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lol sorry but when i saw that the first thing that came to my mind was thisDuctTapeJedi said:
Granted, it's really more cute than creepy.
http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/bukkake
Another afterlife themed one, just the sort of frame my mind is in at the moment.
Valhalla. In the old times men spoke of leaving this life for one of eternal war, where they would fight enemies so indisputably evil that the gods themselves fought by your side. Then, these men were lost to the dust of history, left behind as new gods filled the void in men?s hearts but Valhalla remained. The Vikings left, the gods fell. But Valhalla remembers and Valhalla waits.
Hans held to his rifle, looking nervously at the men with whom he had retreated this far. So many were lost to Russian snow or Russian soldiers or Russian artillery, so many of the boys with whom he had paraded in ?41 had become frozen corpses by the side of the road. Now, he thought to himself, only the historians will care who we were. Otto was on the other side of the hole so charitably designated as a trench by Sergeant Heartling. Somehow, through all that they had seen, Otto remained optimistic, still cracking jokes, still confident that Dr. Goebbels told him the truth. The smile had been a rock they could all depend on from Leningrad to the Ukraine to Seelow and now in the inner blocks of Berlin.
The Russians were just across the square from Hans? squad, waiting for that one moment to strike. Somewhere, a rifle cracked. Otto?s head snapped back, spraying Karl with a mist of blood. The next round found its way into Hans? throat and he died, gurgling, in front of the steps of the Reichstag.
Hans looked around, shocked. His rifle was still in his hands, he was still alive, Otto unharmed. There was still hope. He must have slipped into another of the nightmares that had followed him home from the snow. Heartling had always insisted that defeatism would lead to nowhere but depression. He remembered how innocent Otto had been in 42, hoping for an Iron cross by 43. They all knew that he had lied about his age to enter the army, but that did not really seem such an issue when Hitler youth were being conscripted alongside Great War veterans. He was so deep in his relief that he actually failed to notice the sound at first, a low howling, like the wind; but when the Russian war cry reached its zenith, all hope drained from his face. They came like ghosts from the smoke and Hans died standing in front of Otto, bayoneted by a soviet soldier while a cry of ?URRA! URRA!? seemed to shake the very ground he stood on.
Hans blinked, crouching back in the hole that had pretensions of being a trench. Something was wrong here; he could still feel the pain of the bayonet in his gut. He turned to Otto, to seek some comfort in the smile that the Russians had yet to crush, but failed to set eyes on his friend before the artillery began to land. He tried to huddle deeper into the hole, but to no avail, for one of Stalin?s organs took life from all his friends in less time for it had taken them all to light a cigarette at breakfast.
Hans leapt from the trench, running towards the Reichstag as fast as his legs would carry him. He only managed a few steps before Sergeant Heartling him shot him for cowardice in the face of the enemy.
Hans waited, and wondered whether he was in hell. He had always felt that his service for the fatherland had been pure, but now he began to wonder. There had been that family in the Ukraine, but orders had been clear and the son had shot Heinrich. For Christ?s sake, he just wanted it to end, to not have to see the look in Otto?s eyes as pieces of metal , somehow both cold and impersonal and blazing hot, tore his life from him. The Russians were not here yet, but somehow, he knew they would come. He turned away from Otto, so the boy would not have to see the fear in his eyes as he put the rifle to his chin. Jerking the trigger, Hans sent a burning piece of cold, impersonal metal through his brain, bringing merciful darkness.
Hans screamed, a heart tearing sound that sent his friends recoiling away from him in fear.? Let me go?, he begged, ?I?m sorry!? he insisted and for a moment, another scene was imposed over the stage that no man?s land provided. The Ukrainian family knelt in front of the squad, begging in their incomprehensible barbarian language. Sergeant Heartland dragged the corpse of corporal Weiss in front of them, demanding that they look. Hans, Karl and Otto took positions behind the family and shot them, trying as hard as possible to focus on anything but what they were doing. Otto even cracked a joke afterwards, sad that there were no medals for work such as this. That smile, that now seemed more sinister than comforting, only cracked when the rifles did, and was back before the next round was chambered. Hans was so focused on the scene that he failed to see the bullet that ended his life.
Hans could not bear to look at his friends anymore, instead he hid from their gaze in the hole that had been called a trench and waited to die. Every once in a while, he could see the family watching his personal hell. They never appeared joyous, never vengeful, only a frozen of fear and submission. Other faces came and went, all silent, but all from the places the squad had been, that girl sniper from Leningrad, the deserter and his family in Breslau, the old Jew from the outskirts of Moscow and that family, that goddamn fucking family...
Hans began to hate his friends, for living oblivious while he suffered. He began to see visions of his family, raped and murdered by red army soldiers; he saw his home, burnt to a cinder because his younger brother had been caught hiding some bread when the soviets searched it. Every time he closed his eyes to shield himself from the horrors of the pit he died anew, blinking afresh in the same damned hole. How long had he been here? Did the war continue? Where the visions of his family true?
In time, he noticed something new, something that had always been there, hidden by self pity and fear. There were only four Germans visible from the pit which was not a trench. Sergeant Heartling looked out across no man?s land, scanning for Russians. Karl slumped against the earthen wall of the hole, as depressed as he had been on the first day that Hans had died and Otto... Otto hugged his rifle as if it could actually protect him against the hell that was now his home. There were no voices exhorting loyalty to the fatherland or hatred for the Ivan, only a slight muttering coming from Otto. For the first time in his memory of death and rebirth, Hans looked into his friend?s eyes. What he saw was no longer a man, but an animal, afraid of the snare. Hans saw this, as the boy?s mutterings became comprehensible for one brief moment before the Russians charged again,
?Bitte, Bittie, Nien, Bitte...?
Because even when the men who spoke of her are dust, even when the gods have fallen and their replacements faded; even when the stars have winked out and the wars that feed her are forgotten, Valhalla will remember, Valhalla will wait and with the cries of the fallen innocents ringing in her ears, Valhalla will never, ever forgive.
Valhalla. In the old times men spoke of leaving this life for one of eternal war, where they would fight enemies so indisputably evil that the gods themselves fought by your side. Then, these men were lost to the dust of history, left behind as new gods filled the void in men?s hearts but Valhalla remained. The Vikings left, the gods fell. But Valhalla remembers and Valhalla waits.
Hans held to his rifle, looking nervously at the men with whom he had retreated this far. So many were lost to Russian snow or Russian soldiers or Russian artillery, so many of the boys with whom he had paraded in ?41 had become frozen corpses by the side of the road. Now, he thought to himself, only the historians will care who we were. Otto was on the other side of the hole so charitably designated as a trench by Sergeant Heartling. Somehow, through all that they had seen, Otto remained optimistic, still cracking jokes, still confident that Dr. Goebbels told him the truth. The smile had been a rock they could all depend on from Leningrad to the Ukraine to Seelow and now in the inner blocks of Berlin.
The Russians were just across the square from Hans? squad, waiting for that one moment to strike. Somewhere, a rifle cracked. Otto?s head snapped back, spraying Karl with a mist of blood. The next round found its way into Hans? throat and he died, gurgling, in front of the steps of the Reichstag.
Hans looked around, shocked. His rifle was still in his hands, he was still alive, Otto unharmed. There was still hope. He must have slipped into another of the nightmares that had followed him home from the snow. Heartling had always insisted that defeatism would lead to nowhere but depression. He remembered how innocent Otto had been in 42, hoping for an Iron cross by 43. They all knew that he had lied about his age to enter the army, but that did not really seem such an issue when Hitler youth were being conscripted alongside Great War veterans. He was so deep in his relief that he actually failed to notice the sound at first, a low howling, like the wind; but when the Russian war cry reached its zenith, all hope drained from his face. They came like ghosts from the smoke and Hans died standing in front of Otto, bayoneted by a soviet soldier while a cry of ?URRA! URRA!? seemed to shake the very ground he stood on.
Hans blinked, crouching back in the hole that had pretensions of being a trench. Something was wrong here; he could still feel the pain of the bayonet in his gut. He turned to Otto, to seek some comfort in the smile that the Russians had yet to crush, but failed to set eyes on his friend before the artillery began to land. He tried to huddle deeper into the hole, but to no avail, for one of Stalin?s organs took life from all his friends in less time for it had taken them all to light a cigarette at breakfast.
Hans leapt from the trench, running towards the Reichstag as fast as his legs would carry him. He only managed a few steps before Sergeant Heartling him shot him for cowardice in the face of the enemy.
Hans waited, and wondered whether he was in hell. He had always felt that his service for the fatherland had been pure, but now he began to wonder. There had been that family in the Ukraine, but orders had been clear and the son had shot Heinrich. For Christ?s sake, he just wanted it to end, to not have to see the look in Otto?s eyes as pieces of metal , somehow both cold and impersonal and blazing hot, tore his life from him. The Russians were not here yet, but somehow, he knew they would come. He turned away from Otto, so the boy would not have to see the fear in his eyes as he put the rifle to his chin. Jerking the trigger, Hans sent a burning piece of cold, impersonal metal through his brain, bringing merciful darkness.
Hans screamed, a heart tearing sound that sent his friends recoiling away from him in fear.? Let me go?, he begged, ?I?m sorry!? he insisted and for a moment, another scene was imposed over the stage that no man?s land provided. The Ukrainian family knelt in front of the squad, begging in their incomprehensible barbarian language. Sergeant Heartland dragged the corpse of corporal Weiss in front of them, demanding that they look. Hans, Karl and Otto took positions behind the family and shot them, trying as hard as possible to focus on anything but what they were doing. Otto even cracked a joke afterwards, sad that there were no medals for work such as this. That smile, that now seemed more sinister than comforting, only cracked when the rifles did, and was back before the next round was chambered. Hans was so focused on the scene that he failed to see the bullet that ended his life.
Hans could not bear to look at his friends anymore, instead he hid from their gaze in the hole that had been called a trench and waited to die. Every once in a while, he could see the family watching his personal hell. They never appeared joyous, never vengeful, only a frozen of fear and submission. Other faces came and went, all silent, but all from the places the squad had been, that girl sniper from Leningrad, the deserter and his family in Breslau, the old Jew from the outskirts of Moscow and that family, that goddamn fucking family...
Hans began to hate his friends, for living oblivious while he suffered. He began to see visions of his family, raped and murdered by red army soldiers; he saw his home, burnt to a cinder because his younger brother had been caught hiding some bread when the soviets searched it. Every time he closed his eyes to shield himself from the horrors of the pit he died anew, blinking afresh in the same damned hole. How long had he been here? Did the war continue? Where the visions of his family true?
In time, he noticed something new, something that had always been there, hidden by self pity and fear. There were only four Germans visible from the pit which was not a trench. Sergeant Heartling looked out across no man?s land, scanning for Russians. Karl slumped against the earthen wall of the hole, as depressed as he had been on the first day that Hans had died and Otto... Otto hugged his rifle as if it could actually protect him against the hell that was now his home. There were no voices exhorting loyalty to the fatherland or hatred for the Ivan, only a slight muttering coming from Otto. For the first time in his memory of death and rebirth, Hans looked into his friend?s eyes. What he saw was no longer a man, but an animal, afraid of the snare. Hans saw this, as the boy?s mutterings became comprehensible for one brief moment before the Russians charged again,
?Bitte, Bittie, Nien, Bitte...?
Because even when the men who spoke of her are dust, even when the gods have fallen and their replacements faded; even when the stars have winked out and the wars that feed her are forgotten, Valhalla will remember, Valhalla will wait and with the cries of the fallen innocents ringing in her ears, Valhalla will never, ever forgive.
Did you watch the whole thing? Because something really interesting happens at the end.Judgement101 said:
That's just gore, nothing scary about that. But taking in consideration that most of the Escapist users aren't so internet savvy, those might come as a shock to them.Nigh Invulnerable said:Here's a few images of anencephaly:
I don't really get it. Could someone explain this one please?Mr.Mattress said:The picture on this one is just too creepy for me to repost. I'll just give you the link:
Spongebob's Bootleg Episode [http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Spongebob_Bootleg_Episode]
Also, this one doesn't make sense to me, but it's good none the less.
I'm guessing that there isn't anything to explain. While viewing the tape, everyone saw different things, they all got scared, the guy's brother was so scared that he had an asthma attack and that was it... I think.Sn1P3r M98 said:I don't really get it. Could someone explain this one please?Mr.Mattress said:The picture on this one is just too creepy for me to repost. I'll just give you the link:
Spongebob's Bootleg Episode [http://creepypasta.wikia.com/wiki/Spongebob_Bootleg_Episode]
Also, this one doesn't make sense to me, but it's good none the less.
Yes I agree, all of their work is well worth watching. I was never very effected by their Camera Obscura, but for those who might be, here's a link to the series' vid list:David_G said:
http://www.dailymotion.com/Camera_Obscura
Note that you do NOT have to create a user on dailymotion to watch Camera Obscura but you do need to watch them in order from episode 1 because it's an actual series with progressing plot, not a series of separate short stories like some of their other work. Just wanted to make sure you don't ruin your experience by watching it out of sequence
Oh no...
Oh god no...
The second series of mnarble hornets has begun...
the end times are upon us.
Lead us to the ARK.
Oh god no...
The second series of mnarble hornets has begun...
the end times are upon us.
Lead us to the ARK.
I only wish they'd give us more already, instead of just teasing us with a few minor details in each episode. It's really slowed down, but you know it's just the roller coaster effect. Starts off fast, then slows down, then goes to the peak of a hill, then WOOSH all your bricks have been shat before you even realize what just happened.the clockmaker said:
But you see, we know what is coming, so every figure in the distence, every little bump, every time the camera turns, we are worried about what comes next. I think, when slendy comes, it will be a relief. Wait, thats not the word I'm looking for,Tomas Krystinik said:
Nightmare, that's it.
There is a monster. This monster does not die. Everytime you kill it. It returns stronger. This monster has many appearances. Sometimes you see it coming. Sometimes it strikes when you least expect it. But be assured. It will strike. This monster is the physical embodyment of fear. There is only one way to stop the evil. You must pretend it is not there. Those who have seen the monster know the truth. Once you have seen it. It never goes away. It is always lurking. Always waiting. In the darkness. In your lonely midnight hours. Mankinds worst creation. A nightmare incarnate. Of course. You only know it as. The Scary Thread...
Well kind sir you have officially scared me shirtless! 0-oPararaptor said:
I want to start off by saying if you want an answer at the end, prepare to be disappointed. There just isn't one.
I was an intern at Nickelodeon Studios for a year in 2005 for my degree in animation. It wasn't paid of course, most internships aren't, but it did have some perks beyond education. To adults it might not seem like a big one, but most kids at the time would shit themselves over it. Since I worked directly with the editors and animators, I got to view the new episodes days before they aired.
I'll get right to it without giving too many unnecessary details. They had very recently made the Spongebob movie and the entire staff was somewhat sapped of creativity so it took them longer to start up the season. But the delay lasted longer for more upsetting reasons. There was a problem with the series 4 premier that set everyone and everything back for several months.
Me and two other interns were in the editing room along with the lead animators and sound editors for the final cut. We received the copy that was supposed to be "Fear of a Krabby Patty" and gathered around the screen to watch. Now, given that it isn't final yet animators often put up a mock title card, sort of an inside joke for us, with phony, often times lewd titles, such as "How sex doesn't work" instead of "Rock-a-by-Bivalve" when spongebob and patrick adopt a sea scallop. Nothing particularly funny but work related chuckles. So when we saw the title card "Squidward's Suicide" we didn't think it more than a morbid joke. One of the interns did a small throat laugh at it. The happy-go-lucky music plays as is normal.
The story began with Squidard practicing his clarinet, hitting a few sour notes like normal. We hear Spongebob laughing outside and Squidard stops, yelling at him to keep it down as he has a concert that night and needs to practice. Spongebob says okay and goes to see Sandy with with Patrick. The bubbles splash screen comes up and we see the ending of Squidward's concert. This is when things began to seem off. While playing, a few frames repeat themselves, but the sound doesn't (at this point sound is synced up with animation so yes that's not common) but when he stops playing, the sound finishes as if the skip never happened. There is slight mummuring in the crowed before they begin to boo him. Not normal cartoon booing that is common in the show, but you could very clearly hear malace in it. Squidward's in full frame and looks visibly afraid. The shot goes to the crowd, with Spongebob in center frame, and he too is booing, very much unlike him. That isn't the oddest thing, though. What is odd is everyone had hyper realistic eyes. Very detailed. Clearly not shots of real people's eyes, but something a bit more real than CGI. The pupils were red. Some of us looked at eachother, obviously confused, but since we weren't the writers we didn't question its appeal to children, yet.
The shot goes to Squidward sitting on the edge of his bed, looking very forlorn. The view out of his porthole window is of a night sky so it isn't very long after the concert. The unsettling part is at this point there is no sound. Literally no sound. Not even the feedback from the speakers in the room. It's as if the speakers were turned off, though their status showed them working perfectly. He just sat there, blinking, in this silence for about 30 seconds, then he started to sob softly. He put his hands (tentacles) over his eyes and cried quietly for a full minute more, all the while a sound in the background very slowly growing from nothing to barely audible. It sounded like a slight breeze through a forest.
The screen slowly begins to zoom in on his face. By slow I mean it's only noticeable if you look at shots 10 seconds apart side by side. His sobbing gets louder, more full of hurt and anger. The screen then twitches a bit, as if it twists in on itself, for a split second then back to normal. The wind-through-the-trees sound gets slowly louder and more severe, as if a storm is brewing somewhere. The eerie part is this sound, and Squidward's sobbing, sounded real, as if the sound wasn't coming from the speakers but as if the speakers were holes the sound was coming through from the other side. As good as sound as the studio likes to have, they don't purchase the equipment to be that good to produce sound of that quality.
Below the sound of the wind and sobbing, very faint, something sounded like laughing. It came at odd intervals and never lasted more than a second so you had a hard time pinning it (we watched this show twice, so pardon me if things sound too specific but I've had time to think about them). After 30 seconds of this, the screen blurred and twitched violently and something flashed over the screen, as if a single frame was replaced. The lead animation editor paused and rewound frame by frame. What we saw was horrible. It was a still photo of a dead child. He couldn't have been more than 6. The face was mangled and bloodied, one eye dangling over his upturned face, popped. He was naked down to his underwear, his stomach crudely cut open and his entrails laying beside him. He was laying on some pavement that was probably a road. The most upsetting part was that there was a shadow of the photographer. There was no crime tape, no evidence tags or markers, and the angle was completely off for a shot designed to be evidence. It would seem the photographer was the person responsible for the child's death.
We were of course mortified, but pressed on, hoping that it was just a sick joke. The screen flipped back to Squidward, still sobbing, louder than before, and half body in frame. There was now what appeard to be blood running down his face from his eyes. The blood was also done in a hyper realistic style, looking as if you touched it you'd get blood on your fingers. The wind sounded now as if it were that of a gale blowing through the forest; there were even snapping sounds of branches. The laughing, a deep baritone, lasting at longer intervals and coming more frequently. After about 20 seconds, the screen again twisted and showed a single frame photo. The editor was reluctant to go back, we all were, but he knew he had to. This time the photo was that of what appeared to be a little girl, no older than the first child. She was laying on her stomach, her barrettes in a pool of blood next to her. Her left eye was too popped out and popped, naked except for underpants. Her entrails were piled on top of her above another crude cut along her back. Again the body was on the street and the photographer's shadow was visible, very similar in size and shape to the first. I had to choke back vomit and one intern, the only female in the room, ran out.
The show resumed. About 5 seconds after this second photo played, Squidward went silent, as did all sound, like it was when this scene started. He put his tentacles down and his eyes were now done in hyper realism like the others were in the beginning of this episode. They were bleeding, bloodshot, and pulsating. He just stared at the screen, as if watching the viewer. After about 10 seconds, he started sobbing, this time not covering his eyes. The sound was piercing and loud, and most fear inducing of all is his sobbing was mixed with screams. Tears and blood were dripping down his face at a heavy rate. The wind sound came back, and so did the deep voiced laughing, and this time the still photo lasted for a good 5 frames. The animator was able to stop it on the 4th and backed up. This time the photo was of a boy, about the same age, but this time the scene was different. The entrails were just being pulled out from a stomach wound by a large hand, the right eye popped and dangling, blood trickling down it. The animator proceeded. It was hard to believe, but the next one was different but we couldn't tell what. He went on to the next, same thing. He want back to the first and played them quicker and I lost it. I vomited on the floor, the animating and sound editors gasping at the screen. The 5 frames were not as if they were 5 different photos, they were played out as if they were frames from a video. We saw the hand slowly lift out the guts, we saw the kid's eyes focus on it, we even saw two frames of the kid beginning to blink. The lead sound editor told us to stop, he had to call in the creator to see this. Mr. Hillenburg arrived within about 15 minutes. He was confused as to why he was called down there, so the editor just continued the episode.
Once the few frames were shown, all screaming, all sound again stopped. Squidward was just staring at the viewer, full frame of the face, for about 3 seconds. The shot quickly panned out and that deep voice said "DO IT" and we see in Squidward's hands a shotgun. He immediately puts the gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger. Realistic blood and brain matter splatters the wall behind him, and his bed, and he flies back with the force. The last 5 seconds of this episode show his body on the bod, on his side, one eye dangling on what's left of his head above the floor, staring blankly at it. Then the episode ends.
Mr Hillenburg is obviously angry at this. He demanded to know wht the hell was going on. Most people left the room at this point, so it was just a handful of us to watch it again. Viewing the episode twice only served to imprint the entirety of it in my mind and cause me horrible nightmares. I'm sorry I stayed.
The only theory we could think of was the file was edited by someone in the chain from the drawing studio to here. The CTO was called in to analyze when it happened. The analysis of the file did show it was edited over by new material. However, the timestamp of it was a mere 24 seconds before we began viewing it. All equipment involved was examined for foreign software and hardware as well as glitches, as if the time stamp may have glitched and showed the wrong time, but everything checked out fine. We don't know what happened and to this day nobody does. There was an investigation due to the nature of the photos, but nothing came of it. No child seen was identified and no clues were gathered from the data involved nor physical clues in the photos. I never believed in unexplainable phenomena before, but now that I have something happen and can't prove anything about it beyond anecdotal evidence, I think twice about things.