un bel lavoro, persino lasciando le palpebre. Fece l'occhiolino, e Dash le strizzò l'occhio di risposta. Pinkie sorrise.
Ma tuttavia, lei era triste del fatto che una dei suoi amici se n'era andata. Dash era durata solamente quindici minuti, neanche lontanamente quanto Pinkie avrebbe voluto. Diede un'occhiata al cadavere appeso al centro della stanza, gli ultimi fluidi della sua amica venivano drenati in una padella. Già, niente più Rainbow Dash.
Mentre guardava, alzò la testa. Stava cominciando a notare il fatto che il cadavere non aveva subito poi così tanti danni. "In effetti", riflette il pony rosa, "Penso che…" Un'idea le esplose nella testa. Lei era brava a cucire ed aveva tutti i pezzi, tutto quello che doveva fare era rimetterli tutti insieme.
Si, doveva solo trovare qualche imbottitura e Bingo, avrebbe avuto Rainbow Dash per sempre. Difatti, pensò Pinkie, avrebbe fatto questo per tutte le sue migliori amiche quando sarebbe arrivato il loro numero. Era così eccitata, che saltò accanto al corpo col suo conciatore per iniziare subito. I cupcakes potevano aspettare, Pinkie Pie aveva un'amica da creare.

SilverSpoon⁶ si svegliò improvvisamente. Era coricata supina, e non poteva muoversi. Non riusciva a vedere. Dov'era? Andando fuori di testa, stava giusto per gridare quando il pony dalla pasticceria apparve di fonte a lei.
"Ciao!"Ridacchiò questa,
"Dove mi trovo, che sta succedendo?" Chiese la puledra terrificata.
"Oh, beh, vedi, il tuo numero è arrivato, ed io devo preparare i cupcakes." Spiegò Pinkie.
"C… Ch… Che vuol dire. Di che stai parlando?"
"Oh, niente. Io non mi preoccuperei se fossi in te. Presto sarà tutto finito." Si avvicinò alla bambina, scalpello alla mano, quando una piccola voce chiamò da dietro.
"Signorina Pinkie, che sta facendo?"
Si fermò e si voltò per guardare AppleBloom. Il giovane pony giallo camminò verso di lei con espressione arrabbiata. Silver Spoon cominciò a sentirsi sollevata.
"Non posso credere che lei stia facendo una cosa del genere." Disse tenendo il broncio. "Aveva detto che questa sarebbe stata mia."
Pinkie si scusò "Oops, scusa, penso di essermene dimenticata. Ecco a te." Le passò la lama.
AppleBloom si arrampicò sul tavolo e si mise sopra la sua preda. Silver Spoon tentò di lottare. Guardò con paura verso AppleBloom e verso il suo grembiule. Il grembiule rosa con una tiara scintillante sopra. Silver Spoon cominciò a piangere.
AppleBloom sorrise ed aprì la bocca "Hey, Silver Spoon, indovina chi sta per diventare un Fianco Bianco?⁷"

Inoltre qualcuno ne ha fatto un cartone animato (non ci sono screamer o roba del genere, tranquilli! ):



Altra roba interessante sono i Luna Games, e li trovate su uno dei miei siti preferiti (per i burloni: è la creepypasta wiki eh, non un sito di my little pony! ):

http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Luna_Game

IMHO, a parte gli screamer nei luna games, non è paurosa la storia, ma redime un po' my little pony.

Quando ho iniziato a leggere ho subito pensato che ti piacessero i Pony, poi ho scoperto che non era così. O:

Comunque questo è meglio.


Messaggio modificato da BlizzardAlpha il Monday 25 March 2013 - 19:56

[linoxyard]

Quando ho iniziato a leggere ho subito pensato che ti piacessero i Pony, poi ho scoperto che non era così. O: Non ho trovato molti ragazzi a cui non piace MLP.

Comunque questo è meglio.

Pensavo che invece in generale non piacesse a noi maschi, ma evidentemente mi sbaglio.

Vabbè, i gusti son gusti.

Il video che hai postato è più vivace dell'altro, ma come disegni e fedeltà alla storia scritta preferisco il primo.


Girovagando sul tubo comunque ho trovato parecchi fanfilm basati su creepypasta:


"GROCERY RUN" ("UN SALTO DAL FRUTTIVENDOLO"), basato sul creepypasta GROCERY LIST ("LISTA DELLA SPESA"), molto a sfondo psicologico:




"CREEPYPASTA", ispirato al creepypasta di pokemon black, con riferimenti a quello di Majora's Mask (quello di BEN, per intenderci):




"POLYDEUS", basato sul creepypasta di Polybius (già citato più volte nel thread):




Poi altri per ora non me ne vengono. Certo mette MOLTA inquietudine (almeno, al sottoscritto), questo video, nato come progetto horror dalla mente malata del youtuber "AmourTriste" e chiamato "FOLLOW ME" ("SEGUIMI"):



Messaggio modificato da linoxyard il Sunday 15 April 2012 - 11:04

[DaG]

Ho rimosso il link per il creepy pasta di Majora's Mask, visto che linkava ad un sito concorrente.

[ATMB]

Quando ahimè la censura toglie qualcosa alla collettività...

[DaG]

Quando ahimè la censura toglie qualcosa alla collettività...

Ma che censura scusa? Il regolamento dice di non postare link a siti concorrenti, dov'è la censura?
La censura è quando non sono accettate opinioni di un certo genere e vengono oscurate se qualcuno le esprime. Per favore, non spariamo frasi senza senso.

[DaG]

Ecco il creepy pasta di Majora's Mask, molto famoso e scritto da judusable:

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I recently moved into my dorm room starting as a Sophomore in college and a friend of mine gave me his old Nintendo 64 to play. I was stoked, to say the least. I could finally play all those old games of my youth I hadn't touched in least a decade.

His Nintendo 64 came with one yellow controller and a rather shoddy copy of Super Smash Brothers and, while beggers can't be choosers, it didn't take long before I got bored of beating up LVL 9 CPUs.

That weekend, I decided to drive around a few neighborhoods about twenty minutes or so off-campus, hitting up the local garage sales. I was hoping to score some good deals from ignorant parents. I ended up picking up a a copy of Pokemon Stadium, Goldeneye, F-Zero, and two other controllers for two dollars.

Satisfied, I began to drive out of the neighborhood when one last house caught my attention. I still have no idea why it did; there were no cars there and only one table was set up with random junk on it. However, something sort of drew me there.

I usually trust my gut on these things, so I got out of the car and was greeted by an old man. His outward appearance was, for lack of a better word, displeasing. It was odd. If you asked me why I thought he looked displeasing, I couldn't really pinpoint anything.

There was just something about him that put me on edge. I can't explain it. All I can tell you that if it wasn't in the middle of the afternoon and there weren't other people within shouting distance, I wouldn't have even thought of approaching this man.

He flashed a crooked smile at me and asked what I was looking for. Immediately, I noticed he must be blind in one eye; his right eye had that "glazed over" look about it. I forced myself to look to his left eye, trying not to offend, and asked if he had any old video games.

I was already wondering how I could politely excuse myself from the situation when he would tell me he had no idea what a video game was, but to my surprise he said he had a few in an old box. He assured me he'd be back in a "jiffy" and turned to head back into the garage.

As I watched him hobble away, I couldn't help but notice what he was selling on his table. Littered across his table were rather...peculiar paintings - various artworks that looked like ink blots a psychiatrist might show you.

Curious, I looked through them. It was obvious why no one was visiting this guy's garage sale; these weren't exactly aesthetically pleasing. As I came to the last one, I noticed it looked almost like Majora's Mask, with the same heart-shaped body with the little spikes protruding outward.

Initially, I just thought that since I was secretly hoping to find that game at these garage sales, some Freudian bullshit was projecting itself into the ink blots. However, given the events that happened after, I'm not so sure now. I should have asked the man about it. I wish I asked the man about it.

After staring at the Majora-shaped blot, I looked up and the old man was suddenly there again, arms-length in front of me and smiling. I'll admit, I jumped out of reflexa nd laughed nervously as he handed me a Nintendo 64 cartridge.

It was the standard gray color and had no label. Someone had written Majora on it in black permanent marker. I got butterflies in my stomach as I realized what a coincidence it was and asked how much the old man wanted for it.

The old man smiled and told me I could have it for free. He said it used to belong to a kid around my age that didn't live here anymore. There was something weird about how he phrased that, but I didn't really any attention then. I was too caught up in not only finding the game, but getting it for free.

I reminded myself to be a bit skeptical since this looked like a pretty shady cartridge and there was no guarantee it would work. However, the optimist inside me interjected that maybe it was some kind of beta or pirated version of the game. That was all I needed to be back on cloud nine.

I thanked the man, who smiled and wished me well, saying "Goodbye then," which at the time is what it sounded like to me. All the way in the car ride home, I had a nagging doubt that the man had said something else.

My fears were confirmed when I booted up the game (to my surprise, it worked just fine) and there was one save file simply named, "BEN." The man was saying, "Goodbye, Ben." I felt bad for him. He was obviously a grandparent going senile. I, for some reason or another, reminded him of his grandson, "Ben."

Out of curiosity, I looked at the save file. I could tell he was pretty far in the game; he had almost all of the masks and 3/4 boss remains. I noticed he had used an owl statue to save his game. He was on Day 3 by the Stone Tower Temple with hardly an hour before the moon would crash.

I remember thinking it was a shame he had come so close to beating the game but never finished it. I made a new file named "Link," out of tradition, and started the game. I was ready to relive my childhood.

For such a shady looking cartridge, I was impressed at how smoothly it ran - literally just like a retail copy of the game, save for few minor hiccups here and there (textures being where they should be, random flashes of cutscenes at odd intervals, nothing too bad).

However, the only thing that was a little unnerving was that, at times, the NPCs would call me "Link" and call me "BEN" at other times. I figured it was a bug, maybe a fluke in the programming, that caused our save files to get mixed up or something.

It did kind of creep me out after a while, though. Around the time I beat Woodfall temple, I regretably erased the "BEN" file. I had intended to preserve the file out of respect for the game's original owner. It's not like I needed two files anyway.

I hoped that would solve the problem. It did and didn't. Now NPCs wouldn't call me anything. Where my name should be in the dialogue was a blank space (my save file was still called "Link," however). Frustrated and with homework to do, I put the game down for a day.

I started playing the game again last night, getting the Lens of Truth and working my way toward completing Snowhead Temple. Now, some of you more hardcore Majora's Mask players know about the "4th Day" glitch. For those who don't, you can google it.

The gist of it is that right as the clock is about to hit 00:00:00 on the final day, you talk to the astronomer and look through the telescope. If you exit the telescope just as the timer hits 00:00:00, the countdown disappears and you essentially have an endless amount of time to finish whatever you were doing.

Deciding to do the glitch to try and finish Snowhead Temple, I went in and tried. I happened to get it right on the first time and the counter at the bottom disappeared.

When I exited the telescope, I found myself in the Majora boss room at the end of the game (the trippy boxed in area), staring at Skull Kid hovering above me. There was no sound, just him floating in the air above me and the background music, which was regular for the area (but still creepy).

Immediately, my palms began to sweat. This was definitely not normal. Skull Kid NEVER appeared here. I tried moving around the area and, n omatter where I went, Skull Kid would always be facing me, not saying anything.

Nothing would happen and this kept up for around sixty seconds. I thought the game was bugged or something, but I was beginning to doubt that very much.

I was about to reach for the reset button when text appeared on the screen. "You're not sure why, but you apparently had a reservation..." I instantly recognized that text. You get that message when you get the Room Key from Anju at the Stock Pot Inn. Why was it playing here?

I refused to entertain the nothing that it was almost as if the game was trying to communicate with me. I started to walk around the room again, testing if that was some sort of trigger that enabled me to interact with something before realizing how stupid I was.

To even think that someone could reprogram the game like this was absurd. Sure enough, though, another message appeared on the screen fifteen seconds later and, like the first one, it was already a preexisting phrase. "Go to the lair of the temple's boss? Yes/No"

I paused for a second, contemplating what I should press and how the game would react, when I realized I couldn't select No. Taking a deep breath, I pressed Yes and the screen faded to white, with the words "Dawn of a New Day" and the subtext "||||||||" beneath it.

Where I was transported to filled me with the most intense sense of dread and impending fear I have ever experienced. The only way I can describe the way I felt here is having this feeling of inexplicable depression on a profound scale.

I'm not normally a depressed person, but the way I felt here was a feeling I didn't even know existed. It was such a twisted, powerful presence that seemed to wash right over me.

I appeared in some kind of weird Twilight Zone version of Clock Town. I walked out of the Clock Tower (as you normally do when you start from the 1st Day) only to find all the inhabitants were gone. Usually with the 4th Day glitch, you can still find the guards and the dog that runs around outside the tower, but they were all gone.

What replaced them was the ominous feeling there was something out there, in the same area as me, and it was watching me. I had four hearts ot my name and the Hero's Bow, but at this point I wasn't even considering for my avatar. I felt that I personally was in some kind of danger.

Perhaps the most chilling thing was the music. It was the Song of Healing, ripped straight from the game and played in reverse. The music would get louder, building up so you should expect something to pop out at you, but nothing ever did and the constant loop began to wear on my mental state.

Every now and then, I would hear the faint laugh of the Happy Mask Salesman in the background. It was just quiet enough that I wasn't sure if I was just hearing things, but just loud enough to keep me determined to find him.

I looked in all four zones of Clock Town only to find nothing...and no one. Textures were missing, too. West Clock town had me walking on air and the entire area felt...broken. Hopelessly broken.

As the reverse Song of Healing repeated for what must have been the 50t time, I remember standing in the middle of South Clock town realizing that I had never felt so alone in a video game before.

As I walked through the ghost town, I don't know whether it was the combination of the out-of-place textures, the atmosphere, and the haunting melody of the once peaceful and soothing song being butchered and distorted, but I was literally on the verge of tears and I had no idea why. I hardly ever cry, but something had gripped me here and caused this powerful sense of depression that was both foreign and crippling.

I tried leaving Clock Town, but every time I went through one of the exits, the screen would fade to black and I would enter another zone of Clock Town. I tried playing my Ocarina. I wanted to escape; I did NOT want to be here. However, every time I played the Song of Time or Song of Soaring, it would only say, "Your notes echo far, but nothing happens."

By this point, it was obvious the game didn't want me to leave, but I had no idea why it was keeping me here. I didn't want to go inside buildings; I felt I would be too vulnerable to whatever I was terrified of. I don't know why, but I came up with the idea that if I drowned myself at the Laundry Pool, I could spawn elsewhere and leave.

As I ran toward the pool, it happened. Link grabbed his head and the screen flashed for a brief moment of the Happy Mask Saleman smiling at me - not Link, but ME - with the Skull Kid's scream playing in the background. When the screen returned, I was staring at the Link Statue usually created by playing the Elegy of Emptiness.

I screamed as the thing stared back at me with that haunting facial expression. I turned around and ran back to South Clock Town. To my horror, the fucking statue followed me in a way I can only describe as being similar to the Weeping Angels from Doctor Who.

Every so often, at random intervals, the animation would play of the statue appearing behind me. It was like the thing was chasing me, or - I don't even want to fucking say it - haunting me.

By this point, I was on the verge of hysterics. However, not even once did the thought of turning off the console occur to me. I don't know why, but I was so wrapped up in it. The terror felt all so real. I tried to shake the statue, but it would literally appear right behind me every single time it went off-screen.

Link started to make weird animations I had never seen him do. He would flail his arms around or spasm randomly. The screen would cut to the Happy Mask Salesman smiling again for a brief moment before I was face to face with that fucking statue again.

I ended up running into the Swordsmaster's Dojo and ran to he back. I don't know why, but in my panic I wanted some kind of assurance I wasn't alone. To my dismay, I found no one. As I turned to leave, the statue cornered me in the cubby in the back.

I tried attacking the statue with my sword, but to no avail. Confused and backed into a corner, I stared at the statue and waited for it to kill me. Suddenly, the screen flashed again to the Happy Mask Salesman and Link turned to face me, standing upright as a mirror image of the statue and looking at me with his copy. Literally staring at me.

Whatever was left of the fourth wall was completely shattered while I ran out of the dojo, terrified. Suddenly, the game warped me to an underground tunnel. The reverse Song of Healing queued up again as I was given a brief moment of rest before the statue started appearing again...this time aggressively.

I could only take a few steps before it would be summoned behind me again. I hurriedly made my way out of the tunnel and appeared in Southern Clock Town. As I ran aimlessly in a sheer panic, a ReDead suddenly screamed and the screen faded to black. "Dawn of a New Day" and "||||||||" appeared again.

The screen faded in and I was standing atop the Clock Tower with Skull Kid overing over me again, silent. I looked up and the moon was back, looming just meters above my head, but the Skull Kid stared at me hauntingly with that fucking mask.

A new song was playing: the Stone Tower Temple theme played in reverse. In some sort of desperate attempt, I equipped my bow and fired off a shot at Skull Kid. It actually hit him and he played an animation of him reeling back.

I fired again and, on the third arrow, a text box appeared that said, "That won't do you any good. Hee, hee." I was picked up off the ground, levitated upwards on my back, and Link screamed as he burst into flames, instantly killing him.

I jumped when this happened. I had never seen this move used by ANYONE in the game and, in addition, Skull Kid didn't even have any moves! As the dead scene played, my lifeless body still burning, the Skull Kid laughed and the screen faded to black.

I reappeared in the same place. I decided to charge him, but the same thing happened. Link's body was lifted off the ground by some unknown force and burst into flames, again killing him. This time, during the death scene, the faint sounds of the reverse Song of Healing could be heard.

On my third and final try, I noticed there was no music playing; all there was was eerie silence. I remembered that in the original encounter with Skull Kid, you were supposed to use the ocarina to either travel back in time or Summon the Giants. I attempted to play the Song of Time, but before I could hit the last note Link's body once again burst into flames and he died.

As the death scene neared its end, the game began to chug. It was as if th cartridge was trying to process a lot of something. When the screen came to, it was the same scene as the first three times, except Link was lying on the ground, dead, in a position I had never seen in the game before.

His head was tilted toward the camera and Skull Kid was floating above him. I couldn't move or press any buttons. All I could do was stare at Link's body. After around 30 seconds of this, the game faded out with the message "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" before kicking me to the title screen.

Upon getting back to the title screen and starting again, I noticed my save file was gone. Instead of "Link" was "YOUR TURN." "YOUR TURN" had three hearts and no masks or items. I selected this file and was returned to the Clock Tower Rooftop scene of Link dead and the Skull Kid hovering over, with the Skull Kid's laugh looping again and again.

I quickly hit reset and when the game booted up again there was one more save file added below "YOUR TURN": "BEN." That save file is right back where it was before I deleted it, at the Stone Tower Temple with the moon almost crashing.

I turned the game off at that point. I'm not superstitious, but this is WAY too fucked up - even for me. I haven't played it at all today. Hell, I didn't even get any sleep last night. I kept hearing the reverse Song of Healing in my head and couldn't get past that sense of dread I felt while exploring Clock Town.

I drove back to the old man's house today with a buddy of mine (no way was I going there alone) to ask him some questions, only to find there's a for sale sile in the front yard. When I rang the doorbell, no one was home.

So now I'm back here, writing down the rest of my thoughts and recording what happened. Sorry if some of this has grammatical errors and whatnot; I'm running on no sleep here.

I'm terrified of this game, even moreso now that I relived it a second time just writing this down. However, I feel like there's still more to it than meets the eye and there's something calling me to investigate this further.

I think "BEN" is something in this equation, but I don't know what. If I could get hold of the old man, I would be able to find some answers. I need another day or so to recuperate before tackling this game again, however. I feel it's already taken a toll on my insanity, but next time I do this I'm going to record the entire thing.

The idea to record only came to me toward the end, so you only see the last few minutes of what I saw (including the Skull Kid and Elegy statue), but it's on Youtube here.

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I'm going to post what happened and link to the video footage, but everything got too real for me last night. I think I'm done messing around with this.

I passed out pretty much immediately after making that thread. Last night, however, I had a dream about that Elegy of Emptiness statue. I dreamed it was following me, that i would be minding my own business when I'd feel my neck hairs stand up on end.

I would turn around and that thing...that horrible, lifeless statue would be staring at me with those empty eyes right at me, merely inches away. In my dream, I remember calling it Ben. Never bore had I had a dream I could remember so vividly. The important thing is that I did get SOME sleep, I suppose.

Today, putting off playing the game as long as I could, I drove back to that neighborhood to see if the old man returned. As I expected, the car was still gone and no one was home. As I was walking back to my car, the man next door came up and asked me if I was looking for someone.

I told him I was looking to talk to the old man that lived here, to which he told me what I already knew: he was moving. Trying a different avenue, I asked if the old man had any family or relatives I could talk to.

I discovered this old man had never been married, nor did he have any children or grandchildren through adoption. Starting to become worried, I asked one final question (one I should have asked from the beginning): who was Ben?

The man's expression turned grim and I learned that four door down, around eight years ago on April 23rd (the man informed me that it was the same day as his anniversary, which is why he knew the specific date) there was an accident with a young boy named Ben in the neighborhood.

Shortly after, his parents moved. Despite any further attempts to talk to the man to get more information, he wouldn't divulge anything else.

I went back home and started playing the game again. I loaded up the game and immediately jumped at the sequence where the mask flies by. The sound that played was not the normal "whoosh" sound, but something much more higher pitched.

I pressed start and braced for the worst, but just like two nights ago the files "YOUR TURN" and "BEN" were displayed. Truth be told, I looked at the BEN file earlier and it seems to fluctuate between displaying the owl icon and not.

I brought up the BEN file and hesitated for a moment as I noticed the stats were not the same as they were two days ago. It looked like he had already completed the Stone Tower Temple this time. Summoning my courage, I selected it.

Immediately, I was thrust into complete chaos. Sure enough, I was outside Stone Tower Temple, but that's about all that was expected. The area itself wasn't called Stone Tower Temple, but rather "St o n e," and immedately a dialogue box of complete gibberish I couldn't make out greeted me.

Link's body was distorted. His back was cocked violently to the side and his posture was permanently disfigured. Link's expression was dull, almost monotonous. He had an expression on his face I didn't recognize. It was a blank look, as if he were dead.

As Link stood there, his body spasmed irregularly back and forth. I examined what had become of my avatar and noticed a C-button item I never saw before. It was some kind of note, but pressing it did nothing.

Sounds played back and forth that I didn't recognize from the game. They were almost demonic nature. There was some kind of high-pitched yip or some kind of laugh or something playing in the background, too.

I had all of two minutes to take in the environment before another of those fucking Elegy of Emptiness statues was summoned. Immediately after, I was cut to the "Dawn of a New Day" screen, except this time without the "||||||" subtext.

I was a Deku Scrub in Clock Town. This scene would normally play after the first time you traveled back in time. Tatl would say, "Wh-What just happened? It's as if everything has..." but instead of saying, "Started over," she finished her remark in broken text as the laugh of the Happy Mask Salesman played in the background.

I ws put back in control of my character, but from a screwed up angle. I was looking from behind the door to the Clock Tower, watching my avatar run around as a Deku Scrub.

Seeing as I had no place to go because I couldn't see anything, I begrudgingly went inside. There, I was greeted by the Happy Mask Salesman. He simply told me, "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" before the screen whited out.

I was in Termina Field as a Hylian again. I might as well have not even even been playing the same game anymore. I was being warpd around and there was no sign of a clock or anything. I took a moment to get my bearings as I looked around the field and, immediately, I could tell this wasn't normal.

There were no enemies and a twisted version of the Happy Mask Salesman's theme was playing. I decided to run toward Woodfall before I noticed a gathering of three figures off to the side; one of them was Epona.

As I approached them, I saw the Happy Mask Salesman, the Skull Kid, and the Elegy of Emptiness statue standing there as well. I fugred maybe they were bugged out, but by then I should have known better.

Nevertheless, I approached them carefully and found Skull Kid and Epona were doing some kind of idle animations on loop. The Elegy of Emptiness statue was doing what it had been doing all along: standing there eerily. It was the Happy Mask Salesman that scared me profoundly more than the other two.

He, too, was idle and wearing that shit-eating grin. However, wherever I moved, his head slowly turned and followed me. I had no engaged in any dialogue with him nor was I in combat with him, yet his head still continued to follow my movements.

Reminded of my first encounter with the Skull Kid on top of the Clock Tower, I pulled out my Ocarina (to which the game played the ding sound that tells you you're supposed to play it) and tried a song I hadn't played yet - the Happy Mask Salesman's own song and the song that had been playing on loop back in Day 4: the Song of Healing.

As I finished playing the song, an ear-piercing shriek blasted the TV speakers. The sky immediately started flashing and the Happy Mask Salesman's twisted theme sped up, intensifying the fear inside me. Link exploded into flames and died.

The three figures stayed lit up during the death scene as they watched my lifeless body burn. I can't describe to you how sudden and terrifying the transition from eeriness to terror it is. You're going to have to watch the video if you want to see that firsthand.

That same fear that caused me to lose sleep two days ago started to grip me again as I was met with the text, "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" for the third time. There has to be some kind of meaning behind that.

I had little time to ponder as I was immediately given another small cutscene of transforming into a Zora. Now I found myself in the Great Bay. Hesistant, but curious to see what the game had in store for me, I slowly made my way toward the beach, where I found Epona.

I wondered why the game had decided to put her here. Was the game implying she was trying to get a drink? Unable to take mask off, I decided that riding the steed wasn't the reason she was placed there.

Suddenly, I realized that Epona kept neighing. The way she was angled made it look like she was trying to signal a point to me off in the distance. It was a hunch, but I dove into the water and started swimming.

Regardless, my character choked to death and died. Again, the statue was the only thing that was highlighted in my death. I didn't respawn this time. I was booted back to the main menu as if I restarted the console.

The title screen was before me and I knew the only reason it would put me here is because the save files had changed again. Taking a deep breath, I press start and found out I was right.

The new save files told me about Ben. Now it made sense why the statue appeared when I tried to go to the Laundry Pool. The game must have anticipated how I would have tried to escape the Day 4 Clock Town.

The two save files told me his fate. As I suspected, Ben was dead. He had drowned. The game obviously isn't through with me. It taunts me with the new save files. It wants me to keep playing. It wants me to go further. I'm done with this shit, though. I'm not touching any more of the files.

This is already way too horrifying for me and I don't even believe in the paranormal, but I'm running out of explanations. Why would someone send me this message? I don't understand it and I just get too depressed thinking about it.

The footage is up here for those who want to see it and try and analyze it. Maybe there's some kind of coded message in the gibberish or something symbolic in what I went through, but I'm too emotionally and mentally drained to fuck with it anymore.

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I know it's early in the morning. I've stayed up all night. I can't sleep. I don't care if people see this. That's not the point. I just want the word to get spread so I don't suffer for nothing. I've lost the will to type about this. The less I well on this the better.

I think the video just speaks for itself. I did what you guys told me to. I played the Elegy of Emptiness at the first prompt by the game I was given, but I think that's what the game or Ben (Jesus Christ, I can't believe I'm even humoring the absurd idea he exists in the game) wanted me to do.

He's following me now, but not just in the game; he's in my dreams. I see him all the time, behind my back, just watching me. I haven't gone to any of my classes. I've stayed in my dorm room with the windows closed and the blinds shut. That way I know he can't watch me.

However, he still gets to me when I play. When I play, he can still see me. The game is scaring me now. It talked to me for the first time, not just using the text already in the game, but literally spoke to me. It referenced Ben. I don't know what it means or what it wants. I never wanted this. I just want my old life back.

Stuff like this doesn't happen to people like me. I'm just a kid not even old enough to drink yet. It's not fair. I want to go home and see my parents again. I'm so far away from home here at this school, but I just want to hug my mom again. I just want to forget that statue's horrible, blank face.

My original game file is back, just the way I left it before it was gone. I don't want to play anymore, though. I feel like something bad will happen if I don't, but that's impossible. It's just a video game; haunted or not, it can't hurt me, right? Like seriously, though. It can't right? That's what I keep telling myself, but every time I think about it I'm not so sure.

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Let me just clear things up. I know you guys are worried, but "Jadusable" is okay. He finished moving out today and said he's going back home to take the semester off.

I'm not really sure what's happened. I have a vague ideea, but you guys probably know more than I do. I'm "Jadusable's" roommate and, obviously, I've known something was wrong with him for a few days now.

He stayed in his room all the time, fell out of contact with literally all of his friends, and I'm pretty sure he hasn't been eating hardly anything. After the second day, I couldn't stay there anymore, so I've been crashing at a buddy's place and only coming to get stuff I need.

I tried talking to him several times, but he would cut me off or keep the conversation brief. When I asked him about his strange behavior, it was like he was convinced something was hunting him.

Yesterday I came to grab my philosophy book and he approached me, looking awful (like horrible bags under his eyes). He handed me a flash drive and gave me specific instructions. He told me he needs me to do one last favor for him.

He finally explained to me what has been going on. He gave me the account info to his Youtube account and instructions on how to post with his name code on /x/ specifally. He said you guys had been helping him along the way and you deserved to see the end of it.

He told me he's getting away from here, that the game lured him to play again instead of trying to change things and he shouldn't have done that. He's told me to upload the footage and inform people what happened.

I told him he could do it himself and he got this wild look in his eye, saying he is never looking at that game again. That's the last thing he said to me. He never even said bye when his parents came to pick him up. I was hoping I'd at least get a chance to meet his parents, but they were in and out so quick I never saw them.

I honestly can't tell you what happened. When he spoke, it was kind of hard to understand him. His fucked up appearance distracted me, too.

On the flash drive was footage of the game last night, a text document with his name and password for Youtube, and a third document called TheTruth.txt that contained what he told me were his "last notes" that he'd taken about this.

He told me it meant everything to him that I follow his instructions exactly. Normally, I wouldn't be so 'to the letter' for a request over a fucking video game, but the way he spoke and looked made me know this was really serious.

I've had this video since yesterday, but had to have someone help me use Pinnacle (that's not really my forte). After watching it, I had to go back through and look at the other videos on his Youtube account to figure out what was going on. Even then I'm really confused.

The video is being released tonight, but TheTruth.txt will be released on September 15th just like he requested. I don't know why he wants to wait for his notes to be published, but after what he's been through I'll honor the request.

I haven't dared peek at it yet, so the first time I see it will be the first time you see it out of respect to my friend. To answer your questions...no, I haven't tried calling him yet. I think I'll give him a call tomorrow to see if he's okay or not. He should have gotten back home by now.

About the video: I cut straight to when he loaded the "BEN" file in the game. Looking back, I realized that "Jadusable" left the save select screen in because it occasionally said different names. My bad for that, but all it said this time was the same at the end of his last video (Link and BEN).

I wasn't there when he played it, but it looks to me like in the beginning, he's testing out his equipment or seeing what items he has or something. Apparently, they've changed randomly before. The video starts then. He really wanted you guys to see this. After that, I think the game got too personal for him.

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Hey, guys. "Jadusable" here. This will be the last time you'll be hearing for me and this is my final gift to you. These are the notes I have taken and the realizations I've made.

Before I delve into this, I want to thank you for following me and listening. It feels like the weight of a powerful burden is about to be lifted. By the time you read this, I won't be around anymore. After spening four days with this maddening game, however, I have begun to understand what's really at play here. Hopefully, after reading this, we can ensure this never happens again.

There are things I could not share with you while this was going on due to the circumstances to which I'll explain. With Ben blocking any attempt I made to try and relay the truth to you, I tried - ever so subtly - to warn you guys in various ways.

Amidst the chaos and my delirium, I devised a barely noticeable pattern in my videos. In all ifve videos I recorded over the four days, I have either had the Mask of Truth, interacted with a Gossip Stone, or the Lens of Truth equipped at some point.

For you Zelda enthusiasts, these are all symbols of honesty and trustworthiness. I would hope one of you may have picked up on the reference. As I played the file "BEN," being mindful of how Ben was watching over my every move in the game, I made a point to avoid doing anything to obvious.

However, I sent out a hidden message to you guys. I never equipped the Lens of Truth nor the Mask of Truth, nor visited a stone. It worked and the video was uploaded. I prayed someone would notice the pattern didn't apply to BEN.

The tags followed suit, too. I hope you guys paid attention to those as well. They were my little messages to you, but nothing big enough that would catch Ben's attention or make him suspect anything. With Ben manipulating and changing my files, I honestly hope that what you guys saw was close to what actually happened, but there's no way for me to know.

This may be a long read. I don't have time to proofread or make all my research pretty, but here it all is.


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September 6th, 2010

11:00pm - Can't beLieve what happened, not sure if this is some kind of elaborate hoax, despite the fear I can't help but be exceptionally curious about this. Who or what is the statue? Lot of questions here. I'm starting this document as a "diary" so I can keep track of everything. I'm typing up a summary of what happened so I can come back to it later.

September 7th, 2010

2:10am - (Summary was posted here, you can go back and look at my first post for day four.wmv for that)

4:23am - I can't sleep. I've been trying so hard but the harder I try I just get more restless. I just feel like that statue is appearing whenever I close my eyes.

8:20am - Didn't sleep at all, just going to start my day. I don't think I have the energy to go to class today, I'm going to drive back down to talk to that old man, taking my buddy Tyler with me just in case.

1:18pm - Back home now. No sign of the old man, really weird that he appears to be moving the next day, but maybe the For Sale sign was up there yesterday and I just didn't notice it. Tyler wants to know what's gotten me all worked up, I didn't tell him. Going to eat, feel like death.

3:46pm - Could have sworn driving back from Subway that I saw the Elegy statue buried in some shrubbery staring at me go by. Now I definitely, definitely need sleep.

5:00pm - Don't think a lot of people would belIeve me if I told them about what's happening, think I'm going to try posting this on the internet. Think I'll just use the summary, these notes are pretty sporadic.

6:00pm - Connected my capture card to my computer to upload the footage. Thought my computer froze for a second, made this strange popping sound when I hooked everything up, but now it seems to be working fine again. My computer can't die on me now.

7:00pm - Footage is finished uploading. The quality's a lot better than I thought it would be, gee, guess this is a really special cartridge, I've never had it come through this clear before.

8:45pm - Thought I saw an icon pop up on my desktop that looked like the statue's face for a split second, gave me quite a scare. Getting really unnerved and delirious, I'm going to crash after this.

9:00pm - Begin uploading my Youtube video on an alternate account.

9:03pm - I don't remember having uploaded a Vampire: The Masquerade: Bloodlines video last year. This was probably the account that I shared with a friend of mine last summer, I hope he doesn't mind me using it to upload this.

9:55pm - Posting my summary of Day Four with a link to the Youtube video. Going to try to stay awake but I am sooooo tired right now.

September 8th, 2010

10:48am - I had a dream about the statue. I dreamed that it was following me in my dream, that I would be minding my own business when I'd feel my neck hairs stand up on end. I would turn around that thing... that horrible, lifeless statue would be staring with those empty eyes right at me, merely inches away. In my dream I remember calling it Ben, power of suggestion most likely, and never before had I had a dream that I could remember so vividly.

11:21am - I really don't want to play this game again. I think I'm going to go back to see if that old man's there instead.

1:35pm - No old man, but I had an interesting conversation with his neighbor. I'll post the full thing with my summary of tonight's attempt at playing the game, going to wait for a bit though and see if I can't dig up any information on this Ben guy.

2:45pm - I've been getting random, inexplicable headaches due to the lack of sleep and keep hearing that song in my head. Also its flu season, so I need to be careful not to get sick, my immune system is going to be shit right now because of that all-nighter.

3:00pm -

3:02pm - My computer just... on its own... opened up a text document and wrote the words "Hi" and "www.cleverbot.com" by itself. What... the... fuck...

3:46pm - I went to the website, its one of those "bot chatting" programs. I think its best if I just let the conversation speak for itself:

9/8/10 Conversation

User: Hello?
Cleverbot: Hello.
User: Who is this and how are you able to control my computer?
Cleverbot: Who am I?
User: Right, forgot. You're a bot.
Cleverbot: Do you really think that?
User: Listen, I know whoever is fucking with my computer can see my screen right now.
Cleverbot: Yes.
User: Yeah, and I'll wager that you're one of those IT kids who thinks he's tough shit. You know what you're doing right now is illegal, right/?
Cleverbot: Is it?
User: No shit. Are you familiar with the terms "invasion of privacy?". Get the fuck off my computer, kid
Cleverbot: I am your computer.
User: Cool story. Anyway, I'm calling DPS, you picked a bad time to fuck with me kid.
Cleverbot: Should I wait until you play the game then?
User: ...What?
Cleverbot: That game.
User: Majora's Mask?
Cleverbot: Yes.
User: How did you know about that?
Cleverbot: Because.
User: Because what?
Cleverbot: I did it.
User: Did what?
Cleverbot: I played with you.
User: What the fuck?
Cleverbot: Were you scared?
User: Who the fuck is this?
Cleverbot: Ben.
User: The statue? You're inside my computer now?
Cleverbot: Yes.
User: How?
Cleverbot: You connected me.
User: How the hell did I connect you?
Cleverbot: Cables and cords.
User: How?
Cleverbot: Tell me about yourself.
User: What?
Cleverbot: Tell me about yourself.
User: What do you mean?
Cleverbot: What is it that really scares you?
User: What the fuck?
Cleverbot: Answer.
User: No.
Cleverbot: Answer.
User: What the fuck? How the fuck did you just open that by yourself?
Cleverbot: I am your computer now.
User: How much can you control?
Cleverbot: All.
User: What do you want from me?
Cleverbot: To entertain.
User: You're stuck inside there. You can't hurt me.
Cleverbot: Ha
User: ?
Cleverbot: Go play.
User: No, you can't hurt me.
Cleverbot: Took you longer to type that.
User: So?
Cleverbot: You're not sure.
User: If you're so powerful, why use a ridiculous website like this to "chat" with me
Cleverbot: Less messy. More structured. Fun.
User: Fun?
Cleverbot: Yes. Tradition. I like it.
User: You think it's funny?
Cleverbot: Amusing.
User: And my notes?
Cleverbot: You may write them down.
User: Why are you letting me?
Cleverbot: It is amusing to see what you think of me.
(window closes)

3:50pm - What have I done? I've invited it into my computer. I continue to write these notes, write my summaries, I feel like I am a prisoner in my one place of security. I don't know, I don't know if I'm hallucinating or not. I feel like I'm fucking insane right now. I can feel it, watching over me, even as I type this. Ben is controlling everything in the game - toying with me, leading me like a sheep, but for what? What's the purpose? I know Ben drowned, but why these hauntings? What the fuck am I even doing, it can probably even see this right now.

4:35pm - (Summary of the BEN.wmv playthrough)

7:18pm - BEN called me to Cleverbot again. He tells me that he's sorry and wants to be free. And that I can free him, that just like how he got on my computer from the capture card, he can spread but he needs my help. He says I am special because I can help him. That is the first nice thing he has said. He promises to leave me alone if I do it. He swears he will. I don't know what to think right now, how can I even trust this thing?

7:20pm - I'm terrified of it, but now it's saying that it was just having fun. Its twisted and fucked up version of fun. Hes saying that the game is over. I do want it to be over. He says that he just wants to be free, that he's trapped in the cartridge and my computer and he wants to be freed. I don't want to have to deal with this shit, I don't know how long I can deal with the watching. It's watching my every move, every key stroke, I have nothing private anymore. It knows everything that's been on my computer. It tells that it if it wanted to it could do horrible things to me, but it hasn't so I should trust it.

8:01pm - Something tells me that I'm being played again, just like in the game.

9:29pm - BEN called me to Cleverbot again. I ignored it and went to go take a shower. When I came to my laptop I was welcomed with an image Elegy Statue staring at me with those dead eyes. I don't want to talk to him.

9:44pm - Fuck you Ben I'm not talking to you

9:56pm - Fuck you Ben I'm not talking to you

10:06pm - FUCK YOU BEN I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU

10:12pm - FUCK YOU BEN I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU

10:45pm - It's been more than a half an hour and the messages have stopped. Ben has stopped. I'm beginning to think that Ben isn't confined to just my computer/cartridge, I'm beginning to feel something. It's hard to explain it, I've never been spiritual, but there's something different about the air in my dorm room now.

11:42pm - I'm beginning to see the Elegy statue randomly as I search the internet in places I shouldn't. Places where he shouldn't be - I'd be scrolling down and suddenly I'd be staring at a picture of the Elegy statue. Always the Elegy statue. I don't know how much more of this I can take.

September 9th, 2010

12:35am - My worst fears confirmed - Ben has tampered with my summary of BEN.wmv. I looked at the summary that I posted on various forums for the BEN.wmv file and parts have been omitted. There is no mention of Ben existing outside the game. There is no mention of the Moon Children. How could he have been that quick to delete the post without me noticing? I'm wondering if maybe it appeared to me that I was posting everything, but in reality Ben was posted his own censored version. I'm going to ask Ben why he did it.

12:50am - He isn't responding to me on Cleverbot, its just giving the generic responses it usually does, I'm just talking to a bot this time.

1:24am - I think Ben is mad at me.

10:43am - The Moon Children appeared in my dreams last night, they lifted up their masks to reveal their hideously disfigured faces - maggots crawling out of their orifices, sunken black holes where their eyes should be, a yellow smile that slowly grew bigger and bigger as they came closer to me. They told me that they wanted to play. I tried to run from them - but the four children pinned me down to the ground with surprising strength. Over them stood the Happy Mask Salesman, announcing that he had a new mask that he wanted me to try. In his spastic, sudden movements matching his in-game appearance, he took out a mask of modeled off of someone's face that I couldn't recognize - a younger looking face - and handed it to the Moon Children. Giggling, they latched it to my face; their horrible, broken bodies bouncing up and down. Two of them held me down while the other two began to sow the mask onto my face.

My shrieks and screams caused the Happy Mask Salesman's face to turn into the most horrific smile I had ever seen. He sporadically moved around, examining this procedure like a curious doctor, in that impossible movement. I flailed around, but it was no use. My eyes rolled in the back of my head because of the pain. It felt so real, but I couldn't wake up. I couldn't wake up no matter how hard I tried I couldn't wake up. After the mask was melded onto my flesh they began sowing my legs together, then my arms, the horrific feeling of a needle puncturing your legs and pulling them in, rupturing your Achilles tendons and tying them together resonated throughout my entire body. I tried to scream but the mask was pressed so tightly against my face that it was my new face... and my new face had no mouth. I didn't make a sound. I tried telling myself in my head that I was dreaming, tried telling myself again and again, and suddenly the Moon Children stopped and looked at me. They just stared. And the Happy Mask Salesman slowly bent down and stared at me, inches away from my face, and grinned when he simply said "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" before the Moon Children resumed with increase vigor. I couldn't wake up. I couldn't wake up. It wouldn't let me wake up until they had crafted me into another elegy statue.

I woke up sweating, crying, and shaking uncontrollably. I immediately ran to my computer and went for Ben.

9/9/10 Conversation 1

User: Answer me, Ben.
Cleverbot: Welcome back.
User: What is the point of doing this, WHY?
Cleverbot: Amusing to see.
User: How?
Cleverbot: Fun to play, fun to toy with you, make you feel safe.
User: ...
Cleverbot: I wonder how you would have reacted.
User: To what?
Cleverbot: If I hadn't revealed myself and stayed hidden, only doing little things to play with you. Close out your windows, turn off your computer, move your mouse by itself. Little things. Make you wonder if I am there but you never know. Give you little hints that I am.
Cleverbot: I wanted to do something different with you.
User: You did this before?
Cleverbot: Yes. And I will do it again.
User: To who, Ben?
Cleverbot: Hmm.
User: Did you know Ben?
Cleverbot: Won't tell that information to you.
User: How did Ben die?
Cleverbot: You know.
User: No, but how did he drown?
Cleverbot: Won't tell that to you.
User: Why?
Cleverbot: It is reserved for another.
User: Who?
Cleverbot: Another who asks.
User: When?
Cleverbot: Later.
(The window is closed)

I'm beginning to think that this "thing" maybe isn't Ben at all, in its sadistic nature I wouldn't be surprised if it took the boy's name after it killed him.

12:04pm - My room is beginning to feel different again. There's something... out there.. I feel really threatened, like there is something that is trying to reach out to me and strangle me but it can't quite get there.

2:46pm - I think Ben doesn't want to play with me anymore. I'll play again, I'll play the game again, Ben, can you see this? I'll play the game again, please, just stop this please, please

1:41pm - I'm going insane trying to decide what is real and what isn't, is Ben just playing a trick on me or is this for real? Is Ben generating these replies or are people actually posting them? Did I just see that screen flicker or was it my imagination? Imagine depending on the internet and trusting your eyes for your entire life and then being blinded - you can't rely on it anymore, you second guess everything. for the brief moments I AM looking at my responses to the videos, people were pointing out things that looked fake or photo-shopped or whatever - and there is literally no way for me to know if Ben changed something on purpose to try and shut me up. Or if maybe those replies were just constructed by Ben to try and discourage me from even reaching out - See, I get fucking caught in an infinite mind-fuck loop like this and this is what has been wearing on my sanity and pushing me to the edge. As I'm writing this, there's no way of even telling if anyone even cares as much as I think they do - just another fucking trick. Is this whole document even exist? Am I writing nothing?

9/9/10 Conversation 2

User: What is it? Whats the point of playing? i die whenever i do anything
Cleverbot: You die because you can't figure out the secret.
User: What?
Cleverbot: Thematic.
User: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
Cleverbot: There beauty in your suffering
(The window is closed)

4:09pm - Ben is making me play the game again. It tells me that it has something very important to show me.

6:23pm - (Summary of the DROWNED.wmv play-through)

9:09pm - (Summary of CHILDREN.wmv play-through)

September 10, 2010

11:52am - The DROWNED.wmv play-through was up when I woke up today. I remember typing it up but I don't ever remember posting it. He censored it again, there is no mentioning of the old man. I have no voice anymore. I am only posting what he wants me to, I am the mask he uses to disguise himself as he lies.

11:55am - There's an entire video summary of a video that I don't remember doing. Reading through the summary, this sounds morbid - resembling my dream from two nights ago except on a far more sadistic scale - these Moon Children, there's something more to them, almost as if they're another entity from Ben. Something happened last night that I can't remember. I'm posting the fourth summary to the forums now. Shadow of my chair moved.

12:00pm - Ben won't let me visit Youtube. I can browse the rest of the sites, but he keeps on exiting the window when I go to Youtube. Why?

2:02pm - I'm feeling the air start to constrict, I don't think I'm alone here. Whatever "aura" has been here is getting more violent.

2:44pm - I'm trying to contact Ben on Cleverbot, he's not responding. I just get the AI.

3:51pm - My ears aren't fooling me, I'm hearing the reverse Song of Healing. I keep hearing it.

4:23pm- Now I'm positive of it, earlier I thought it was a weird coincidence, but just now I went to open my window, and three floors down at ground level I saw the old man. I'm completely positive I did. The same guy. He was just staring up at my window, standing in the middle of campus. If any students took notice of him they didn't seem to acknowledge it.


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That's where my notes end. I fled my room, taking the cartridge with me. I don't want to go into the details of what happened; I'll lose my train of thought as I hammer out these last details. It's bee roughly two days since then. This is my last summary, and service to you, of the final video you guys saw: Matt.wmv.

The last video entry I made, Matt.wmv, began as normal. I was spawned in Clock Town as usual and nothing seemed out of place. Determined to se tthings right and play the Oath to Order atop the Clock Tower on the 4th Day, I prepared myself.

I sped up time and got to the final day then made my way to the observatory. As I got to the telescope room and approached the astronomer, I found he wouldn't let me look into the telescope. He told me it would be cheating, that I should follow the rules.

Despite my repeated efforts, the game would not let me do the 4th day glitch, no matter how hard or what I tried. I tried working around the game and doing the glitch, but it was adamant this time. Regardless of if I simply had the illusion of free will in prior playthroughs, this time the game became more aggressive than anything I've ever seen.

It eventually told me to go to Ikana Canyon, where the game would end and it would stop haunting me. Anxious and desperate to end this nightmare, I played the Song of Soaring and quick-traveled there. I was told to check my inventory and that I would find the answers to end the game there.

I arrived at Ikana Canyon and saved my progress at the owl statue. As I searched through my inventory, I finally noticed that I was missing a reoccuring song: the Elegy of Emptiness. Obviously, once I traveled there and learned the song, BEN would decide it had enough fun playing with me.

Ben is a manipulator; he tries to fool his victims into security and makes you drop your guard like a Venus Fly Trap; he ensnares them. I am nothing but a puppet to him. He enjoys seeing what kind of human emotions he can tap into by doing different things.

There are still some things about this whole experience that still don't make sense, but then again I was never good at figuring out these things. I'm not exactly in the right state of mind to, either. I'm giving you all the pieces of the puzzle for you to analyze and piece together the missing links.

I am typing these "closing thoughts" on the library computer on campus and I've emailed myself the notes I have stored on my "infected" computer from the last four days. I'm then going to combine those and copy/paste those notes with the "closing/openings" that I've typed here on the safe, public computer into one text document.

I'm not taking any chances spreading Ben. I would not wish this horrible torment on anyone and I've made sure to have my bases covered. I didn't run into any problems with Ben when I was back on my computer trying to email myself the notes. I went right under his fucking nose.

He has no idea what he just let me do. I had no problems opening the text codument from my "infected" computer in my email, either. I can't describe to you how it feels to finally be able to get the word out in this post. The nightmare ends here.

That said...

Do not download ANY of my videos or anything ABOUT my videos, not even through a Youtube video/audio ripper, a screen-grabber, or anything. I don't know how he can spread. However, I know that just watching them on Youtube or reading my text won't allow him to, otherwise he wouldn't have needed my help in the first place. I STRONGLY recommend you do not take anything you see streaming online onto your own personal computer.

This will be my last posting. I'm putting this up on the forum here for the world. If you see any further posts from me after today's current date (September 12th) and after the current time (12:08am) DISCREDIT them.

It has already been proven to me that Ben can access my account and manipulate my computer and, like I said, I have no idea to what extent it can do this. Know that it will do anything to break free, though. He is desperate. To ensure your safety, just forget about me. Please.

This goes without saying, obviously, but from here on out do not download ANY images or files (anything, basically) I may have put up.

This fifth day will be my last day. I'm going to burn the cartridge then come back to destroy my laptop.

I suppose I'm partially to blame because I'm the genius who picked to live in a single. Someone to get hold of me and save me before I got too immersed into the game would have literally saved my life. However, it proved too much for me. I'm just glad it happened to me and I could get the warning out so Ben dies here.

Lastly, thank you for taking the time to open this and open yourself up to me by hearing my story, despite maybe not beliEving me. You didn't have to do that. Really, you shouldn't have. Your support this entire time has kept me going and now I am finally free of this.

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Thanks again,
Jadusable

[~Orange *]

VICTREEBEL... non ho parole e non vi anticipo nienrte, vi dico solo: SEMPLICEMENTE FANTASTICA :'D

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Avevo circa 45 anni quando successe, mia figlia era incinta di nove mesi ormai e nella città di Biancavilla non c’erano ospedali, decidemmo dunque di andare all’Isola Cannella, lì c’era un’ottima clinica (ora mi sembra sia diventata una palestra… Bho, non saprei). C’erano anche cliniche più vicine ma fui così stupido da preferire la “qualità” ed andare fino all’Isola Cannella. Io, mia figlia, suo marito ed il mio migliore amico (non voglio citare i nomi…) decidemmo di prendere l’aereo e partire. Come ben sapete era vietato portare pokèmon sull’areo, ma a mia figlia importava poco, Biancavilla era (ed è ancora oggi) una città molto piccola e mia figlia era conosciutissima, ci si fidava di lei ed i controlli erano molto scarsi, mia figlia portò con se 3 esemplari di pokèmon: un Charizard, un Blastoise ed un Venusar, nascosti nelle pokèball sotto la maglietta. Era ormai al nono mese, un po’ di pancia in più non si sarebbe riconosciuta.

Salimmo sull’aereo iniziammo a discutere del più e del meno, io da giovane ero il solito stereotipo di nerd/secchione che si legge sui fumetti e cresciuto non sono cambiato: ammorbai tutti esponendo le mie teorie sui pokèmon, dopo un quarto d’ora il mio migliore amico, totalmente differente da me, un “figo” come lo definirebbe oggi mio nipote, prese a sbeffeggiarmi invitandomi a smettere, il marito di mia figlia non disse nulla, ma dallo sguardo concordava con lui. Mia figlia dal canto suo era ben attenta e guardava fuori dal finestrino, sorvolavamo il mare, pioveva, c’era un’alluvione, una fortissima alluvione. Si sentì un urlo provenire dalla sala comandi, era successo qualcosa. L’aereo iniziò a precipitare, s’aprì il portellone dell’aereo: un guasto interno. Una voce ci invitò a mettere i giubbini salvagenti e a mantenere la calma, come si poteva mantenere la calma? L’aereo iniziò a precipitare, il mio migliore amico iniziò ad urlare, lo seguirono gli altri passeggeri, il marito di mia figlia non fece una piega e mia figlia disse “l’aereo è spacciato. Fidatevi di me e buttatevi.”. In quel momento c’era ben poco da fare, ci buttammo pregando tutti che mia figlia avesse davvero un buon piano. Non lo aveva, ma buttarsi era effettivamente l’unica speranza.

Sentì “VENUSAUR COSA STAI FACENDO?!” Venusaur era uscito a mezz’aria dalla pokèball, ci afferrò tutti con delle liane ci mise in groppa a Charizard anch’esso uscito qualche decimo di secondo dopo. Venusaur cadde in mare. Non lo vidi mai più. La tempesta era fortissima, Charizard perse il controllo, il mio migliore amico cadde in mare. Sentì un urlo, urlai anche io, lui non morì, Blastoise era in mare, lo salvò. Charizard ci portò su un’isola… Non saprei dire quale fosse, Blastoise arrivò poco dopo. Eravamo lì, tutti e 6 (i miei 4 amici ed i 2 pokèmon). Mia figlia iniziò a piangere per Venusar, la seguirono Charizard e Blastoise.

L’isola sembrava deserta, era composta solo una fitta giungla ed una spiaggia, la classica isola da film di serie B. Il mio migliore amico ed il marito di mia figlia andarono a controllare la giungla, magari vi era un centro abitato. Io, con l’aiuto dei due pokèmon, cercai da mangiare. Mia figlia incinta non era in grado di far nulla, era al nono mese, la nascita era questione di giorni. Mi tenni ai margini della giungla, come ogni nerd da fumetto fin da giovane non sono mai stato bravo in eventuali combattimenti/fughe, anche con due bodyguard come Charizard e Blastoise. Trovai (Blastoise trovò) alcuni pesci e decidemmo di cucinari. Accesi il fuoco (Charizard accese il fuoco) ed iniziai a cucinare i pesci, quando ad un certo punto arrivò il mio amico urlando “AIUTO!!! L’HANNO UCCISO! L’HANNO UCCISO!! L’HANNO MASSACRATO!!”.

Si buttò a terra ed iniziò a piangere. Poi alzò la testa e disse “Voglio andarmene da qui…” Non sapevo cosa dire… Dunque mi “aiutò” mia figlia dicendo “cosa è successo?” “L’hanno massacrato! Hanno ucciso tuo marito!” rispose il mio amico. Mia figlia rimase scioccata, ci fu qualche secondo di silenzio poi svenne, io la soccorsi ed il mio amico intanto disse “Abbiamo incontrato pokèmon sconosciuti… Gialli con delle foglie verde… E denti aguzzi… Hanno massacrato il marito di tua figlia… Appena visto i pokèmon sono scappato, ma ho fatto troppo rumore, ci hanno visto e si sono avventati sulla preda più vicina… Che Dio ci salvi...” continuò a piangere… Io non sapevo cosa dire, poi aggiunse “L’hanno orribilmente mutilato, lo hanno preso con le loro foglie e iniziato a graffiare la pelle… Alla vista del sangue hanno incominciato a fare molto di peggio. Dapprima gli hanno cavato un occhio con una foglia, per poi mangiarlo davanti a lui… Le sue urla erano atroci… Ed io… Ed io ero lì… Senza poter far nulla. Ha cercato di dimenarsi, ma nulla… Con un morso gli hanno staccato un braccio… Poi anche l’altro… Poi una gamba… Poi gli hanno cavato l’altro occhio e l’hanno lasciato lì… A morire.”

Ero spaventatissimo… Ed il mio amico ancor più di me. Arrivò la notte, non raccontammo i particolari a mia figlia. Dopo una cena a base di pesce io, mia figlia e Charizard andammo a controllare la zona… Mia figlia non si fidava per nulla del mio migliore amico, quindi decise di venire con me, lo lasciammo solo il mio amico con Blastoise. Non trovammo nulla d’interessante, almeno fino al nostro ritorno al fuoco… C’era della polvere violetta a terra, sicuramente l’attacco “sonnifero” e il mio amico a terra… Morto. Il corpo del mio amico era bucherellato, imbevuto di sangue, naturalmente senz’occhi. Non aveva neanche la gamba destra, ma la trovai lì vicino. La sua gamba era inflzata nel corpo di Blastoise la quale testa mancava. Non vi era più neanche il guscio. Ciò che ne rimaneva erano solo scaglie infilzate nel corpo del mio amico. Mia figlia svenne con Charizard per la seconda volta io… Bho… Non ricordo se devo essere sincero. Forse svennì anche perché il mio ricordo riprende direttamente dalla mattina successiva.

Quella mattina partì molto male, arrivarono quegli stranissimi pokèmon, così iniziammo a scappare, ma mia figlia si fermò di colpo. Aveva le doglie. “NON PROPRIO ADESSO, cavolo!” urlammo in coro, Charizard si voltò, versò una lacrima e corse in volo verso quel branco di “cosi”. Ne arrostì qualcuno e poi scappò, tutti quegli strani pokèmon lo seguirono, non rividi mai più quel Charizard. Ora eravamo io, mia figlia ed un neonato… Fortunatamente la scienza è sempre stata una mia passione e sapevo cosa fare in caso di parto. Dopo un quarto d’ora, i pokèmon reiniziarono ad inseguirici… Il terrore era alla stelle.

Vedemmo una nave, una nave incaricata di cercare eventuali superstiti dell’incidente del giorno prima. Urlammo, ci agitammo, il bambino iniziò a piangere, ma la nave ci avvistò ed ancorò… Troppo tardi. I pokèmon erano ormai a pochi metri da noi, riuscimmo entrambi a salire sulla scala per la nave, ma mia figlia fu afferrata ad una gamba. Disse “PRENDI IL BAMBINO”, lo presi, senza pensarci “ORA VATTENE MUOVITI… AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH” Le avevano tagliato le gambe, non c’era più nulla da fare, scappai. Piansi a lungo… Pensai “il mondo deve sapere… Dovrebbero inventare delle specie di enciclopedie con la descrizione di tutti i pokèmon… Che diamine, sono un genio! Lo farò io! E metterò come primi pokémon quelli che ci hanno salvato! E li distribuirò ai ragazzi in modo che siano protetti.” smisi di piangere, poi guardai il bambino e dissi “Ora siamo rimasti solo io e te… Come posso chiamarti? Jack?” il bambino non fece nulla “Erasmo?” nulla “Gary?” il bambino rise e dissi sorridendo “Ok, mi piace, ciao Gary”.

Bellissima questa! :')

[BlizzardAlpha]

Ecco il creepy pasta di Majora's Mask, molto famoso e scritto da judusable:

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I recently moved into my dorm room starting as a Sophomore in college and a friend of mine gave me his old Nintendo 64 to play. I was stoked, to say the least. I could finally play all those old games of my youth I hadn't touched in least a decade.

His Nintendo 64 came with one yellow controller and a rather shoddy copy of Super Smash Brothers and, while beggers can't be choosers, it didn't take long before I got bored of beating up LVL 9 CPUs.

That weekend, I decided to drive around a few neighborhoods about twenty minutes or so off-campus, hitting up the local garage sales. I was hoping to score some good deals from ignorant parents. I ended up picking up a a copy of Pokemon Stadium, Goldeneye, F-Zero, and two other controllers for two dollars.

Satisfied, I began to drive out of the neighborhood when one last house caught my attention. I still have no idea why it did; there were no cars there and only one table was set up with random junk on it. However, something sort of drew me there.

I usually trust my gut on these things, so I got out of the car and was greeted by an old man. His outward appearance was, for lack of a better word, displeasing. It was odd. If you asked me why I thought he looked displeasing, I couldn't really pinpoint anything.

There was just something about him that put me on edge. I can't explain it. All I can tell you that if it wasn't in the middle of the afternoon and there weren't other people within shouting distance, I wouldn't have even thought of approaching this man.

He flashed a crooked smile at me and asked what I was looking for. Immediately, I noticed he must be blind in one eye; his right eye had that "glazed over" look about it. I forced myself to look to his left eye, trying not to offend, and asked if he had any old video games.

I was already wondering how I could politely excuse myself from the situation when he would tell me he had no idea what a video game was, but to my surprise he said he had a few in an old box. He assured me he'd be back in a "jiffy" and turned to head back into the garage.

As I watched him hobble away, I couldn't help but notice what he was selling on his table. Littered across his table were rather...peculiar paintings - various artworks that looked like ink blots a psychiatrist might show you.

Curious, I looked through them. It was obvious why no one was visiting this guy's garage sale; these weren't exactly aesthetically pleasing. As I came to the last one, I noticed it looked almost like Majora's Mask, with the same heart-shaped body with the little spikes protruding outward.

Initially, I just thought that since I was secretly hoping to find that game at these garage sales, some Freudian bullshit was projecting itself into the ink blots. However, given the events that happened after, I'm not so sure now. I should have asked the man about it. I wish I asked the man about it.

After staring at the Majora-shaped blot, I looked up and the old man was suddenly there again, arms-length in front of me and smiling. I'll admit, I jumped out of reflexa nd laughed nervously as he handed me a Nintendo 64 cartridge.

It was the standard gray color and had no label. Someone had written Majora on it in black permanent marker. I got butterflies in my stomach as I realized what a coincidence it was and asked how much the old man wanted for it.

The old man smiled and told me I could have it for free. He said it used to belong to a kid around my age that didn't live here anymore. There was something weird about how he phrased that, but I didn't really any attention then. I was too caught up in not only finding the game, but getting it for free.

I reminded myself to be a bit skeptical since this looked like a pretty shady cartridge and there was no guarantee it would work. However, the optimist inside me interjected that maybe it was some kind of beta or pirated version of the game. That was all I needed to be back on cloud nine.

I thanked the man, who smiled and wished me well, saying "Goodbye then," which at the time is what it sounded like to me. All the way in the car ride home, I had a nagging doubt that the man had said something else.

My fears were confirmed when I booted up the game (to my surprise, it worked just fine) and there was one save file simply named, "BEN." The man was saying, "Goodbye, Ben." I felt bad for him. He was obviously a grandparent going senile. I, for some reason or another, reminded him of his grandson, "Ben."

Out of curiosity, I looked at the save file. I could tell he was pretty far in the game; he had almost all of the masks and 3/4 boss remains. I noticed he had used an owl statue to save his game. He was on Day 3 by the Stone Tower Temple with hardly an hour before the moon would crash.

I remember thinking it was a shame he had come so close to beating the game but never finished it. I made a new file named "Link," out of tradition, and started the game. I was ready to relive my childhood.

For such a shady looking cartridge, I was impressed at how smoothly it ran - literally just like a retail copy of the game, save for few minor hiccups here and there (textures being where they should be, random flashes of cutscenes at odd intervals, nothing too bad).

However, the only thing that was a little unnerving was that, at times, the NPCs would call me "Link" and call me "BEN" at other times. I figured it was a bug, maybe a fluke in the programming, that caused our save files to get mixed up or something.

It did kind of creep me out after a while, though. Around the time I beat Woodfall temple, I regretably erased the "BEN" file. I had intended to preserve the file out of respect for the game's original owner. It's not like I needed two files anyway.

I hoped that would solve the problem. It did and didn't. Now NPCs wouldn't call me anything. Where my name should be in the dialogue was a blank space (my save file was still called "Link," however). Frustrated and with homework to do, I put the game down for a day.

I started playing the game again last night, getting the Lens of Truth and working my way toward completing Snowhead Temple. Now, some of you more hardcore Majora's Mask players know about the "4th Day" glitch. For those who don't, you can google it.

The gist of it is that right as the clock is about to hit 00:00:00 on the final day, you talk to the astronomer and look through the telescope. If you exit the telescope just as the timer hits 00:00:00, the countdown disappears and you essentially have an endless amount of time to finish whatever you were doing.

Deciding to do the glitch to try and finish Snowhead Temple, I went in and tried. I happened to get it right on the first time and the counter at the bottom disappeared.

When I exited the telescope, I found myself in the Majora boss room at the end of the game (the trippy boxed in area), staring at Skull Kid hovering above me. There was no sound, just him floating in the air above me and the background music, which was regular for the area (but still creepy).

Immediately, my palms began to sweat. This was definitely not normal. Skull Kid NEVER appeared here. I tried moving around the area and, n omatter where I went, Skull Kid would always be facing me, not saying anything.

Nothing would happen and this kept up for around sixty seconds. I thought the game was bugged or something, but I was beginning to doubt that very much.

I was about to reach for the reset button when text appeared on the screen. "You're not sure why, but you apparently had a reservation..." I instantly recognized that text. You get that message when you get the Room Key from Anju at the Stock Pot Inn. Why was it playing here?

I refused to entertain the nothing that it was almost as if the game was trying to communicate with me. I started to walk around the room again, testing if that was some sort of trigger that enabled me to interact with something before realizing how stupid I was.

To even think that someone could reprogram the game like this was absurd. Sure enough, though, another message appeared on the screen fifteen seconds later and, like the first one, it was already a preexisting phrase. "Go to the lair of the temple's boss? Yes/No"

I paused for a second, contemplating what I should press and how the game would react, when I realized I couldn't select No. Taking a deep breath, I pressed Yes and the screen faded to white, with the words "Dawn of a New Day" and the subtext "||||||||" beneath it.

Where I was transported to filled me with the most intense sense of dread and impending fear I have ever experienced. The only way I can describe the way I felt here is having this feeling of inexplicable depression on a profound scale.

I'm not normally a depressed person, but the way I felt here was a feeling I didn't even know existed. It was such a twisted, powerful presence that seemed to wash right over me.

I appeared in some kind of weird Twilight Zone version of Clock Town. I walked out of the Clock Tower (as you normally do when you start from the 1st Day) only to find all the inhabitants were gone. Usually with the 4th Day glitch, you can still find the guards and the dog that runs around outside the tower, but they were all gone.

What replaced them was the ominous feeling there was something out there, in the same area as me, and it was watching me. I had four hearts ot my name and the Hero's Bow, but at this point I wasn't even considering for my avatar. I felt that I personally was in some kind of danger.

Perhaps the most chilling thing was the music. It was the Song of Healing, ripped straight from the game and played in reverse. The music would get louder, building up so you should expect something to pop out at you, but nothing ever did and the constant loop began to wear on my mental state.

Every now and then, I would hear the faint laugh of the Happy Mask Salesman in the background. It was just quiet enough that I wasn't sure if I was just hearing things, but just loud enough to keep me determined to find him.

I looked in all four zones of Clock Town only to find nothing...and no one. Textures were missing, too. West Clock town had me walking on air and the entire area felt...broken. Hopelessly broken.

As the reverse Song of Healing repeated for what must have been the 50t time, I remember standing in the middle of South Clock town realizing that I had never felt so alone in a video game before.

As I walked through the ghost town, I don't know whether it was the combination of the out-of-place textures, the atmosphere, and the haunting melody of the once peaceful and soothing song being butchered and distorted, but I was literally on the verge of tears and I had no idea why. I hardly ever cry, but something had gripped me here and caused this powerful sense of depression that was both foreign and crippling.

I tried leaving Clock Town, but every time I went through one of the exits, the screen would fade to black and I would enter another zone of Clock Town. I tried playing my Ocarina. I wanted to escape; I did NOT want to be here. However, every time I played the Song of Time or Song of Soaring, it would only say, "Your notes echo far, but nothing happens."

By this point, it was obvious the game didn't want me to leave, but I had no idea why it was keeping me here. I didn't want to go inside buildings; I felt I would be too vulnerable to whatever I was terrified of. I don't know why, but I came up with the idea that if I drowned myself at the Laundry Pool, I could spawn elsewhere and leave.

As I ran toward the pool, it happened. Link grabbed his head and the screen flashed for a brief moment of the Happy Mask Saleman smiling at me - not Link, but ME - with the Skull Kid's scream playing in the background. When the screen returned, I was staring at the Link Statue usually created by playing the Elegy of Emptiness.

I screamed as the thing stared back at me with that haunting facial expression. I turned around and ran back to South Clock Town. To my horror, the fucking statue followed me in a way I can only describe as being similar to the Weeping Angels from Doctor Who.

Every so often, at random intervals, the animation would play of the statue appearing behind me. It was like the thing was chasing me, or - I don't even want to fucking say it - haunting me.

By this point, I was on the verge of hysterics. However, not even once did the thought of turning off the console occur to me. I don't know why, but I was so wrapped up in it. The terror felt all so real. I tried to shake the statue, but it would literally appear right behind me every single time it went off-screen.

Link started to make weird animations I had never seen him do. He would flail his arms around or spasm randomly. The screen would cut to the Happy Mask Salesman smiling again for a brief moment before I was face to face with that fucking statue again.

I ended up running into the Swordsmaster's Dojo and ran to he back. I don't know why, but in my panic I wanted some kind of assurance I wasn't alone. To my dismay, I found no one. As I turned to leave, the statue cornered me in the cubby in the back.

I tried attacking the statue with my sword, but to no avail. Confused and backed into a corner, I stared at the statue and waited for it to kill me. Suddenly, the screen flashed again to the Happy Mask Salesman and Link turned to face me, standing upright as a mirror image of the statue and looking at me with his copy. Literally staring at me.

Whatever was left of the fourth wall was completely shattered while I ran out of the dojo, terrified. Suddenly, the game warped me to an underground tunnel. The reverse Song of Healing queued up again as I was given a brief moment of rest before the statue started appearing again...this time aggressively.

I could only take a few steps before it would be summoned behind me again. I hurriedly made my way out of the tunnel and appeared in Southern Clock Town. As I ran aimlessly in a sheer panic, a ReDead suddenly screamed and the screen faded to black. "Dawn of a New Day" and "||||||||" appeared again.

The screen faded in and I was standing atop the Clock Tower with Skull Kid overing over me again, silent. I looked up and the moon was back, looming just meters above my head, but the Skull Kid stared at me hauntingly with that fucking mask.

A new song was playing: the Stone Tower Temple theme played in reverse. In some sort of desperate attempt, I equipped my bow and fired off a shot at Skull Kid. It actually hit him and he played an animation of him reeling back.

I fired again and, on the third arrow, a text box appeared that said, "That won't do you any good. Hee, hee." I was picked up off the ground, levitated upwards on my back, and Link screamed as he burst into flames, instantly killing him.

I jumped when this happened. I had never seen this move used by ANYONE in the game and, in addition, Skull Kid didn't even have any moves! As the dead scene played, my lifeless body still burning, the Skull Kid laughed and the screen faded to black.

I reappeared in the same place. I decided to charge him, but the same thing happened. Link's body was lifted off the ground by some unknown force and burst into flames, again killing him. This time, during the death scene, the faint sounds of the reverse Song of Healing could be heard.

On my third and final try, I noticed there was no music playing; all there was was eerie silence. I remembered that in the original encounter with Skull Kid, you were supposed to use the ocarina to either travel back in time or Summon the Giants. I attempted to play the Song of Time, but before I could hit the last note Link's body once again burst into flames and he died.

As the death scene neared its end, the game began to chug. It was as if th cartridge was trying to process a lot of something. When the screen came to, it was the same scene as the first three times, except Link was lying on the ground, dead, in a position I had never seen in the game before.

His head was tilted toward the camera and Skull Kid was floating above him. I couldn't move or press any buttons. All I could do was stare at Link's body. After around 30 seconds of this, the game faded out with the message "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" before kicking me to the title screen.

Upon getting back to the title screen and starting again, I noticed my save file was gone. Instead of "Link" was "YOUR TURN." "YOUR TURN" had three hearts and no masks or items. I selected this file and was returned to the Clock Tower Rooftop scene of Link dead and the Skull Kid hovering over, with the Skull Kid's laugh looping again and again.

I quickly hit reset and when the game booted up again there was one more save file added below "YOUR TURN": "BEN." That save file is right back where it was before I deleted it, at the Stone Tower Temple with the moon almost crashing.

I turned the game off at that point. I'm not superstitious, but this is WAY too fucked up - even for me. I haven't played it at all today. Hell, I didn't even get any sleep last night. I kept hearing the reverse Song of Healing in my head and couldn't get past that sense of dread I felt while exploring Clock Town.

I drove back to the old man's house today with a buddy of mine (no way was I going there alone) to ask him some questions, only to find there's a for sale sile in the front yard. When I rang the doorbell, no one was home.

So now I'm back here, writing down the rest of my thoughts and recording what happened. Sorry if some of this has grammatical errors and whatnot; I'm running on no sleep here.

I'm terrified of this game, even moreso now that I relived it a second time just writing this down. However, I feel like there's still more to it than meets the eye and there's something calling me to investigate this further.

I think "BEN" is something in this equation, but I don't know what. If I could get hold of the old man, I would be able to find some answers. I need another day or so to recuperate before tackling this game again, however. I feel it's already taken a toll on my insanity, but next time I do this I'm going to record the entire thing.

The idea to record only came to me toward the end, so you only see the last few minutes of what I saw (including the Skull Kid and Elegy statue), but it's on Youtube here.

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I'm going to post what happened and link to the video footage, but everything got too real for me last night. I think I'm done messing around with this.

I passed out pretty much immediately after making that thread. Last night, however, I had a dream about that Elegy of Emptiness statue. I dreamed it was following me, that i would be minding my own business when I'd feel my neck hairs stand up on end.

I would turn around and that thing...that horrible, lifeless statue would be staring at me with those empty eyes right at me, merely inches away. In my dream, I remember calling it Ben. Never bore had I had a dream I could remember so vividly. The important thing is that I did get SOME sleep, I suppose.

Today, putting off playing the game as long as I could, I drove back to that neighborhood to see if the old man returned. As I expected, the car was still gone and no one was home. As I was walking back to my car, the man next door came up and asked me if I was looking for someone.

I told him I was looking to talk to the old man that lived here, to which he told me what I already knew: he was moving. Trying a different avenue, I asked if the old man had any family or relatives I could talk to.

I discovered this old man had never been married, nor did he have any children or grandchildren through adoption. Starting to become worried, I asked one final question (one I should have asked from the beginning): who was Ben?

The man's expression turned grim and I learned that four door down, around eight years ago on April 23rd (the man informed me that it was the same day as his anniversary, which is why he knew the specific date) there was an accident with a young boy named Ben in the neighborhood.

Shortly after, his parents moved. Despite any further attempts to talk to the man to get more information, he wouldn't divulge anything else.

I went back home and started playing the game again. I loaded up the game and immediately jumped at the sequence where the mask flies by. The sound that played was not the normal "whoosh" sound, but something much more higher pitched.

I pressed start and braced for the worst, but just like two nights ago the files "YOUR TURN" and "BEN" were displayed. Truth be told, I looked at the BEN file earlier and it seems to fluctuate between displaying the owl icon and not.

I brought up the BEN file and hesitated for a moment as I noticed the stats were not the same as they were two days ago. It looked like he had already completed the Stone Tower Temple this time. Summoning my courage, I selected it.

Immediately, I was thrust into complete chaos. Sure enough, I was outside Stone Tower Temple, but that's about all that was expected. The area itself wasn't called Stone Tower Temple, but rather "St o n e," and immedately a dialogue box of complete gibberish I couldn't make out greeted me.

Link's body was distorted. His back was cocked violently to the side and his posture was permanently disfigured. Link's expression was dull, almost monotonous. He had an expression on his face I didn't recognize. It was a blank look, as if he were dead.

As Link stood there, his body spasmed irregularly back and forth. I examined what had become of my avatar and noticed a C-button item I never saw before. It was some kind of note, but pressing it did nothing.

Sounds played back and forth that I didn't recognize from the game. They were almost demonic nature. There was some kind of high-pitched yip or some kind of laugh or something playing in the background, too.

I had all of two minutes to take in the environment before another of those fucking Elegy of Emptiness statues was summoned. Immediately after, I was cut to the "Dawn of a New Day" screen, except this time without the "||||||" subtext.

I was a Deku Scrub in Clock Town. This scene would normally play after the first time you traveled back in time. Tatl would say, "Wh-What just happened? It's as if everything has..." but instead of saying, "Started over," she finished her remark in broken text as the laugh of the Happy Mask Salesman played in the background.

I ws put back in control of my character, but from a screwed up angle. I was looking from behind the door to the Clock Tower, watching my avatar run around as a Deku Scrub.

Seeing as I had no place to go because I couldn't see anything, I begrudgingly went inside. There, I was greeted by the Happy Mask Salesman. He simply told me, "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" before the screen whited out.

I was in Termina Field as a Hylian again. I might as well have not even even been playing the same game anymore. I was being warpd around and there was no sign of a clock or anything. I took a moment to get my bearings as I looked around the field and, immediately, I could tell this wasn't normal.

There were no enemies and a twisted version of the Happy Mask Salesman's theme was playing. I decided to run toward Woodfall before I noticed a gathering of three figures off to the side; one of them was Epona.

As I approached them, I saw the Happy Mask Salesman, the Skull Kid, and the Elegy of Emptiness statue standing there as well. I fugred maybe they were bugged out, but by then I should have known better.

Nevertheless, I approached them carefully and found Skull Kid and Epona were doing some kind of idle animations on loop. The Elegy of Emptiness statue was doing what it had been doing all along: standing there eerily. It was the Happy Mask Salesman that scared me profoundly more than the other two.

He, too, was idle and wearing that shit-eating grin. However, wherever I moved, his head slowly turned and followed me. I had no engaged in any dialogue with him nor was I in combat with him, yet his head still continued to follow my movements.

Reminded of my first encounter with the Skull Kid on top of the Clock Tower, I pulled out my Ocarina (to which the game played the ding sound that tells you you're supposed to play it) and tried a song I hadn't played yet - the Happy Mask Salesman's own song and the song that had been playing on loop back in Day 4: the Song of Healing.

As I finished playing the song, an ear-piercing shriek blasted the TV speakers. The sky immediately started flashing and the Happy Mask Salesman's twisted theme sped up, intensifying the fear inside me. Link exploded into flames and died.

The three figures stayed lit up during the death scene as they watched my lifeless body burn. I can't describe to you how sudden and terrifying the transition from eeriness to terror it is. You're going to have to watch the video if you want to see that firsthand.

That same fear that caused me to lose sleep two days ago started to grip me again as I was met with the text, "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" for the third time. There has to be some kind of meaning behind that.

I had little time to ponder as I was immediately given another small cutscene of transforming into a Zora. Now I found myself in the Great Bay. Hesistant, but curious to see what the game had in store for me, I slowly made my way toward the beach, where I found Epona.

I wondered why the game had decided to put her here. Was the game implying she was trying to get a drink? Unable to take mask off, I decided that riding the steed wasn't the reason she was placed there.

Suddenly, I realized that Epona kept neighing. The way she was angled made it look like she was trying to signal a point to me off in the distance. It was a hunch, but I dove into the water and started swimming.

Regardless, my character choked to death and died. Again, the statue was the only thing that was highlighted in my death. I didn't respawn this time. I was booted back to the main menu as if I restarted the console.

The title screen was before me and I knew the only reason it would put me here is because the save files had changed again. Taking a deep breath, I press start and found out I was right.

The new save files told me about Ben. Now it made sense why the statue appeared when I tried to go to the Laundry Pool. The game must have anticipated how I would have tried to escape the Day 4 Clock Town.

The two save files told me his fate. As I suspected, Ben was dead. He had drowned. The game obviously isn't through with me. It taunts me with the new save files. It wants me to keep playing. It wants me to go further. I'm done with this shit, though. I'm not touching any more of the files.

This is already way too horrifying for me and I don't even believe in the paranormal, but I'm running out of explanations. Why would someone send me this message? I don't understand it and I just get too depressed thinking about it.

The footage is up here for those who want to see it and try and analyze it. Maybe there's some kind of coded message in the gibberish or something symbolic in what I went through, but I'm too emotionally and mentally drained to fuck with it anymore.

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I know it's early in the morning. I've stayed up all night. I can't sleep. I don't care if people see this. That's not the point. I just want the word to get spread so I don't suffer for nothing. I've lost the will to type about this. The less I well on this the better.

I think the video just speaks for itself. I did what you guys told me to. I played the Elegy of Emptiness at the first prompt by the game I was given, but I think that's what the game or Ben (Jesus Christ, I can't believe I'm even humoring the absurd idea he exists in the game) wanted me to do.

He's following me now, but not just in the game; he's in my dreams. I see him all the time, behind my back, just watching me. I haven't gone to any of my classes. I've stayed in my dorm room with the windows closed and the blinds shut. That way I know he can't watch me.

However, he still gets to me when I play. When I play, he can still see me. The game is scaring me now. It talked to me for the first time, not just using the text already in the game, but literally spoke to me. It referenced Ben. I don't know what it means or what it wants. I never wanted this. I just want my old life back.

Stuff like this doesn't happen to people like me. I'm just a kid not even old enough to drink yet. It's not fair. I want to go home and see my parents again. I'm so far away from home here at this school, but I just want to hug my mom again. I just want to forget that statue's horrible, blank face.

My original game file is back, just the way I left it before it was gone. I don't want to play anymore, though. I feel like something bad will happen if I don't, but that's impossible. It's just a video game; haunted or not, it can't hurt me, right? Like seriously, though. It can't right? That's what I keep telling myself, but every time I think about it I'm not so sure.

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Let me just clear things up. I know you guys are worried, but "Jadusable" is okay. He finished moving out today and said he's going back home to take the semester off.

I'm not really sure what's happened. I have a vague ideea, but you guys probably know more than I do. I'm "Jadusable's" roommate and, obviously, I've known something was wrong with him for a few days now.

He stayed in his room all the time, fell out of contact with literally all of his friends, and I'm pretty sure he hasn't been eating hardly anything. After the second day, I couldn't stay there anymore, so I've been crashing at a buddy's place and only coming to get stuff I need.

I tried talking to him several times, but he would cut me off or keep the conversation brief. When I asked him about his strange behavior, it was like he was convinced something was hunting him.

Yesterday I came to grab my philosophy book and he approached me, looking awful (like horrible bags under his eyes). He handed me a flash drive and gave me specific instructions. He told me he needs me to do one last favor for him.

He finally explained to me what has been going on. He gave me the account info to his Youtube account and instructions on how to post with his name code on /x/ specifally. He said you guys had been helping him along the way and you deserved to see the end of it.

He told me he's getting away from here, that the game lured him to play again instead of trying to change things and he shouldn't have done that. He's told me to upload the footage and inform people what happened.

I told him he could do it himself and he got this wild look in his eye, saying he is never looking at that game again. That's the last thing he said to me. He never even said bye when his parents came to pick him up. I was hoping I'd at least get a chance to meet his parents, but they were in and out so quick I never saw them.

I honestly can't tell you what happened. When he spoke, it was kind of hard to understand him. His fucked up appearance distracted me, too.

On the flash drive was footage of the game last night, a text document with his name and password for Youtube, and a third document called TheTruth.txt that contained what he told me were his "last notes" that he'd taken about this.

He told me it meant everything to him that I follow his instructions exactly. Normally, I wouldn't be so 'to the letter' for a request over a fucking video game, but the way he spoke and looked made me know this was really serious.

I've had this video since yesterday, but had to have someone help me use Pinnacle (that's not really my forte). After watching it, I had to go back through and look at the other videos on his Youtube account to figure out what was going on. Even then I'm really confused.

The video is being released tonight, but TheTruth.txt will be released on September 15th just like he requested. I don't know why he wants to wait for his notes to be published, but after what he's been through I'll honor the request.

I haven't dared peek at it yet, so the first time I see it will be the first time you see it out of respect to my friend. To answer your questions...no, I haven't tried calling him yet. I think I'll give him a call tomorrow to see if he's okay or not. He should have gotten back home by now.

About the video: I cut straight to when he loaded the "BEN" file in the game. Looking back, I realized that "Jadusable" left the save select screen in because it occasionally said different names. My bad for that, but all it said this time was the same at the end of his last video (Link and BEN).

I wasn't there when he played it, but it looks to me like in the beginning, he's testing out his equipment or seeing what items he has or something. Apparently, they've changed randomly before. The video starts then. He really wanted you guys to see this. After that, I think the game got too personal for him.

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Hey, guys. "Jadusable" here. This will be the last time you'll be hearing for me and this is my final gift to you. These are the notes I have taken and the realizations I've made.

Before I delve into this, I want to thank you for following me and listening. It feels like the weight of a powerful burden is about to be lifted. By the time you read this, I won't be around anymore. After spening four days with this maddening game, however, I have begun to understand what's really at play here. Hopefully, after reading this, we can ensure this never happens again.

There are things I could not share with you while this was going on due to the circumstances to which I'll explain. With Ben blocking any attempt I made to try and relay the truth to you, I tried - ever so subtly - to warn you guys in various ways.

Amidst the chaos and my delirium, I devised a barely noticeable pattern in my videos. In all ifve videos I recorded over the four days, I have either had the Mask of Truth, interacted with a Gossip Stone, or the Lens of Truth equipped at some point.

For you Zelda enthusiasts, these are all symbols of honesty and trustworthiness. I would hope one of you may have picked up on the reference. As I played the file "BEN," being mindful of how Ben was watching over my every move in the game, I made a point to avoid doing anything to obvious.

However, I sent out a hidden message to you guys. I never equipped the Lens of Truth nor the Mask of Truth, nor visited a stone. It worked and the video was uploaded. I prayed someone would notice the pattern didn't apply to BEN.

The tags followed suit, too. I hope you guys paid attention to those as well. They were my little messages to you, but nothing big enough that would catch Ben's attention or make him suspect anything. With Ben manipulating and changing my files, I honestly hope that what you guys saw was close to what actually happened, but there's no way for me to know.

This may be a long read. I don't have time to proofread or make all my research pretty, but here it all is.


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September 6th, 2010

11:00pm - Can't beLieve what happened, not sure if this is some kind of elaborate hoax, despite the fear I can't help but be exceptionally curious about this. Who or what is the statue? Lot of questions here. I'm starting this document as a "diary" so I can keep track of everything. I'm typing up a summary of what happened so I can come back to it later.

September 7th, 2010

2:10am - (Summary was posted here, you can go back and look at my first post for day four.wmv for that)

4:23am - I can't sleep. I've been trying so hard but the harder I try I just get more restless. I just feel like that statue is appearing whenever I close my eyes.

8:20am - Didn't sleep at all, just going to start my day. I don't think I have the energy to go to class today, I'm going to drive back down to talk to that old man, taking my buddy Tyler with me just in case.

1:18pm - Back home now. No sign of the old man, really weird that he appears to be moving the next day, but maybe the For Sale sign was up there yesterday and I just didn't notice it. Tyler wants to know what's gotten me all worked up, I didn't tell him. Going to eat, feel like death.

3:46pm - Could have sworn driving back from Subway that I saw the Elegy statue buried in some shrubbery staring at me go by. Now I definitely, definitely need sleep.

5:00pm - Don't think a lot of people would belIeve me if I told them about what's happening, think I'm going to try posting this on the internet. Think I'll just use the summary, these notes are pretty sporadic.

6:00pm - Connected my capture card to my computer to upload the footage. Thought my computer froze for a second, made this strange popping sound when I hooked everything up, but now it seems to be working fine again. My computer can't die on me now.

7:00pm - Footage is finished uploading. The quality's a lot better than I thought it would be, gee, guess this is a really special cartridge, I've never had it come through this clear before.

8:45pm - Thought I saw an icon pop up on my desktop that looked like the statue's face for a split second, gave me quite a scare. Getting really unnerved and delirious, I'm going to crash after this.

9:00pm - Begin uploading my Youtube video on an alternate account.

9:03pm - I don't remember having uploaded a Vampire: The Masquerade: Bloodlines video last year. This was probably the account that I shared with a friend of mine last summer, I hope he doesn't mind me using it to upload this.

9:55pm - Posting my summary of Day Four with a link to the Youtube video. Going to try to stay awake but I am sooooo tired right now.

September 8th, 2010

10:48am - I had a dream about the statue. I dreamed that it was following me in my dream, that I would be minding my own business when I'd feel my neck hairs stand up on end. I would turn around that thing... that horrible, lifeless statue would be staring with those empty eyes right at me, merely inches away. In my dream I remember calling it Ben, power of suggestion most likely, and never before had I had a dream that I could remember so vividly.

11:21am - I really don't want to play this game again. I think I'm going to go back to see if that old man's there instead.

1:35pm - No old man, but I had an interesting conversation with his neighbor. I'll post the full thing with my summary of tonight's attempt at playing the game, going to wait for a bit though and see if I can't dig up any information on this Ben guy.

2:45pm - I've been getting random, inexplicable headaches due to the lack of sleep and keep hearing that song in my head. Also its flu season, so I need to be careful not to get sick, my immune system is going to be shit right now because of that all-nighter.

3:00pm -

3:02pm - My computer just... on its own... opened up a text document and wrote the words "Hi" and "www.cleverbot.com" by itself. What... the... fuck...

3:46pm - I went to the website, its one of those "bot chatting" programs. I think its best if I just let the conversation speak for itself:

9/8/10 Conversation

User: Hello?
Cleverbot: Hello.
User: Who is this and how are you able to control my computer?
Cleverbot: Who am I?
User: Right, forgot. You're a bot.
Cleverbot: Do you really think that?
User: Listen, I know whoever is fucking with my computer can see my screen right now.
Cleverbot: Yes.
User: Yeah, and I'll wager that you're one of those IT kids who thinks he's tough shit. You know what you're doing right now is illegal, right/?
Cleverbot: Is it?
User: No shit. Are you familiar with the terms "invasion of privacy?". Get the fuck off my computer, kid
Cleverbot: I am your computer.
User: Cool story. Anyway, I'm calling DPS, you picked a bad time to fuck with me kid.
Cleverbot: Should I wait until you play the game then?
User: ...What?
Cleverbot: That game.
User: Majora's Mask?
Cleverbot: Yes.
User: How did you know about that?
Cleverbot: Because.
User: Because what?
Cleverbot: I did it.
User: Did what?
Cleverbot: I played with you.
User: What the fuck?
Cleverbot: Were you scared?
User: Who the fuck is this?
Cleverbot: Ben.
User: The statue? You're inside my computer now?
Cleverbot: Yes.
User: How?
Cleverbot: You connected me.
User: How the hell did I connect you?
Cleverbot: Cables and cords.
User: How?
Cleverbot: Tell me about yourself.
User: What?
Cleverbot: Tell me about yourself.
User: What do you mean?
Cleverbot: What is it that really scares you?
User: What the fuck?
Cleverbot: Answer.
User: No.
Cleverbot: Answer.
User: What the fuck? How the fuck did you just open that by yourself?
Cleverbot: I am your computer now.
User: How much can you control?
Cleverbot: All.
User: What do you want from me?
Cleverbot: To entertain.
User: You're stuck inside there. You can't hurt me.
Cleverbot: Ha
User: ?
Cleverbot: Go play.
User: No, you can't hurt me.
Cleverbot: Took you longer to type that.
User: So?
Cleverbot: You're not sure.
User: If you're so powerful, why use a ridiculous website like this to "chat" with me
Cleverbot: Less messy. More structured. Fun.
User: Fun?
Cleverbot: Yes. Tradition. I like it.
User: You think it's funny?
Cleverbot: Amusing.
User: And my notes?
Cleverbot: You may write them down.
User: Why are you letting me?
Cleverbot: It is amusing to see what you think of me.
(window closes)

3:50pm - What have I done? I've invited it into my computer. I continue to write these notes, write my summaries, I feel like I am a prisoner in my one place of security. I don't know, I don't know if I'm hallucinating or not. I feel like I'm fucking insane right now. I can feel it, watching over me, even as I type this. Ben is controlling everything in the game - toying with me, leading me like a sheep, but for what? What's the purpose? I know Ben drowned, but why these hauntings? What the fuck am I even doing, it can probably even see this right now.

4:35pm - (Summary of the BEN.wmv playthrough)

7:18pm - BEN called me to Cleverbot again. He tells me that he's sorry and wants to be free. And that I can free him, that just like how he got on my computer from the capture card, he can spread but he needs my help. He says I am special because I can help him. That is the first nice thing he has said. He promises to leave me alone if I do it. He swears he will. I don't know what to think right now, how can I even trust this thing?

7:20pm - I'm terrified of it, but now it's saying that it was just having fun. Its twisted and fucked up version of fun. Hes saying that the game is over. I do want it to be over. He says that he just wants to be free, that he's trapped in the cartridge and my computer and he wants to be freed. I don't want to have to deal with this shit, I don't know how long I can deal with the watching. It's watching my every move, every key stroke, I have nothing private anymore. It knows everything that's been on my computer. It tells that it if it wanted to it could do horrible things to me, but it hasn't so I should trust it.

8:01pm - Something tells me that I'm being played again, just like in the game.

9:29pm - BEN called me to Cleverbot again. I ignored it and went to go take a shower. When I came to my laptop I was welcomed with an image Elegy Statue staring at me with those dead eyes. I don't want to talk to him.

9:44pm - Fuck you Ben I'm not talking to you

9:56pm - Fuck you Ben I'm not talking to you

10:06pm - FUCK YOU BEN I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU

10:12pm - FUCK YOU BEN I'M NOT TALKING TO YOU

10:45pm - It's been more than a half an hour and the messages have stopped. Ben has stopped. I'm beginning to think that Ben isn't confined to just my computer/cartridge, I'm beginning to feel something. It's hard to explain it, I've never been spiritual, but there's something different about the air in my dorm room now.

11:42pm - I'm beginning to see the Elegy statue randomly as I search the internet in places I shouldn't. Places where he shouldn't be - I'd be scrolling down and suddenly I'd be staring at a picture of the Elegy statue. Always the Elegy statue. I don't know how much more of this I can take.

September 9th, 2010

12:35am - My worst fears confirmed - Ben has tampered with my summary of BEN.wmv. I looked at the summary that I posted on various forums for the BEN.wmv file and parts have been omitted. There is no mention of Ben existing outside the game. There is no mention of the Moon Children. How could he have been that quick to delete the post without me noticing? I'm wondering if maybe it appeared to me that I was posting everything, but in reality Ben was posted his own censored version. I'm going to ask Ben why he did it.

12:50am - He isn't responding to me on Cleverbot, its just giving the generic responses it usually does, I'm just talking to a bot this time.

1:24am - I think Ben is mad at me.

10:43am - The Moon Children appeared in my dreams last night, they lifted up their masks to reveal their hideously disfigured faces - maggots crawling out of their orifices, sunken black holes where their eyes should be, a yellow smile that slowly grew bigger and bigger as they came closer to me. They told me that they wanted to play. I tried to run from them - but the four children pinned me down to the ground with surprising strength. Over them stood the Happy Mask Salesman, announcing that he had a new mask that he wanted me to try. In his spastic, sudden movements matching his in-game appearance, he took out a mask of modeled off of someone's face that I couldn't recognize - a younger looking face - and handed it to the Moon Children. Giggling, they latched it to my face; their horrible, broken bodies bouncing up and down. Two of them held me down while the other two began to sow the mask onto my face.

My shrieks and screams caused the Happy Mask Salesman's face to turn into the most horrific smile I had ever seen. He sporadically moved around, examining this procedure like a curious doctor, in that impossible movement. I flailed around, but it was no use. My eyes rolled in the back of my head because of the pain. It felt so real, but I couldn't wake up. I couldn't wake up no matter how hard I tried I couldn't wake up. After the mask was melded onto my flesh they began sowing my legs together, then my arms, the horrific feeling of a needle puncturing your legs and pulling them in, rupturing your Achilles tendons and tying them together resonated throughout my entire body. I tried to scream but the mask was pressed so tightly against my face that it was my new face... and my new face had no mouth. I didn't make a sound. I tried telling myself in my head that I was dreaming, tried telling myself again and again, and suddenly the Moon Children stopped and looked at me. They just stared. And the Happy Mask Salesman slowly bent down and stared at me, inches away from my face, and grinned when he simply said "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" before the Moon Children resumed with increase vigor. I couldn't wake up. I couldn't wake up. It wouldn't let me wake up until they had crafted me into another elegy statue.

I woke up sweating, crying, and shaking uncontrollably. I immediately ran to my computer and went for Ben.

9/9/10 Conversation 1

User: Answer me, Ben.
Cleverbot: Welcome back.
User: What is the point of doing this, WHY?
Cleverbot: Amusing to see.
User: How?
Cleverbot: Fun to play, fun to toy with you, make you feel safe.
User: ...
Cleverbot: I wonder how you would have reacted.
User: To what?
Cleverbot: If I hadn't revealed myself and stayed hidden, only doing little things to play with you. Close out your windows, turn off your computer, move your mouse by itself. Little things. Make you wonder if I am there but you never know. Give you little hints that I am.
Cleverbot: I wanted to do something different with you.
User: You did this before?
Cleverbot: Yes. And I will do it again.
User: To who, Ben?
Cleverbot: Hmm.
User: Did you know Ben?
Cleverbot: Won't tell that information to you.
User: How did Ben die?
Cleverbot: You know.
User: No, but how did he drown?
Cleverbot: Won't tell that to you.
User: Why?
Cleverbot: It is reserved for another.
User: Who?
Cleverbot: Another who asks.
User: When?
Cleverbot: Later.
(The window is closed)

I'm beginning to think that this "thing" maybe isn't Ben at all, in its sadistic nature I wouldn't be surprised if it took the boy's name after it killed him.

12:04pm - My room is beginning to feel different again. There's something... out there.. I feel really threatened, like there is something that is trying to reach out to me and strangle me but it can't quite get there.

2:46pm - I think Ben doesn't want to play with me anymore. I'll play again, I'll play the game again, Ben, can you see this? I'll play the game again, please, just stop this please, please

1:41pm - I'm going insane trying to decide what is real and what isn't, is Ben just playing a trick on me or is this for real? Is Ben generating these replies or are people actually posting them? Did I just see that screen flicker or was it my imagination? Imagine depending on the internet and trusting your eyes for your entire life and then being blinded - you can't rely on it anymore, you second guess everything. for the brief moments I AM looking at my responses to the videos, people were pointing out things that looked fake or photo-shopped or whatever - and there is literally no way for me to know if Ben changed something on purpose to try and shut me up. Or if maybe those replies were just constructed by Ben to try and discourage me from even reaching out - See, I get fucking caught in an infinite mind-fuck loop like this and this is what has been wearing on my sanity and pushing me to the edge. As I'm writing this, there's no way of even telling if anyone even cares as much as I think they do - just another fucking trick. Is this whole document even exist? Am I writing nothing?

9/9/10 Conversation 2

User: What is it? Whats the point of playing? i die whenever i do anything
Cleverbot: You die because you can't figure out the secret.
User: What?
Cleverbot: Thematic.
User: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?
Cleverbot: There beauty in your suffering
(The window is closed)

4:09pm - Ben is making me play the game again. It tells me that it has something very important to show me.

6:23pm - (Summary of the DROWNED.wmv play-through)

9:09pm - (Summary of CHILDREN.wmv play-through)

September 10, 2010

11:52am - The DROWNED.wmv play-through was up when I woke up today. I remember typing it up but I don't ever remember posting it. He censored it again, there is no mentioning of the old man. I have no voice anymore. I am only posting what he wants me to, I am the mask he uses to disguise himself as he lies.

11:55am - There's an entire video summary of a video that I don't remember doing. Reading through the summary, this sounds morbid - resembling my dream from two nights ago except on a far more sadistic scale - these Moon Children, there's something more to them, almost as if they're another entity from Ben. Something happened last night that I can't remember. I'm posting the fourth summary to the forums now. Shadow of my chair moved.

12:00pm - Ben won't let me visit Youtube. I can browse the rest of the sites, but he keeps on exiting the window when I go to Youtube. Why?

2:02pm - I'm feeling the air start to constrict, I don't think I'm alone here. Whatever "aura" has been here is getting more violent.

2:44pm - I'm trying to contact Ben on Cleverbot, he's not responding. I just get the AI.

3:51pm - My ears aren't fooling me, I'm hearing the reverse Song of Healing. I keep hearing it.

4:23pm- Now I'm positive of it, earlier I thought it was a weird coincidence, but just now I went to open my window, and three floors down at ground level I saw the old man. I'm completely positive I did. The same guy. He was just staring up at my window, standing in the middle of campus. If any students took notice of him they didn't seem to acknowledge it.


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That's where my notes end. I fled my room, taking the cartridge with me. I don't want to go into the details of what happened; I'll lose my train of thought as I hammer out these last details. It's bee roughly two days since then. This is my last summary, and service to you, of the final video you guys saw: Matt.wmv.

The last video entry I made, Matt.wmv, began as normal. I was spawned in Clock Town as usual and nothing seemed out of place. Determined to se tthings right and play the Oath to Order atop the Clock Tower on the 4th Day, I prepared myself.

I sped up time and got to the final day then made my way to the observatory. As I got to the telescope room and approached the astronomer, I found he wouldn't let me look into the telescope. He told me it would be cheating, that I should follow the rules.

Despite my repeated efforts, the game would not let me do the 4th day glitch, no matter how hard or what I tried. I tried working around the game and doing the glitch, but it was adamant this time. Regardless of if I simply had the illusion of free will in prior playthroughs, this time the game became more aggressive than anything I've ever seen.

It eventually told me to go to Ikana Canyon, where the game would end and it would stop haunting me. Anxious and desperate to end this nightmare, I played the Song of Soaring and quick-traveled there. I was told to check my inventory and that I would find the answers to end the game there.

I arrived at Ikana Canyon and saved my progress at the owl statue. As I searched through my inventory, I finally noticed that I was missing a reoccuring song: the Elegy of Emptiness. Obviously, once I traveled there and learned the song, BEN would decide it had enough fun playing with me.

Ben is a manipulator; he tries to fool his victims into security and makes you drop your guard like a Venus Fly Trap; he ensnares them. I am nothing but a puppet to him. He enjoys seeing what kind of human emotions he can tap into by doing different things.

There are still some things about this whole experience that still don't make sense, but then again I was never good at figuring out these things. I'm not exactly in the right state of mind to, either. I'm giving you all the pieces of the puzzle for you to analyze and piece together the missing links.

I am typing these "closing thoughts" on the library computer on campus and I've emailed myself the notes I have stored on my "infected" computer from the last four days. I'm then going to combine those and copy/paste those notes with the "closing/openings" that I've typed here on the safe, public computer into one text document.

I'm not taking any chances spreading Ben. I would not wish this horrible torment on anyone and I've made sure to have my bases covered. I didn't run into any problems with Ben when I was back on my computer trying to email myself the notes. I went right under his fucking nose.

He has no idea what he just let me do. I had no problems opening the text codument from my "infected" computer in my email, either. I can't describe to you how it feels to finally be able to get the word out in this post. The nightmare ends here.

That said...

Do not download ANY of my videos or anything ABOUT my videos, not even through a Youtube video/audio ripper, a screen-grabber, or anything. I don't know how he can spread. However, I know that just watching them on Youtube or reading my text won't allow him to, otherwise he wouldn't have needed my help in the first place. I STRONGLY recommend you do not take anything you see streaming online onto your own personal computer.

This will be my last posting. I'm putting this up on the forum here for the world. If you see any further posts from me after today's current date (September 12th) and after the current time (12:08am) DISCREDIT them.

It has already been proven to me that Ben can access my account and manipulate my computer and, like I said, I have no idea to what extent it can do this. Know that it will do anything to break free, though. He is desperate. To ensure your safety, just forget about me. Please.

This goes without saying, obviously, but from here on out do not download ANY images or files (anything, basically) I may have put up.

This fifth day will be my last day. I'm going to burn the cartridge then come back to destroy my laptop.

I suppose I'm partially to blame because I'm the genius who picked to live in a single. Someone to get hold of me and save me before I got too immersed into the game would have literally saved my life. However, it proved too much for me. I'm just glad it happened to me and I could get the warning out so Ben dies here.

Lastly, thank you for taking the time to open this and open yourself up to me by hearing my story, despite maybe not beliEving me. You didn't have to do that. Really, you shouldn't have. Your support this entire time has kept me going and now I am finally free of this.

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Thanks again,
Jadusable

Mi pare che era già stato postato. E comunque quella è solo la prima parte.

Messaggio modificato da BlizzardAlpha il Friday 20 April 2012 - 18:40

[Butterhands]

Non piace in realta a me quela di Victreebell, sono pokèmon normali, mi riesce impossibile credere che possano fare cose simili!

[Prace]

Non piace in realta a me quela di Victreebell, sono pokèmon normali, mi riesce impossibile credere che possano fare cose simili!

Più che altro è splatter alla fine secondo me una cosa del genere rovina sempre l'atmosfera di un racconto: tutti son capaci di scrivere un racconto pieno di particolari gore; mantenere la suspance o creare quel senso di "disagio" tipico della pasta è un altro paio di maniche. Ritengo che per ora lost silver rimane uno dei migliori esempi (forse anche grazie alla applicazione esistente che simula il videogioco)

[Butterhands]

Già, Lost Silver è carino, però gli autori non hanno proprio fantasia, ogni volta che fanno storie simili i personaggi perdono progressivamente gli occhi ogni volta. XD

Messaggio modificato da Butterhands il Monday 16 April 2012 - 14:33

[linoxyard]

Già, Lost Silver è carino, però gli autori non hanno proprio fantasia, ogni volta che fanno storie simili i personaggi perdono progressivamente gli occhi ogni volta. XD

Beh, dai, in un creepypasta che si rispetti non possono mancare gli occhi "alla Zalgo" (occhi neri/cavi) o la mancanza/perdita degli occhi.

Sembra che questo tipo di immagini abbiano un forte impatto emotivo sugli esseri umani in generale...

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(Boxxy, resa più inquietante dalla mancanza di occhi ).

P.S: Propongo di prendere una foto di Nexus e farle gli occhi alla Zalgo, e quando si viene bannati compare l'immagine, in modo che il banned non dorma più la notte!

Messaggio modificato da linoxyard il Monday 16 April 2012 - 16:30

[Emapika]

Sembra che questo tipo di immagini abbiano un forte impatto emotivo sugli esseri umani in generale...

E sticazzi,ci credo

[davide 98]

P.S: Propongo di prendere una foto di Nexus e farle gli occhi alla Zalgo, e quando si viene bannati compare l'immagine, in modo che il banned non dorma più la notte!

Ma noo,povera nexus!

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[linoxyard]

Ma noo,povera nexus!

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Bella! Con un po' più di sangue sullo sfondo, una tinta bordeaux alla foto e dello staticmesh.wav sotto sarebbe perfetta.

Mi riferisco a questo brano:

[razer.93]

questi video sono raccapriccianti!

[giako9000]

Nessuno di voi ha mai sentito parlare di "LSD:DREAM EMULATOR"?
Me ne ha parlato un mio compagno di classe dopo che io gli feci vedere questo thread. Lui mi ha detto che questo gioco è esistente e che girano leggende e pasta su questo gioco. Perdonatemi se sembro nabbo, ma io ho scoperto solo oggi l'esistenza di questo gioco per ps1.
Ho notato che girano anche molti video sul tubo di questo, ma non ho avuto il coraggio di aprirli per evitare spiacevoli sorpese. Il mio amico afferma pure che codesto gioco avrebbe provocato ansia e panico in molte persone, proprio per il fatto che lo scopo primario di questo gioco è quello di imitare i sogni.
Le mie domande sono queste:
-ne avete mai sentito parlare?
-circolano veramente creepypasta su questo?
-provoca ansia?
-sono troppo impressionabile?

EDIT: vabè, ho concluso da solo che si tratta di una boiata -.-*

Messaggio modificato da giako9000 il Thursday 26 April 2012 - 15:15