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Happy Halloween!
by SilverAntari Sat Oct 31, 2009 1:22 pm
Entries:
Japsa:
- Spoiler:
- I'm a fucking thief, so what? It’s an honest living; I don't lie about
my occupation. No, I'm not a crack head and no I'm not desperate for
money. I do what I do because I do it very well. Unlike most of my Ilk,
I don't break into some shitty apartment to take a worthless shit-box
TV. No, I hit where the big money lies. There’s a fancy part of the
city Coralroad. That’s where I can go shopping for a few thousand
dollar suits. Treat myself to some one-of-a-kind jewelry. Not
forgetting the spoiled little brats bedroom, my pick of games consoles
and wide variety of games. Then there’s the living room, 50-something
Inch TV, and a fancy new stereo. It’s a good job, I drive a van!
So
I work surveillance for a couple weeks. normally I'm just checking for
patterns but there’s been no activity the whole week. It must be my
lucky day. I reverse my van onto the drive, passers-by aren’t exactly
going to notice. Then straight over the fence to the back garden, I'm
not too lucky inconsiderate bastards didn't even leave a window open.
So I smash it, a caving in window doesn't make as much noise as you'd
think. I got two possible situations ones a lot more likely than the
other, there on vacation or there not feeling well, well they must feel
like death not to leave the house in over a week. Now before I start
bagging stuff I need to have a little look around, make sure I'm alone.
I start up the stairs as I hit the top; a pan crashes to the floor, its
coming from the kitchen.
I take a couple of deep breaths, and
creep down to investigate. The kitchen is immaculate, not a hair out of
place. I blame my paranoia; I thought I was passed that. I return
upstairs and take a gander into their rooms. I sure know how to pick
‘em, that luck has come back, 2 laptops in the master bedroom. On the
dressing table in plain view a gold mine. A massive smirk creeps across
my face. Again, either I'm really on edge, or. . . no it's not
possible. My mood is suddenly turned I hear the sound of something
being dragged from downstairs, It’s not constant it must be heavy, like
someone’s moving furniture. So I slither to the top of the stairs and
peer down, a trail, a dark trail. I sneak down the stairs to get a
better view, its blood. A trail of blood so thick it’s chilling.
There’s just so much, So much blood Its Impossible to say which
direction it leads. I choose, and follow.
The trail of lost life
leads me to the living room. I follow it cautiously, doing all I can to
avoid stepping in the lifeless void. There I am tiptoeing into the
living room, how Ironic. I look up, I wish I didn't. Too my twisted
luck I chose the right path. There it was lying on the table. Legs and
arms bound with razor wire, nothing else, no Body. "arghhhhhhh" echoed
from the kitchen followed by a Suffering scream that pierced my ears
and left me panicked and scared. I wasted no time and hid in the closet
like a child playing hide and seek.
The closet doors are
slightly ajar, if I closed them it might have made some unnecessary
noise. I only have a brief wait but it felt like an eternity, The beast
of a man enters the room. standing in the doorway he scans the room,
presumably looking for me, he stands tall, this hairy creature. Wearing
a blood drenched apron and clutching his instrument of the trade in his
left hand, a macabre cleaver big enough to dismember an elephant. I
close my eyes and grip then tightly shut in some pathetic childish
belief that he wont be able to see me. That noise, the dragging noise.
The demon-man makes his way to the center of the living room, running
from his right hand is a short length of barbed wire, wrapped around
the long innocent legs of a young woman. He lifts the woman with
nothing but his one arm and hooks her to the chandelier. The poor
woman, as i admire the bruises, cuts and gashes I find myself thinking;
she must have suffered greatly before he gave her the luxury of death.
The
butcher makes his exit, presumably he is heading back to the kitchen,
thoughts of escape start rattling through my mind, I window I came in
is in a different room, I would have to go back into the hallway and
cross the puddle of blood, the window in this room is in many separate
parts, I could attempt to break it, but I would be running the risk of
angering and alerting the beast. As I think up my escape I find myself
drawn to the once happy blond swinging from the chandelier like a
carcass ready for slaughter and distribution. I stare into her dead and
lifeless eyes. They blink and stare back, her face raises as she tries
to assess her situation. Did she see me? No she couldn't have, it's to
dark. The master has returned after his short hiatus.
The
butcher is dragging another woman, fully clothed in elegant dress that
fits her no less than perfectly. He places the her on a chair and tucks
her in, like the waiter at a fancy restaurant or a gentleman treating
his beloved like a queen. The demon butcher continues to light a
candle. I take another look at the poor girl swinging from the ceiling,
her face filled with fear and anguish, tears rolling down her face. My
weak stomach kicks in and vomit dribbles from my mouth followed by a
foul wretch. That's when the demon spoke "Oh Misure, you must pardon my bad
manners, I never realized we had company. Tell me, are you hungry?"
I can't believe I had to post this again. Yes, it was written by me so it probably sucks. Criticism and suggestions welcome.
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Re: Happy Halloween!
by japsa Sat Oct 31, 2009 1:26 pm
I'm a fucking thief, so what? It’s an honest living; I don't lie about
my occupation. No, I'm not a crack head and no I'm not desperate for
money. I do what I do because I do it very well. Unlike most of my Ilk,
I don't break into some shitty apartment to take a worthless shit-box
TV. No, I hit where the big money lies. There’s a fancy part of the
city Coralroad. That’s where I can go shopping for a few thousand
dollar suits. Treat myself to some one-of-a-kind jewelry. Not
forgetting the spoiled little brats bedroom, my pick of games consoles
and wide variety of games. Then there’s the living room, 50-something
Inch TV, and a fancy new stereo. It’s a good job, I drive a van!
So
I work surveillance for a couple weeks. normally I'm just checking for
patterns but there’s been no activity the whole week. It must be my
lucky day. I reverse my van onto the drive, passers-by aren’t exactly
going to notice. Then straight over the fence to the back garden, I'm
not too lucky inconsiderate bastards didn't even leave a window open.
So I smash it, a caving in window doesn't make as much noise as you'd
think. I got two possible situations ones a lot more likely than the
other, there on vacation or there not feeling well, well they must feel
like death not to leave the house in over a week. Now before I start
bagging stuff I need to have a little look around, make sure I'm alone.
I start up the stairs as I hit the top; a pan crashes to the floor, its
coming from the kitchen.
I take a couple of deep breaths, and
creep down to investigate. The kitchen is immaculate, not a hair out of
place. I blame my paranoia; I thought I was passed that. I return
upstairs and take a gander into their rooms. I sure know how to pick
‘em, that luck has come back, 2 laptops in the master bedroom. On the
dressing table in plain view a gold mine. A massive smirk creeps across
my face. Again, either I'm really on edge, or. . . no it's not
possible. My mood is suddenly turned I hear the sound of something
being dragged from downstairs, It’s not constant it must be heavy, like
someone’s moving furniture. So I slither to the top of the stairs and
peer down, a trail, a dark trail. I sneak down the stairs to get a
better view, its blood. A trail of blood so thick it’s chilling.
There’s just so much, So much blood Its Impossible to say which
direction it leads. I choose, and follow.
The trail of lost life
leads me to the living room. I follow it cautiously, doing all I can to
avoid stepping in the lifeless void. There I am tiptoeing into the
living room, how Ironic. I look up, I wish I didn't. Too my twisted
luck I chose the right path. There it was lying on the table. Legs and
arms bound with razor wire, nothing else, no Body. "arghhhhhhh" echoed
from the kitchen followed by a Suffering scream that pierced my ears
and left me panicked and scared. I wasted no time and hid in the closet
like a child playing hide and seek.
The closet doors are
slightly ajar, if I closed them it might have made some unnecessary
noise. I only have a brief wait but it felt like an eternity, The beast
of a man enters the room. standing in the doorway he scans the room,
presumably looking for me, he stands tall, this hairy creature. Wearing
a blood drenched apron and clutching his instrument of the trade in his
left hand, a macabre cleaver big enough to dismember an elephant. I
close my eyes and grip then tightly shut in some pathetic childish
belief that he wont be able to see me. That noise, the dragging noise.
The demon-man makes his way to the center of the living room, running
from his right hand is a short length of barbed wire, wrapped around
the long innocent legs of a young woman. He lifts the woman with
nothing but his one arm and hooks her to the chandelier. The poor
woman, as i admire the bruises, cuts and gashes I find myself thinking;
she must have suffered greatly before he gave her the luxury of death.
The
butcher makes his exit, presumably he is heading back to the kitchen,
thoughts of escape start rattling through my mind, I window I came in
is in a different room, I would have to go back into the hallway and
cross the puddle of blood, the window in this room is in many separate
parts, I could attempt to break it, but I would be running the risk of
angering and alerting the beast. As I think up my escape I find myself
drawn to the once happy blond swinging from the chandelier like a
carcass ready for slaughter and distribution. I stare into her dead and
lifeless eyes. They blink and stare back, her face raises as she tries
to assess her situation. Did she see me? No she couldn't have, it's to
dark. The master has returned after his short hiatus.
The
butcher is dragging another woman, fully clothed in elegant dress that
fits her no less than perfectly. He places the her on a chair and tucks
her in, like the waiter at a fancy restaurant or a gentleman treating
his beloved like a queen. The demon butcher continues to light a
candle. I take another look at the poor girl swinging from the ceiling,
her face filled with fear and anguish, tears rolling down her face. My
weak stomach kicks in and vomit dribbles from my mouth followed by a
foul wretch. That's when the demon spoke "Oh Misure, you must pardon my bad
manners, I never realized we had company. Tell me, are you hungry?"
I can't believe I had to post this again. Yes, it was written by me so it probably sucks. Criticism and suggestions welcome.
my occupation. No, I'm not a crack head and no I'm not desperate for
money. I do what I do because I do it very well. Unlike most of my Ilk,
I don't break into some shitty apartment to take a worthless shit-box
TV. No, I hit where the big money lies. There’s a fancy part of the
city Coralroad. That’s where I can go shopping for a few thousand
dollar suits. Treat myself to some one-of-a-kind jewelry. Not
forgetting the spoiled little brats bedroom, my pick of games consoles
and wide variety of games. Then there’s the living room, 50-something
Inch TV, and a fancy new stereo. It’s a good job, I drive a van!
So
I work surveillance for a couple weeks. normally I'm just checking for
patterns but there’s been no activity the whole week. It must be my
lucky day. I reverse my van onto the drive, passers-by aren’t exactly
going to notice. Then straight over the fence to the back garden, I'm
not too lucky inconsiderate bastards didn't even leave a window open.
So I smash it, a caving in window doesn't make as much noise as you'd
think. I got two possible situations ones a lot more likely than the
other, there on vacation or there not feeling well, well they must feel
like death not to leave the house in over a week. Now before I start
bagging stuff I need to have a little look around, make sure I'm alone.
I start up the stairs as I hit the top; a pan crashes to the floor, its
coming from the kitchen.
I take a couple of deep breaths, and
creep down to investigate. The kitchen is immaculate, not a hair out of
place. I blame my paranoia; I thought I was passed that. I return
upstairs and take a gander into their rooms. I sure know how to pick
‘em, that luck has come back, 2 laptops in the master bedroom. On the
dressing table in plain view a gold mine. A massive smirk creeps across
my face. Again, either I'm really on edge, or. . . no it's not
possible. My mood is suddenly turned I hear the sound of something
being dragged from downstairs, It’s not constant it must be heavy, like
someone’s moving furniture. So I slither to the top of the stairs and
peer down, a trail, a dark trail. I sneak down the stairs to get a
better view, its blood. A trail of blood so thick it’s chilling.
There’s just so much, So much blood Its Impossible to say which
direction it leads. I choose, and follow.
The trail of lost life
leads me to the living room. I follow it cautiously, doing all I can to
avoid stepping in the lifeless void. There I am tiptoeing into the
living room, how Ironic. I look up, I wish I didn't. Too my twisted
luck I chose the right path. There it was lying on the table. Legs and
arms bound with razor wire, nothing else, no Body. "arghhhhhhh" echoed
from the kitchen followed by a Suffering scream that pierced my ears
and left me panicked and scared. I wasted no time and hid in the closet
like a child playing hide and seek.
The closet doors are
slightly ajar, if I closed them it might have made some unnecessary
noise. I only have a brief wait but it felt like an eternity, The beast
of a man enters the room. standing in the doorway he scans the room,
presumably looking for me, he stands tall, this hairy creature. Wearing
a blood drenched apron and clutching his instrument of the trade in his
left hand, a macabre cleaver big enough to dismember an elephant. I
close my eyes and grip then tightly shut in some pathetic childish
belief that he wont be able to see me. That noise, the dragging noise.
The demon-man makes his way to the center of the living room, running
from his right hand is a short length of barbed wire, wrapped around
the long innocent legs of a young woman. He lifts the woman with
nothing but his one arm and hooks her to the chandelier. The poor
woman, as i admire the bruises, cuts and gashes I find myself thinking;
she must have suffered greatly before he gave her the luxury of death.
The
butcher makes his exit, presumably he is heading back to the kitchen,
thoughts of escape start rattling through my mind, I window I came in
is in a different room, I would have to go back into the hallway and
cross the puddle of blood, the window in this room is in many separate
parts, I could attempt to break it, but I would be running the risk of
angering and alerting the beast. As I think up my escape I find myself
drawn to the once happy blond swinging from the chandelier like a
carcass ready for slaughter and distribution. I stare into her dead and
lifeless eyes. They blink and stare back, her face raises as she tries
to assess her situation. Did she see me? No she couldn't have, it's to
dark. The master has returned after his short hiatus.
The
butcher is dragging another woman, fully clothed in elegant dress that
fits her no less than perfectly. He places the her on a chair and tucks
her in, like the waiter at a fancy restaurant or a gentleman treating
his beloved like a queen. The demon butcher continues to light a
candle. I take another look at the poor girl swinging from the ceiling,
her face filled with fear and anguish, tears rolling down her face. My
weak stomach kicks in and vomit dribbles from my mouth followed by a
foul wretch. That's when the demon spoke "Oh Misure, you must pardon my bad
manners, I never realized we had company. Tell me, are you hungry?"
I can't believe I had to post this again. Yes, it was written by me so it probably sucks. Criticism and suggestions welcome.
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Re: Happy Halloween!
by SilverAntari Sat Oct 31, 2009 1:29 pm
I'll edit in later (Or Alex will do it [In a Spoiler Tag please!]) 'cause I'm going to the movie store....
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Re: Happy Halloween!
by Sajextryus Sat Oct 31, 2009 3:20 pm
I wrote a very good script before. Here is something I wrote about it previously (the one I'm talking about is "Project Night"
I recently wrote scripts for a short phsycological horror film I'm shooting right now called "Noise", and another horror film that's point of view is from a video camcorder I carry with me throughout the film. It's called "Project Night". It starts as me recording a video project when I bring some of my friends to my house and everyone else is missing. All the cars are still there, but every one is missing. As the film progresses, more mysterious activities continue, beginning with other people going missing, power going out, doors being locked, objects being moved, and apparitions outside, along with violent and gruesome scenes where characters think others aren't telling the truth and think that they will kill them, so they try killing each other in one of the scenes using furniture in the house while the camera is sideways, on the floor, viewing the scene crudely from this angle. This scene ends when we hear this loud noise from outside and see the tall lamp shattered, but they realize that was not what made the noise, as they heard shattering after this noise. This scene is in the middle of the film (about an hour in).
The ending is a very disturbing scene where I'm in some store I broke into (for once I managed to get out, everyone in the town is gone, isolating me and making me all alone in the whole city) and I hear this noise that keeps on getting progressively louder. I begin to scream for the noise to stop. I'm trying to run away, but I run into this hall filled with slip knots and nails. I'm freaking out. I turn around and I see the apparition. I try running, but when another apparition is at the end of the hall. I try to find a way out, but fall and stab my neck on a nail on the wall, killing me. The camera falls and records for the next 71 seconds (71 plays a key role we are trying to figure out why these occurrences are happening) while my body is on the floor bleeding. Pretty dark, don't you think? I took quite a while to write the script. The runtime is 2 hours for this project. I'm not posting the full script until I finish this project.
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Re: Happy Halloween!
by Leonhardt Sat Oct 31, 2009 3:23 pm
Wait, shouldn't this thread be about discussing our plans for Halloween? Like what we're doing, who we're going as and such?
I mean with a Thread Title like "Happy Halloween!", it's what one would expect.
Cause I'm going as Captain Falcon.
Show me ya moves!
I mean with a Thread Title like "Happy Halloween!", it's what one would expect.
Cause I'm going as Captain Falcon.
Show me ya moves!
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Re: Happy Halloween!
by japsa Sat Oct 31, 2009 3:25 pm
Sounded good until you mentioned how it's based around a number =[
@Leon: Don't forget, FALCO, PAWWWNCH
@Leon: Don't forget, FALCO, PAWWWNCH
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Re: Happy Halloween!
by Sajextryus Sat Oct 31, 2009 3:36 pm
Well think about it. 71. 71 minutes. First disappearance is at 12 AM. Second one at 1:11. Third one at 2:22. Fourth one at 3:33. Fifth one at 4:44. Sixth one at 5:55. Last one at 7:06 (well, it's more of a death than a disappearance). All the disappearances are spread apart by 71 minutes each. And each disappearance (not counting the death) occurs when all 3 numbers on the clock are the same. 71 is like 11 in a way. 11, 22, 33, 44, 55, 66, 77, 88, 99. Also, when we use 71 minutes, because there are 60 minutes in an hour, we get 7:06, which is equal to 6 hours and 66 minutes into the day.japsa wrote:Sounded good until you mentioned how it's based around a number =[
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Re: Happy Halloween!
by Leonhardt Sat Oct 31, 2009 3:44 pm
Just like the movie "The Number 23" starring Jim Carrey.
YYES!
SHOW ME YA MOVES
YYES!
SHOW ME YA MOVES
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Re: Happy Halloween!
by japsa Sat Oct 31, 2009 3:53 pm
The idea is original but abused at the same time! I would go and watch it though!
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Re: Happy Halloween!
by Sajextryus Sat Oct 31, 2009 4:01 pm
Abused?japsa wrote:The idea is original but abused at the same time! I would go and watch it though!
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Re: Happy Halloween!
by SilverAntari Sat Oct 31, 2009 4:33 pm
Please give a name to your stories, people!
Heres mine (Its in the form of a news broadcast):
__________________________________________________________
"Fingers"
Count your fingers.
If you have any more than ten, kill yourself or atleast lock yourself in a room and throw away the key.
Continuesly count your fingers. You may have 10 now, but in a few minutes a new one might appear. You wont see it growing, it will just appear. You'll be able to feel it, but it will feel like you've had it all along and you wont notice it.
Once you get an 11th finger, you start to kill. in the past 6 hours we've had over 6,000 deaths were the murderer had 11 fingers. Sometimes they go after loeved ones and sometimes its random.
From what information we've gathered, you start to get the urge to kill after 40 seconds of having your 11th finger. At first you'll be normal, but eventually you'll become mindless and start to only think about your goal.
Don't just count your fingers though. Count other people's too. If you see someone with another finger - get out. Get as far away as possible. If you confrunt them about it and they say they wont get the urge to kill - don't believe them. If they say that cutting the new finger off will stop them - don't believe them. Just get away or kill them.
From what we've gathered, there is no way to "Catch" the finger and there is no real discision made about who gets an 11th finger. Ever 6 minutes somebody gets one. There is also no known way to get rid of the finger and the urge to kill. We suggestion you lock yourself away until a cure is found.
Thank you.
Heres mine (Its in the form of a news broadcast):
__________________________________________________________
"Fingers"
Count your fingers.
If you have any more than ten, kill yourself or atleast lock yourself in a room and throw away the key.
Continuesly count your fingers. You may have 10 now, but in a few minutes a new one might appear. You wont see it growing, it will just appear. You'll be able to feel it, but it will feel like you've had it all along and you wont notice it.
Once you get an 11th finger, you start to kill. in the past 6 hours we've had over 6,000 deaths were the murderer had 11 fingers. Sometimes they go after loeved ones and sometimes its random.
From what information we've gathered, you start to get the urge to kill after 40 seconds of having your 11th finger. At first you'll be normal, but eventually you'll become mindless and start to only think about your goal.
Don't just count your fingers though. Count other people's too. If you see someone with another finger - get out. Get as far away as possible. If you confrunt them about it and they say they wont get the urge to kill - don't believe them. If they say that cutting the new finger off will stop them - don't believe them. Just get away or kill them.
From what we've gathered, there is no way to "Catch" the finger and there is no real discision made about who gets an 11th finger. Ever 6 minutes somebody gets one. There is also no known way to get rid of the finger and the urge to kill. We suggestion you lock yourself away until a cure is found.
Thank you.
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Re: Happy Halloween!
by Sajextryus Sat Oct 31, 2009 4:35 pm
Oh noes! My sister has an eleventh finger now! But nothing is different, really. She doesn't behave different. Weird.SilverAntari wrote:Please give a name to your stories, people!
Heres mine (Its in the form of a news broadcast):
__________________________________________________________
"Fingers"
Count your fingers.
If you have any more than ten, kill yourself or atleast lock yourself in a room and throw away the key.
Continuesly count your fingers. You may have 10 now, but in a few minutes a new one might appear. You wont see it growing, it will just appear. You'll be able to feel it, but it will feel like you've had it all along and you wont notice it.
Once you get an 11th finger, you start to kill. in the past 6 hours we've had over 6,000 deaths were the murderer had 11 fingers. Sometimes they go after loeved ones and sometimes its random.
From what information we've gathered, you start to get the urge to kill after 40 seconds of having your 11th finger. At first you'll be normal, but eventually you'll become mindless and start to only think about your goal.
Don't just count your fingers though. Count other people's too. If you see someone with another finger - get out. Get as far away as possible. If you confrunt them about it and they say they wont get the urge to kill - don't believe them. If they say that cutting the new finger off will stop them - don't believe them. Just get a way or kill them.
From what we've gathered, there is no way to "Catch" the finger and there is no real discision made about who gets an 11th finger. Ever 6 minutes somebody gets one. There is also no known way to get rid of the finger and the urge to kill. We suggestion you lock yourself away until a cure is found.
Thank you.
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Re: Happy Halloween!
by SilverAntari Sat Oct 31, 2009 4:36 pm
They change after about 40 seconds. They seem normal at first, but they will try to kill SOON!
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Re: Happy Halloween!
by Sajextryus Sat Oct 31, 2009 4:37 pm
Also, that reminded me of the film, "The Signal". That movie was incredibly violent and gory and also very disturbing.
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Re: Happy Halloween!
by Leonhardt Sat Oct 31, 2009 4:38 pm
Shouldnt this at least be moved to the creativity section?
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Re: Happy Halloween!
by Sajextryus Sat Oct 31, 2009 4:38 pm
That's the thing. She already tries killing me. Even before that finger. It seems it has no effect on her. Guess she's immune.SilverAntari wrote:They change after about 40 seconds. They seem normal at first, but they will try to kill SOON!
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Re: Happy Halloween!
by SilverAntari Sat Oct 31, 2009 4:39 pm
Its not just about the contest though.....
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Re: Happy Halloween!
by japsa Sat Oct 31, 2009 4:43 pm
SilverAntari wrote:Please give a name to your stories, people!
Heres mine (Its in the form of a news broadcast):
__________________________________________________________
"Fingers"
Count your fingers.
If you have any more than ten, kill yourself or atleast lock yourself in a room and throw away the key.
Continuesly count your fingers. You may have 10 now, but in a few minutes a new one might appear. You wont see it growing, it will just appear. You'll be able to feel it, but it will feel like you've had it all along and you wont notice it.
Once you get an 11th finger, you start to kill. in the past 6 hours we've had over 6,000 deaths were the murderer had 11 fingers. Sometimes they go after loeved ones and sometimes its random.
From what information we've gathered, you start to get the urge to kill after 40 seconds of having your 11th finger. At first you'll be normal, but eventually you'll become mindless and start to only think about your goal.
Don't just count your fingers though. Count other people's too. If you see someone with another finger - get out. Get as far away as possible. If you confrunt them about it and they say they wont get the urge to kill - don't believe them. If they say that cutting the new finger off will stop them - don't believe them. Just get away or kill them.
From what we've gathered, there is no way to "Catch" the finger and there is no real discision made about who gets an 11th finger. Ever 6 minutes somebody gets one. There is also no known way to get rid of the finger and the urge to kill. We suggestion you lock yourself away until a cure is found.
Thank you.
Just a few typos!
That was pretty creepy. Twice through reading I couldn't help but glimpse at my hands, weird!
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Re: Happy Halloween!
by SilverAntari Sat Oct 31, 2009 4:50 pm
Go fuck yourself - I don't have Google Crome.
I'm glad you liked it.
I'm glad you liked it.
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