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Wednesday, October 31, 2012

"Karmin!" by DEV

Halloween's over!!

And since Rip hasn't posted anything since, Imma say Rest in Peace to that old ghost. Yey!!!

It's All Saints Day today, and we'll be leaving later for the cemetery. I'm gonna leave you all to this cool song I heard last night on the radio.

Here's "Hello" by Karmin. Yep, the same one who sang "Brokenhearted". :D



"Costumes!" by DEV and ARK

DEV: Halloween's not complete without...COSTUMES!

ARK: Dev and I actually forgot all about these costumes we ordered a month ago for Halloween. And we even forgot to use them for Trick or Treat! No wonder we had to improvise.

DEV: So here are our Halloween costumes for 2012...







             

ARK: As you can see, I'm dressed up as Max and Dev is in a Cat Pig costume!

DEV: These costumes rock, dude! We're like different people!

ARK: That's the point of costumes, Dev.

DEV: Umm... dude, I don't think everybody appreciates these cool costumes.



ARK: What do you mean?

DEV: Turn around.




"Suicide Mouse" by RIP

So do any of you remember those Mickey Mouse cartoons from the 1930s? The ones that were just put out on DVD a few years ago? Well, I hear there is one that was unreleased to even the most avid classic disney fans.

According to sources, it's nothing special. It's just a continuous loop (like Flinstones) of mickey walking past 6 buildings that goes on for two or three minutes before fading out. Unlike the cutesy tunes put in though, the song on this cartoon was not a song at all, just a constant banging on a piano as if the keys for a minute and a half before going to white noise for the remainder of the film.

It wasn't the jolly old Mickey we've come to love either, Mickey wasn't dancing, not even smiling, just kind of walking as if you or I were walking, with a normal facial expression, but for some reason his head tilted side to side as he kept this dismal look.

Up until a year or two ago, everyone believed that after it cut to black and that was it. When Leonard Maltin was reviewing the cartoon to be put in the complete series, he decided it was too junk to be on the DVD, but wanted to have a digital copy due to the fact that it was a creation of Walt. When he had a digitized version up on his computer to look at the file, he noticed something.

The cartoon was actually 9 minutes and 4 seconds long. This is what my source emailed to me, in full (he is a personal assistant of one of the higher executives at Disney, and acquaintance of Mr. Maltin himself):

"After it cut to black, it stayed like that until the 6th minute, before going back into Mickey walking. The sound was different this time. It was a murmur. It wasn't a language, but more like a gurgled cry. As the noise got more indistinguishable and loud over the next minute, the picture began to get weird. The sidewalk started to go in directions that seemed impossible based on the physics of Mickeys walking. And the dismal face of the mouse was slowly curling into a smirk.

On the 7th minute, the murmur turned into a bloodcurdling scream (the kind of scream painful to hear) and the picture was getting more obscure. Colors were happening that shouldn't have been possible at the time. Mickey face began to fall apart. his eyes rolled on the bottom of his chin like two marbles in a fishbowl, and his curled smile was pointing upward on the left side of his face.

The buildings became rubble floating in midair and the sidewalk was still impossibly navigating in warped directions, a few seeming inconceivable with what we, as humans, know about direction. Mr. Maltin got disturbed and left the room, sending an employee to finish the video and take notes of everything happening up until the last second, and afterward immediately store the disc of the cartoon into the vault. This distorted screaming lasted until 8 minutes and a few seconds in, and then it abruptly cuts to the mickey mouse face at the credits of the end of every video with what sounded like a broken music box playing in the background.

This happened for about 30 seconds, and whatever was in that remaining 30 seconds I haven't been able to get a sliver of information about. From a security guard working under me who was making rounds outside of that room, I was told that after the last frame, the employee stumbled out of the room with pale skin saying "Real suffering is not known" 7 times before speedily taking the guards pistol and offing himself on the spot.

The thing I could get out of Leonard Maltin was that the last frame was a piece of Russian text that roughly said "the sights of hell bring its viewers back in". As far as I know, no one else has seen it, but there have been dozens of attempts at getting the file on rapidshare by employees inside the studios, all of whom have been promptly terminated of their jobs.

Whether it got online or not is up for debate, but if rumors serve me right, it's online somewhere under "suicidemouse.avi". If you ever find a copy of the film, I want you to never view it, and to contact me by phone immediately, regardless of the time. When a Disney Death is covered up as well as this, it means this has to be something huge.


Get back at me,

TR"


I've yet to find a copy of this, but it is out there. I know it.

Source: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Suicidemouse.avi


"It's Always There" by RIP

You are lying in your bed. You can barely keep your eyelids from slamming shut.
You look at the clock; it's about 2 am. You feel yourself drifting off.

You are startled out of the trance-like state by a quiet, soft creaking sound on your floorboards. But you live alone, so, What could possibly could have made that noise? you ask yourself.

You know you locked the front door before you went to bed. Besides, if someone had broken in, you would have heard, right?

There it is again, louder. This time you rip the bedsheet back and leap out of bed! You slam the door of your room so hard into the door that you dent the wall!

You are left staring into the hallway.

Nothing.

It must have been your imagination. After doing a quick scan of the house you return to the heavenly warmth of your bed.

But.

You can't get it out of your head. What made the noise? Did I dream it? Well, my dear pasta junkie, you certainly aren't dreaming. It follows you everywhere. In fact, this very moment it's right behind you.

Waiting.

Now that I have gotten you to look 'round, it knows that you have acknowledged it's existence. I probably should have told you that you can only see it if it wishes so.

Now that you know, it will leave you. But don't think this is a good thing. This being was there to protect you. It's a shame you have just left yourself unguarded. Now all of Hell can rain down on you.

But you must understand, I'm so sorry, it forced me to. It said that if I told you, it would let me live. Don't try to run. It's already there. It's watching you read this.

It's just waiting.

Waiting for you to go to sleep.

Source: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/It%27s_Always_There


Tuesday, October 30, 2012

"A Survivors Guide to Walkers" by DEV

Yeah, so...  told Ark last night that I was gonna ditch him today to avoid Rip's reign of terror. It's Halloween after all. But instead of goin' out trick or treatin', I chose to do a Walking Dead Marathon. I got started on its six-episode season. Then I'll probably continue through Season Two.

I'm three episodes in, and it's awesome so far. Now I've done research and found how YOU CAN SURVIVE A ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE. But this guide's limited to Walkers only. You know, they've got their own "zombie rules". These might not be applicable to other kinds of zombies, say, you get trapped in Resident Evil or somethin'.


A SURVIVOR'S GUIDE TO WALKERS:

Tip #1: Zombies are known in the show as "walkers". So if your survivor friends are screaming your name saying: "Look behind you! Walker!"  and you don't get it, don't blame them if you get eaten. Zombies = Walkers



Tip #2: Keep your mouth shut. Mute everything. Get rid of everything that makes noise. Walkers are attracted to sound! So you might wanna think twice about shooting them with a gun. It's a chain reaction, bro. Walkers would get attracted to the sound of Walkers attacking you. Soon enough, you'll find yourself surrounded.


Tip #3: Turn the lights out. Most Walkers are attracted to lights too. You know what, they're pretty much attracted to everything that is NOT a Walker. They can smell you too. They'll know if you're dead or not. Grinding up the body of a Walker, taking their guts out and spreading them on your clothes is advised. It's like blending in with them...only ickier.


Tip #4: Shoot them in the head. The only way they die is by destroying what's left of their brains. Otherwise they'll try to eat you and your friends. But refer to Tip #2 when using your weapons. Silenced guns (that don't exist in this show) and melee weapons are the best. And yes, as long as their brains are there, they'll keep moving...even when decapitated!


Tip #5: Everybody who dies becomes one of 'em. You're sticking to the old "keep your friends close, your enemies closer" motto? Well, that's not a good idea if your friends AND enemies are turning into Walkers. The more people who die, the more enemies you'll have. The more, the merrier you say? Well, yeah. If you're a psychotic zombie-lover or something.


"Papercuts" by RIP

In an asylum for the insane two doctors were trying to help their patient.
"So, the doctor decided that is was safe to give her paper?"

"Yeah, as long as she's gagged so she doesn't choke herself on it. He says origami is good for her."

The two asylum workers sat chewing their lunch. The girl they were discussing was young, and one of the worst cases they'd had yet. She couldn't be near anything for fear she'd try to kill herself with it. She had to wear protective gloves over her nails, and no furniture was allowed in her room. All she was allowed was paper to fold.

The two workers went back to her room, only to discover her dead body, covered in thousands of paper cuts.


Source: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Papercuts


"The CD" by RIP

"I found this story on my mail and I thought it would be a good creepypasta. Don't ask me about the guy because I don't know him."

I am the kind of guy who is always looking for cool things in Chinese shops. You know, the ones you look in for fake PSPs or iPhones, or maybe an NES? I went to one of those shops, but I found nothing interesting there. I decided to buy two CD-Rs to burn some games for my Dreamcast. The shop ower gave me 2 CDs which had a strange, funny name - "Banana Park". The shop owner looked sad and depressed, and the CDs cost 60 cents each (in Euros).

I went home and inserted the first CD, which was blank, on my computer. I burned an NES emulator for my Dreacast. It took some time to boot the CD but it eventually worked. I was then ready to burn the second CD. I inserted the CD and noticed that this one wasn't blank; it had a file on it.

The first thing I did was check the file. It was a video. I thought it would be a cheap Chinese movie or something. It had a Chinese title (I can't paste the name here but you can check the video if you want). I clicked on the video and the first thing that appears is someone filming a TV; then a small Chinese boy appears in front of the camera. You can hear people talking in the background, but you can't hear what they're saying. In any case, it's not in English. The camera starts filming some dolls at this point. I thought I saw a boy with his organs outside of his body for a moment, but I figured that was just my mind playing tricks on me due to the fear I was by now experiencing. The boy in the video seems afraid and starts running away from the camera. While I was watching the video, one of mhy brother's toys fell from the shelf; then another, then another, and then stopped. By now I was pretty freaked out. In the video, the boy was now hiding under a sheet, but he got back up again and began running. This time, a strange Chinese symbol appeared on the screen. I don't know any Chinese so I couldn't tell you what it said. I tried to take the CD out, but it wouldn't budge. I had to use a knife to open the tray. I went to the kitchen and told my mom about the video, and she told me I should go back to the shop and tell them what happened.


So that's what I did. But when I arrived at the place, I noticed the shop was closed. I looked inside and I saw the boy from the video. I knocked on the shop's door but no-one answered, and when I looked inside again, the boy wasn't there.

Days later, I was on a bus heading to school, when I overheard two old ladies talking about a Chinese shop owner who was arrested for killing his wife and son. I am not sure, but I think the CD has something to do with that. The toy thing still haunts me today. When I am sleeping at night, some of the toys fall from the shelf and others even fly around. I also hear a Chinese child talking and laughing at night. I no longer own the CD, but I have the video and a photo of it. I feel like I'm under some sort of curse from this video; maybe I'm just crazy, maybe I really am cursed, I don't know. My parents say I'm the one who wants to believe in such things, because I am the only one who can feel the presence of this kid.

I have no idea what happened to his father. Maybe he was deported back to China to face jail.

My cellphone just rang. It was a blank message, but the sender isn't a phone number; it's a Chinese character. The same one that was in the video. This happened after I wrote this story. Maybe I should erase this; I think it's gone beyond being a simple creepypasta about a weird video I saw. My dog is barking like crazy, and I can hear someone at the front door. I hope it's my mom or dad.

I can see someone. It doesn't look like them, and it's just looking at the door. I don't know what the hell is hapeing. I'm going to call the police and maybe they can help me now. I should call my parents.

My cellphone doesn't work and my ph...

"I guess the guy stopped writing because he died...who knows, from what I know the story is from 2001"

"This is Why you Should Not Do Illegal Stuff,kids"

Source: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_CD


Monday, October 29, 2012

"RIP" by DEV and ARK

DEV: Dude, have you noticed that this Rip guy posts more often than we do?

ARK: Yes, I actually realized that. It is starting to scare me. All his posts about Evil Nyan Cats and gray monsters are just plain terrifying!

DEV: And since Halloween's just a day away, he's getting even MORE active! I think we better prepare ourselves from one helluva horror story marathon.

ARK: Oh no!

DEV: That's not all dude! I had Cat Pig research on where Rip gets all these posts from. He pointed this website called Creepypasta Wiki.

ARK: Yes, I discovered that too. It's from this link:

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

DEV: Have you read some of the other stories there?


ARK: Yes I have! I almost did not manage to sleep last night.

DEV: Well, I guess it's hard to stop Rip right now. Halloween's probably his favorite holiday.

ARK: But why is he haunting our blog? What does he want?

DEV: Dunno. But I'm gettin' outta here for now. I don't wanna get in the way of Rip's rampage.


ARK: What?! You can not leave me here alone. I would not be able to take care of the blog!

DEV: Good luck brotha. I'm gonna spend Halloween lookin' for candy.

ARK: Wait! No...

DEV: See ya later guys!



"The Nyan Cat Background Story" by RIP

So, you know "Nyan Cat" right? The little cat in the Pop-Tart going through space with the most catchy song ever? Yeah, him! Well, there's a backside to this.

When Nyan Cat first came out, the site "Nyan.cat" came out, it was the same idea, just the cat going through space. People got addicted to it, and eventually there was a timer to see how long you could do it. But one kid in particular claimed he could do it the longest without sleep. His name was Jim Sheif. So he made the record of "Nyaning for 5 hours and 56 seconds." Many people tried, but only one beat it.

Another guy named Michael Willis tried for the record. He nyaned for 8 hours straight. People saw it, too. He sat there, like a zombie just staring at the cute little cat. But the next day after the record, he said, "There's something wrong with that cat."

So John got intimidated and went for his best. He beat the record by a long shot. How he did so? No one knows. But he said he could have gone longer. But his reasoning of not was kept his secret. But his close friend finally got it out of him. He said that John claimed that on final minutes of his journey, he said that the timer stopped at 666 minutes and 6.6 seconds. It was unbelievable.

His close friend, Matt, went to see if it was true, The next day, Matt went at it, but it was worse then he expected, it stopped, perfectly, 666 minutes and 6.6 seconds. but there was more. the cute little Nyan cat turned horrible. His face went blue and his eyes went red and the whole space scene behind him went red. With pictures of mutilated people that said "They tried Nyan cat" Then the song went to a horrible dark pitch with the sounds of people screaming in fear. Matt was absolutely shocked, he tried to sleep but with no success. In his dreams all he could see was the evil nyan cat's face. Taunting him, and when he woke up, the song wouldn't get out of his head. So Matt ended it all with suicide by hanging himself. The next day Michael, and Jim were found in the same apartment, dead. with scratches on their abdomens that spelled out "No one succeeds..." The scratches appeared to have come from a small cat.

Source: http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/The_Nyan_Cat_Background_Story


Saturday, October 27, 2012

"Real Monsters" by ARK

No, I can not actually call them monsters. They are just really horrible people. What scares me is the fact that they exist. At least monsters stay in books and movies. These people leap into reality.

Halloween is approaching, and the world is about to celebrate death in all its forms. Of course, that does not mean people do not die during these times. Dev and I heard that one of our relatives died recently. Our first thought was: she did not even make it to All Souls' Day.

So we paid her a visit, not expecting that we would meet monsters in her funeral.

Dev and I entered the residence of the family she left. They managed to smile at us, having already gotten over her death. They welcomed us in their abode. But aside from the family, the first set of people we saw were the so called "monsters". Before we even got a glimpse of the dead person, all these local politicians stood up to smile and shake our hands.


They gripped our hands firmly and one by one declared their names. Complete with their current titles as councilors, they proudly stated who they were. Dev and I simply stared at each other in confusion. Is it appropriate to campaign in a funeral? Has the campaigning period even started?

As all these relatives mourned over a very fresh death, these politicians were campaigning themselves. All they thought of were themselves. They wanted to make sure they reserved a seat even before their enemies could think of sitting. And they did it everywhere: where voters were, they would also be present.

Just horrible, I thought. Why did they not pay respect to the dead? Did they even bother to look at the person? Did they even know who was in that coffin? Did they care?

I rarely speak about politics, but these people seem to fit the monstrous season. They deserve to be compared to vampires, mummies, ghosts...basically anything you have seen in your nightmares before. These are the kind of politicians who run our offices. These selfish people who take advantage of the little situations are the same ones who take advantage of the little people. Unfortunately, we are those little people.

Beware children, for your futures depend on who your parents vote for.




Friday, October 26, 2012

"You're Blind!" by DEV

I found this on Stumbleupon and thought it was hilarious. Nope, it's actually got a serious message. But watch it and you'll see what I found so funny. LOL. Good night folks. 




Thursday, October 25, 2012

"Eating Time! by DEV

I. AM. PROCRASTINATING.

There's really no need to rush anything, 'cause it's my vacation and I can do whatever I want. But there's this voice inside me...(which is probably just ARK's nagging voice) and it's telling me to do this and do that. It tells me to do random sh*t.

But NOBODY tells me what to do. No, not even a nagging inner voice.

Besides, I'll probably return to helping Ark with his novel in about...two hours. He'll have to handle things by himself until then. I got better things to do like tweet, stumble on new websites, and blog. And all these activities are basically eating up my time.

Don't gemme wrong. I AM inspired, and I want to help Ark with his novel (which is turning out to be pretty cool) But the computer! It's-- It's pulling me away. Either that, or my stomach tells me toe at something other than time. Basically all I'm doing this sem break is eat and surf the net.

What's Ark doing? He's there, busy writing. Conceptualizing his novel. I don't wanna help him too much, 'cause I'll end up owning the work. I mean, with MY brilliant imagination, I can get that baby finished within the day. But I'm not gonna waste the entire day getting productive, right?

I'd rather get lazy and get fat right now. Anyway, I'm gonna lend my awesomazingly helpful hand to him later (when I start to feel like it) I'm gonna boost his novel with great ideas and make sure it doesn't turn out as boring as Ark is trying to make it.

I'm not gonna tell ya what its about 'cause Ark practically begged me not to do that. That was uncool o him. But Ark's never really cool, so I'll let him be.


So bye for now, fellas. I'll continue eating up time. School and Halloween's just right around the corner, and there's not much time left for me to waste. See ya!


Tuesday, October 23, 2012

"Childhood Dreams" by ARK

Why am I sharing these here? I am not sure. But I do know I simply want to.

This is a list of my childhood dreams. These are the ones I remember, by the way. It is just so interesting what I wanted to be when I was young. Some of these persist as an alternative. After all, life can take unexpected twists and turns.

1. To become a drummer. That was my first dream ever. I entered a club when I was very young and saw a band playing. I just knew I wanted to be a drummer someday. My parents knew about this dream so well that when I started crying that night, they sent the drummer guy to calm me down. I have no memory of whatever happened to that dream.



2. To own a bicycle. I wanted one so badly back then. I never got it, and ironically, I never learned how to ride one. So I am sticking to my hope of owning a car someday. Hopefully that dream wouldn't be crushed. The closest thing to a bike that I owned was a scooter. And a scooter is NOT a bicycle.


3. To become a zoologist. While helping Jen review for her exam, we came across an animal-related lesson. It just flashed back. I really wanted to study animals for a living. I remember going to the school library to read a book on animals. I would read and read that same book. Funny how much I learned from that dusty thing. My favorite animal was the armadillo. I guess it still is.


4. To become an entomologist. This dream came with the animal-loving side of me. I wanted to focus on insects, for a reason I do not remember. In fact, this dream was so long ago that I forgot what they called somebody who "studies insects". I Googled it.


Well... I can not remember the others, but I promise to post them when I do. So... that's all for now. I shall resume writing my novel. I dream to have this published.

"Strength in Unity" by ARK

There is no strength in numbers. Numbers are nothing without unity.

Look at the rain, then look at the ocean. Both are made of water, but they are very different in nature. The rain falls scattered across the field below it, while the ocean creates waves that rock back and forth.

Both are large volumes of liquid, but there is just one difference: one lacks unity.

Rain falls separately, almost one by one. They stay on the same dark cloud, but choose to drop apart from one another. Imagine if the rain fell just once, with all its drops together. What impact would that giant drop have on the ground? There's a lot of difference that unity creates.

But the ocean waves, they move together. They stay together until they reach the shore or at least until they bump into another wave. These waves are so united they can move anything they come across. But come to think of it, a wave is just made of harmless water.

Imagine two countries, both with a large population. The difference only lies on whether the people work together or live selfishly. One country could use the people's unity as a resource: Man Power, as they call it. Then the country would be productive. They would have a stable economy, and they would come to know peace.

The other country could have the same large number of people. But if the people are not united, they would only become a burden. Instead of being a productive force, they become a hard-to-fix problem. How hard must it be for the government to fix a scattered problem?

How do people become united anyway? Is it when people do not commit crime because they fear hurting others? No, that does not happen in today's society. What we need, we try to claim. And whoever gets in our way would get hurt.

How do we unite in today's society?

I believe we get united by simply doing what we have to do, and reinforcing it with the help of others who have that same mission. Whether we need to establish a successful business, or get high grades, get a good job, or even commit a bank robbery, we need to be united with someone has our vision.

Weird as it may seem, but whether you choose to do something good or bad, your success would only amount to the number of help you get. The united good would eventually finish the united evil. That is supposed to be how balance works.

A country that would do what it has to do, and does it well will find that balance. A country whose people remain ignorant with their government's issues and remain detached to it will not find that balance.

To survive in today's society, we must make a crack on the ground. We need to move anything that gets in our way. Either we become one solid drop of rain or one powerful wave. Whatever happens, we cannot let ourselves become meaningless drops.