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AxMxK
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Did anyone else mention/think that the girl in that hallway corner with the flashing lights was Damsel?

Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 6:57 am

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AxMxK wrote:

Did anyone else mention/think that the girl in that hallway corner with the flashing lights was Damsel?

That seems to be the general consensus. Who else do we know that wears pink headgear in this series?

Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 7:08 am

elizibar
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Autokrator wrote:

That seems to be the general consensus. Who else do we know that wears pink headgear in this series?

Vince, when he wants to be absolutely fabulous with his beard.

Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 7:39 am

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elizibar wrote:

Autokrator wrote:

That seems to be the general consensus. Who else do we know that wears pink headgear in this series?

Vince, when he wants to be absolutely fabulous with his beard.

Infinite bloody hells, man, are you crazy? Shocked

They read this thread, for Yog's sake. Do you WANT them to start appearing in their next few videos wearing prada? We just put the Evance abomination to a violent rest, we don't need that eldritch horror being reborn.

Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 8:24 am

elizibar
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Autokrator wrote:

Infinite bloody hells, man, are you crazy? Shocked

...Yes, yes I do.

That'd make a good silly video. "The Slendy Wears Prada"

Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 8:29 am

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elizibar wrote:

Autokrator wrote:

Infinite bloody hells, man, are you crazy? Shocked

...Yes, yes I do.

That'd make a good silly video. "The Slendy Wears Prada"

They already made something like that. It was called Splendorman and it added an entirely new dimension of horror to the Mythos.

Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 8:34 am

elizibar
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Autokrator wrote:

They already made something like that. It was called Splendorman and it added an entirely new dimension of horror to the Mythos.

hahah I'd almost forgotten about that.

Spoiler (Rollover to View):

Alex leaned his head in, resting it on Jeff's shoulder. "Brother," he whispered, "I think I have a problem."

Jeff shrugged, staring at the wall as he monotoned, "Jessa..."

"My problem is... I need you..." With that last utterance, Alex suddenly lifted his head and kissed Jeff firmly on the lips. The video camera was recording, but was not the only outside observer.

Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 8:42 am

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elizibar wrote:

Autokrator wrote:

They already made something like that. It was called Splendorman and it added an entirely new dimension of horror to the Mythos.

hahah I'd almost forgotten about that.

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>.> The Emperor frowns on your heresy.

Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 8:48 am

Anonymousity
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Ignore: elizibar. Smile

Thoughts:

- there definitely is a morse message in there, and I think adah WAS right.

- that is a rabbit, and no bouncing ball.

- the water thing... I still can't fit in the underwater scene!!

- the bag-head could very well be a creepypasta...

UH, found one, gonna post it in next post cause of length...

Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 9:06 am

Anonymousity
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I was 18 when I started smoking weed. My friends and I would just roll out through the streets of my city, blasting rap music, reminiscing about fun times as well as making our own as we went. We would pick up a sack, get some cigarillos, grab some munch food and just take a 2 hour drive through the backroads on the outskirts of my hometown.

Having just graduated high school, I considered these the most fun times of my life because I had never gotten high when I was still in school. It was a new experience, and I can easily say that pot has had a major influence on the way that I think and see situations.

So as you can imagine, when I got busted with an O in my car, I was pretty upset. I couldn't even fathom a life without marijuana now. But at the same time, it was a really dumb idea to just smoke out in a vehicle where you're pretty much easy prey for the cops to catch you.

We all got a major scare from this, as one of my friends that was with me got hit with a 20 sack as well. We all still wanted to smoke the ganj of course, but we had to find a safer way of going about it. We couldn't at our houses; our parents were a little strict about that kind of stuff.

Around this time, we all were playiing basketball on a daily basis, being summer and all. The normal place that we went to to play was really an inside swimming pool with a basketball court up the hill from it. Near the entrance to the pool building, there is a small playground near the woods. The woods themselves served as a kind of public nature preserve that had many trails throughout that all eventually connected with eachother and led out to 3 different exits.

This was already a regular smoke spot for people in the area already; we were always seeing people our age walking up the trail that was next to the basketball court into the woods, only to come back out 30 minutes later with the tell tale signs of stoners. We also saw this as the perfect place to smoke, and one night, decided to try it out.

It was my friends Kyle, Bailey, and I who went into the woods at about 11 at night or so; the girls were too scared to go there at that time. We walked for about half an hour or so, taking in the sights and surroundings, looking at the various signs posted describing what types of plants and such were nearby.

Eventually, all of the paths seemed to lead into a big circle. This was kind of a surprise to me, because the woods seemed a lot larger than the trails gave justice to. We were about to go ahead and find a place to sit so we could light up, until I noticed a somewhat hidden path that was blocked by a fallen tree branch. It was also partially hidden by leaves because it didnt even seem like a path until we started to walk it.

The trail eventually split two ways, both of which we went. To the right, a crude path led to a dead end called Honeysuckle Hollow (or so the signs depicted), while going straight led to an open area, about 40 feet or so wide, and in a circular fashion. There were signs there naming the wildlife again, but there was a sign which said "Leaves of Three: Let It Be," which we thought was kind of funny. We found a large stone bench type of thing and proceeded to spark the blunts. We started making jokes about the sign, and even named ourselves the 3 leaves after the sign, since there were 3 of us. There was another sign that showed a few different types of flowers, the top one named Larkspur. We decided to name this place "The Lark" from that point on, and after we were finished smoking, we left.

It became a regular thing smoking in the Lark. We found a trailhead (the 3rd exit) and it was pretty much a shorter way to get to our destination. This was satisfactory for awhile, but eventually we all became interested in going deeper into these woods. There was still one more trail that was the opposite direction of the entrance to the Lark, so one day we followed it.

Not surprisingly, we passed more signs, and finally came to a wooden platform, which I can only really describe as a boat dock for fishing. It had 3 benches and was surrounded by a wooden railing, about 15 by 15. This became our new place to smoke, as it offered a more comfortable place to sit and it was obviously further from the open area. There was still one more trail that ran beside this wooden platform, but it was really hard to spot because, I thought, it was just rarely ever walked.

As time went by, my curiousity of the trail heightened. My friends weren't really interested, as the whole point of this place was to smoke, not to explore. But my mind was made up. I wanted to know what other cool stuff lie in wait in these woods. It felt like I had a strong desire to just have some kind of closure on the trails: I wanted to see everything these woods had to offer. What a mistake.

One day after work, I decided to walk to the pool and through the trails to finish the trails. I had a blunt rolled up already for this adventure, and I sparked it as I got to the wooden platform. The "path" led downhill, and around some trees, then made a sharp incline upwards. There were a few somewhat visible trails that split in a lot of different directions, but none of them were really definable. I decided to just keep going straight, which was actually a pretty difficult walk, which I can now safely call a hike.

I knew that the real trails made by the Park Preservation Foundation ended at that wooden platform, because there were no signs anywhere after that point. In my mind, I thought these trails were made by other curious people (probably other stoners). Looking back, I don't know why I thought it was such a good idea to explore these trails, especially alone.

I had been smoking and walking this uphill incline for about ten minutes, examining the scenery in hopes of finding something, anything that looked interesting. But there was nothing but nature. I started to reach the top of the area, and I was about 1/4 the way through with the blunt. In other words, in the beginning stages of stonage.

At the top, the ground level was normal, but I could see that about 50 feet in front of me, there was an opening. The opening looked like it led out of the woods, but I had walked a pretty great distance; I honestly had no clue what to expect when I walked out.

As I exited the woods, I found myself in a very large, and again, circular area surrounded by trees. This area's circumference I could only estimate as being the length of 3 football fields. In all directions, all I could see past this clearing were trees. As I started to look around, I noticed two things. About 30 feet straight in front of me, there was a plain looking building, similar in size to a large one story house. Looking to my left, a small path led over to a fenced area. This is what caught my eye the most, because it was an inward barbed fence, that had caution signs on it warning about electricity.

Inside of the fenced area, there was a stone square with 4 of these things on it that resembled something like a generator or a heating unit. Directly to the left of these generators was a tall outpost. I remember thinking that it looked like what you would see guards standing on at a prison, watching for escapees. What I saw next got my blood pumping a little bit. On top of this tower, there was a windsock, which is used to detect aircraft.

I could only question what I was seeing. Why would a place out in the middle of the woods need an aircraft detector? Why were the barbed wires bet inwards? What the hell even was this place?

As I thought to myself, I took my last hit of the blunt, and was at the peak of my buzz. I walked along side of the fencing, and saw a ramp running along side of the stone platform leading to an apparent underground facility.

I'm not an idiot: I wasn't going to go adventuring underground in an unknown place to me, especially since it was obviously meant to keep people in, not out. But I was still intruiged, and a little scared at the same time. I decided to walk out towards the building I had first noticed. As I approached it, I discerned that there were actually no signs; no markings of any kind to help me figure out what it was for.

I always try to rationalize situations, but at this point I was getting wary. There were no exits to this place other than the one I came in from, and the idea of some crazed killer or something taking refuge in this building while I'm out of screaming distance would have normally jolted me. But I was high as a kite, and felt no fear.

The door seemed like it was locked, but after a few seconds of yanking at the handle, I got it open. As soon as I opened the door, I nearly fell down as I heard/saw two deer run from out of the far end of the woods to the north, towards another section to the east. My heart racing, I thought about the deer. They were the first animals of any kind that I had even ever seen in these woods. I found the fact odd to say the least, yet dismissed it as animals fearing human contact. I steeled myself, and entered the building.

The first thing that I noticed was that the inside of the building did not portray what the outside did. I looked around and saw all kind sof machinery and computers that looked pretty advanced, at least in my eyes. It reminded me of a scientific laboratory, and I kind of started to get a sick feeling, so I immediately left the building.

At this point, I didn't have that curious feeling anymore. In fact, the feeling I had was more like paranoia. As if my worst fears were coming true, I heard a door open. I immediately realized that it was the door that lead to the underground facility, and instinctively I hid behind the building I had just exited. I saw two men wearing Hazmat suits walking towards the fence that led to the open area. They proceeded to walk towards the furthest end of this clearing from the only exit. The seemed to open some kind of latch on the ground, and then I saw it.

In chains, these two scientists or whatever the hell they were pulled out a man with a black bag over his head, arms chained behind his back along with chains on his ankles. He seemed to have been drugged; he could barely stand or utter anything legible. I couldn't really tell what they were doing, but it looked like they were drawing his blood or something of that nature. I'm really glad that I decided not to explore the building, because one of the two scientists walked to the building, luckily the opposite side of it that I was hiding on, and went inside. I don't know how I can relate to you how genuinely scared I was.

After the one scientist went inside the building, I watched the other one. He seemed to be acting the part of a doctor; checking vitals, eyes, the inside of the mans mouth, etc. I didn't know what to think really. I just stood there and prayed I would have a chance to get out of this place. I then heard the door open again.

I watched as the scientist walked over to his colleague and shake his head in disappointment. The scientist who was checking the prisoners vitals and what-not proceeded to pull out a silenced pistol, and shoot the man in the head, dropping him cold.

I almost screamed. I could not even fathom what I was seeing, and believe me, I knew what I was seeing was legit. I watched these men carry the body all the way from the latch they pulled him from, over to the fenced underground area, and down the ramp through the door. As I saw the door shut, I fucking booked it. I ran all the way from the side of the building I hid behind through the clearing, hoping that no one would see me. As I reached the incline that now would slant sharply downhill, I didn't give a fuck. My adrenaline running rampant, I took long strides as I ran at pretty much a 45 degree angle downhill. I didn't stop when I reached the wooden platform signalling the end of the actual trails, nor did I stop when I reached the Lark. I didn't even stop when I was out of the woods altogether, running all the way to where the playground area was.

I finally stopped to catch my breath, and to take in what I had just seen. I thought about going to the police, but something about that place screamed "top secret government research" in my head. I thought that I might be killed just for seeing what I had seen. I had no clue what to think, and without being able to tell my friends what happened, I just plain refused to smoke in any part of those woods anymore.

If you are like me, and you smoke weed every day, you know what it does to your mind. You do not hallucinate. You do not see things that are not there, let alone what I had seen. I knew that what I had seen was something sinister and secret, yet I reveal this to you all now, years later.

I have become extremely paranoid. When I see people, I immediately think that they are working for the government. I feel like I can't trust anyone. I am at the point to where if I don't do something drastic, I will end up killing myself.

I've decided to go back to that place, during the night this time. I'm confident that no one saw me the first time, that's why I've been safe all these years. What I saw happened in daylight, so I can only imagine what kind of experiments or whatever it is they are doing there goes on during the night. This is the first message I am sending out to you all, and my second detailing what I discover tonight will be sent when I return.

Wish me luck.

I also found this:

Quote:

I once woke up to see a small child standing by my window. He looked so messed up. He had a bag on his head, with one hole for his tongue to hang, dripping, out of.
Basically he started licking me window with his tongue, and I swear I could tell he was staring at me even through the bag. He began banging on the glass too.
I was so scared I couldn't move. I wanted to scream but no sound came out.

Finally a young woman, probably only nineteen maybe younger even, dressed in a very conservative, almost drab brown dress hurried down the street and grabbed the boy by the wrist. She turned back once to look in at me, with an apologetic expression on her face.

I never saw Baghead again, and we've since moved towns, but I still can't help but let my imagination get the better of me, sometimes at night, when I hear the wind banging on the window in the dark.

Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 9:07 am

JustaGuest
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Mira wrote:

It looks like two people attempting to tag-team drown a third person.

That might be meaning 2 people (Vince & Evan) are bringing one (Jeff) deeper on the situation that they are already.

Somebody noticed that the walls on that place were both Evan(assuming) and Damsel (affirming) are trapped are the same one on this photo? http://canyouseethewords.com/post/1082765695/a-few-weeks-ago-my-professor-keeps-asking-me-if-i

That place don't look like a mental ward. Not much of uniforms or any kind of id on them.

Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 9:12 am

elizibar
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Anonymousity wrote:

Ignore: elizibar. Smile

You can't handle the truth!

And good catch on the creepy pasta

Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 9:14 am

Hopper
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elizibar wrote:

Autokrator wrote:

They already made something like that. It was called Splendorman and it added an entirely new dimension of horror to the Mythos.

hahah I'd almost forgotten about that.

Spoiler (Rollover to View):

ON TOPIC, PEOPLE

or get thee to the Off Topic Thread

Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 9:15 am

NoMoreGaems
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Hmmmmmm... neither sounds very relevant. The first one's more a location creepypasta, and we're dealing with a possible monster, and the other is just... kinda funny, really.

Maybe I was just being paranoid. This sorta video really does that to ya.

Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 9:18 am

SolDL
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JustaGuest wrote:

Mira wrote:

It looks like two people attempting to tag-team drown a third person.

Good catch. Though, I do suspect it's just a filming location issue, not an actual setting.

Posted: Sat Nov 13, 2010 9:22 am

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