Dizzle229

C'mon, Hex. You can troll better than that. I've seen you do better.

I like my women like I like my /fg/ forum. Great fun that can be put aside when it gets too annoying. 4chan.

Drugs are bad, m'kay. Unless Cool Ranch Doritos count, those things rule.

Aren't you Scottish? How in the hell did someone confuse you for Mexican?

Some girl that goes to my school killed herself on Saturday because some other girls were making fun of her on facebook. According to her friends this was the only form the bullying took, and it only happened a few times before. Unless there's something that hasn't been said, I have no sympathy for this person. It's the coward's way out, especially for something this stupid, and even more because she never made an attempt to report it or fight back. The worst part? There was an announcement imploring us to be kind to each other. "Maybe some good will come of this afterall", I thought. Unfortunately, once again, I put way too much faith in these oxen that like to call themselves people. They immediately went home and made a facebook page mocking her.

Just now walking home from school I realized: Windchimes creep me right the hell out.

Today, I set out to think of a name for a dictator that's also really cool. How do you guys feel about Broseph Stalin?

Can you please give warning with links like that? I had company when I clicked it. :wall: #-o The site itself wasn't bad (yet). But there was a rather X-rated advertisement. Really? I checked for things before that might break rules, and I didn't see it. I'm removing the link while I search again.

People really underrate 4chan. They all just take a look at /b/ and think the whole site is like that. /x/ can be pretty [bleep]ing awesome. Infinite supply of scareh. [removed until further notice]

Found out one of the original L4D characters might die in the new L4D2 DLC. Now ima sad panda.

Rocky Horror Picture Show. Wtf.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VfCYZ3pks48&feature=player_embedded# BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

Am I the only one that noticed the huge URL on the front?

Alright, one more before we get back to the really creepy stuff. Somewhere, in the Western part of Philadelphia, there is a small children's playground. In the middle of this playground, is a small basketball court, with a single ball sitting in the middle. You must pick up this ball, and shoot some hoops with it. Before long, you will be approached by a group of hooligans, who will challenge you to a fight, which you must accept. Upon the conclusion of the fight, you must then go home and relay these events to your mother. Out of fear, she will send you to live with your aunt and uncle, who live in a district of Los Angeles. If you follow these instructions, your life will get flip-turned upside-down. (couldn't find the whole thing)

Convo with friend. Made me lol.

A FEW YEARS AGO A MAN WAS WALING DOWN A ROAD BECAUSE HIS CAR BROKE DOWN AND HE SAW A CAR COMING UP BEHIND HIM SO HE STUCK OUT HIS THUMB TO HITCH HIKE AND THE CAR STOPPED AHEAD OF HIM. HE RAN UP TO THE PASSENGER SIDE AND OPENED THE DOOR. WHEN HE OPENED THE DOOR A SKELETON POPPED OUT!

Lurk moar. IN WEST PHILADELPHIA BORN AND RAISED

My mom went out and bought me a graphing calculator for $110. Not really worth it, imo, but it's useful. I want to ask for a RAM upgrade for my birthday, but I'm not sure how much it would be. I currently have 3GB, which is decent, but I want to be able to do more in Gmod.

Probably the next episode.

So the new episode of South Park is almost over, and I have to say, it started off boring, but got really funny at the midway point. Opinions so far?

Bad music is music that doesn't make you feel an emotion.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kBfxl_T6ldg&NR=1

Go. And be sure to wear a monocle and top hat, and talk with a British accent. Post vids afterward.

Then allow me. :smile: [hide]There is a moment each leap year, at exactly three minutes past three on the morning of February twenty-ninth. If you possess the courage, await that moment in darkened room, with no other present. At that moment, the darkness will deepen. If you were to hold your hand directly before your face, you would not see a thing. But you must not do so. No, for that would be to waste the moment. Instead you must reach out, into that impenetrable darkness. And it will reach out to you. An unseen hand will grasp yours. You must not flinch away, nor tighten your grasp. To do so will only slough away more of the decrepit flesh that covers it, and anger its unseen owner. Remain perfectly still, as the withered fingers move over your palm, tracing unknown patterns. Do not move an inch as it crawls slowly up your arm. And most of all do not even breathe as it caresses your face, touching what cannot be seen. Should you remain still through this, the hand will be withdrawn and a voice will speak, so close you can feel its breath on your face, smell the scent of decay it carries. It will ask you for one simple piece of information: your name. Answer truthfully. Answer truthfully, and the presence will retreat, leaving only a whisper in the air as the darkness lifts. "It is done." From that day on, untold good fortune will be yours, and mysterious power. You will lack nothing, and have everything. But in a year, perhaps two, your eyes will sting in bright light, you will feel your skin begin to decay, and the sweet smell of death will be upon your breath...[/hide] [hide]During the summer of 1983, in a quiet town near Minneapolis, Minnesota, the charred body of a woman was found inside the kitchen stove of a small farmhouse. A video camera was also found in the kitchen, standing on a tripod and pointing at the oven. No tape was found inside the camera at the time. Although the scene was originally labeled as a homicide by police, an unmarked VHS tape was later discovered at the bottom of the farm's well (which had apparently dried up earlier that year). Despite its worn condition, and the fact that it contained no audio, police were still able to view the contents of the tape. It depicted a woman recording herself in front of a video camera (seemingly using the same camera the police found in the kitchen). After positioning the camera to include both her and her kitchen stove in the image, the tape then showed her turning on the oven, opening the door, crawling inside, and then closing the door behind her. Eight minutes into the video, the oven could be seen shaking violently, after which point thick black smoke could be seen emanating from it. For the remaining 45 minutes of video, until the batteries in the camera died, it remained in its stationary position. To avoid disturbing the local community, police never released any information about the tape, or even the fact that it was found. Police were also not able to determine who put the tape in the well, or why the height and stature of the woman in the video didn't come close to matching the body they'd found in the oven.[/hide] [hide]You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profile of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. You gulp, picking up the phone to your right and dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now. You then drop the phone in shock. There are no footprints in the snow. It's his reflection.[/hide] [hide]In the winter of 1944, with overtaxed supply lines in the Ardennes, a medic in the German army had completely run out of plasma, bandages and antiseptic. During one particularly bad round of mortar fire, his encampment was a bloodbath. Those who survived claimed to have heard, above the screams and barked commands of their Lieutenant, someone cackling with almost girlish glee. The medic had made his rounds during the fire, in almost complete darkness as he had so many times before, but never had he been this short on supplies. No matter. He would do his duty. He had always prided himself on his resourcefulness. The bombardment moved to other ends of the line, and most men dropped off to sleep in the dark, still hours of the morning - New Year's Day, 1945. The men awoke at first light with screams. They discovered that their bandages were not typical bandages at all, but hunks and strips of human flesh. Several men had been given fresh blood transfusions, yet there had been no blood supplies available. Each treated man was almost completely covered, head-to-toe, with the maroon stain of blood. The medic was found, sitting on an ammunition tin, staring off into space. When one man approached him, and tapped him on the shoulder, his tunic fell off to reveal that large patches of his skin, muscle, and sinew had been stripped from his torso and his body was almost completely dried of blood. In one hand was a scalpel, and in the other, a blood transfusion vial. None of the men treated for wounds that night, in that camp, saw the end of January 1945.[/hide] [hide]An elderly man was sitting alone on a dark path. He wasn't sure of which direction to go, and he'd forgotten both where he was traveling to...and who he was. He'd sat down for a moment to rest his weary legs, and suddenly looked up to see an elderly woman before him. She grinned toothlessly and with a cackle, spoke: "Now your third wish. What will it be?" "Third wish?" The man was baffled. "How can it be a third wish if I havent had a first and second wish?" "Youve had two wishes already," the hag said, "but your second wish was for me to return everything to the way it was before you had made your first wish. Thats why you remember nothing; because everything is the way it was before you made any wishes." She cackled at the poor man. "So it is that you have one wish left." "All right," he said hesitantly, "I don't believe this, but there's no harm in trying. I wish to know who I am." "Funny," said the old woman as she granted his wish and disappeared forever. "That was your first wish..."[/hide] [hide]A few years ago, a mother and father decided they needed a break, so they wanted to head out for a night on the town. They called their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrived, the two children were already fast asleep in bed. So the babysitter just got to sit around and make sure everything was okay with the children. Later that night, the babysitter got bored and went to watch TV, but she couldn't watch it downstairs because they did not have cable downstairs (the parents didn't want children watching too much garbage). So, she called them and asked them if she could watch cable in the parent's room. Of course, the parents said it was okay, but the babysitter had one final request...she asked if she could cover up the angel statue outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, at the very least close the blinds, because it made her nervous. The phone line was silent for a moment, and the father who was talking to the babysitter at the time said, "Take the children and get out of the house...we will call the police. We do not have an angel statue." The police found all three of the house occupants dead within three minutes of the call. No angel statue was ever found.[/hide] [hide]It's 3 AM on Halloween night and you and your friends been up all night on a horror binge. You've watched your favorite scary movies, read your favorite scary stories, and even attempted the old "Bloody Mary" trick in your mirror. After your friends leave, you stretch and yawn, deciding now is about the time to hit the hay, so you move into your bedroom and lay down to sleep. After awhile, however, you realize that you cant get the images of some of the fictional creatures you saw on your television out of your head. "Meh...Im going to hate myself for this tomorrow," you say aloud as you flick on your bedroom lamp, knowing that having a nightlight used to help get rid of your nightmares as a little kid. Within minutes you're close to sleep, snuggled up comfortably under the blankets with your eyes closed and more pleasant thoughts on your mind... ...that is, until you detect something moving in front of the light, casting a shadow over you. You blink, beginning to turn towards the lamp before a rotting hand grabs hold of your shoulder. "Thanks for turning on the light, I was having trouble finding you in the dark."[/hide] Hard Mode [hide]Open your closet, don't turn on the light. Make sure you have one match with you. Step inside and close the door. If the lights outside of the closet are on, this will not work. Nor will it work if it is daylight. The only room you need is enough for slight mobility. Stand in the darkness for about two minutes, since that's all that's needed. Now, take the match and hold it in front of you and say, "Show me the light or leave me in darkness." If you begin hearing whispers light the match immediately. If you don't hear anything, and the match doesn't ignite on it's own then don't turn around. If you light the match too late or not at all after hearing whispers, something will grab you from behind and pull you into what seems like a forever fall into darkness. If you do manage to light the match in time and nothing happens after, open the door slowly and get out, then close the door but do NOT look inside. From then on, never look inside your closet without the light on at all. Some say if you leave your closet open during the night you can see the demon watching you with two red eyes that glow like matches.[/hide]