You're picture is possessed, the linkbucks ads are getting worse, not that it may be your fault. I had to save it as an image because it kept trying to popup to a pointless site. The best part was when there was sound playing to a pointless video yet nothing I had open should've had it. So the part that really gets me, is how are they going to kill of the character if they make it an episode that they can't air?
dude. what the fuck. seriously?
>>448 who are you talking to?
THE stunned black dad of a newborn, WHITE, baby girl declared yesterday � "I'm sure she's my kid ... I just don't know why she's BLONDE." http://www.thesun.co.uk/sol/homepage/news/3060907/Black-parents-give-birth-to-white-baby.html#ixzz0uFPHUCaI
that's not their baby
What a fool, clearly not his kid...Â
Great... They've invented the Stealth Nigger!
post some alien documentary videos
MOAR
Moar? There hasn't been any.
Dicen ke es una bruja con cuerpo de rata =O, sepa vergas ke sea :P
que pedo! nadie mas habla español aqui wey ponle jajaaa
como ke nadie mas? jajaja
pendejos
chiennes
He never lost track of anybody. Never. So why did he feel so unsure about this place? Of course Jay would try to run. They always did. They all thought they could hide from the Slenderman. A fruitless act, but amusing nonetheless. It made the chase all the more exciting. It gave Slenderman something to do when he wasn't stalking children that ventured too far into the woods. This time, however, was different. It was not the first time he had been photographed or filmed, but now that the internet was around, he had become some sort of bizarre celebrity in the paranormal community. Not that it hindered his efforts to stalk people, but he had enjoyed being an anonymous entity that only crazy vagrants whispered about. The attention he was getting lately had ruined that atmosphere. One of those vagrants, driven mad by a previous encounter with him, had taken to making rudimentary internet videos himself to try and make Jay nervous, taking up the "Totheark" monicker. He would've done away with the little bastard long ago, If only Jay didn't respond to each of the videos with one of his own. As much as Slenderman loved a good chase, the videos were making it much easier to find both Jay and his friend, "Alex", who was the one who started the video nonsense in the first place. The sooner Slenderman got his multiple hands on those two, the sooner the videos would stop, and he could enjoy his solitude once again. Now he had arrived at the old house where he believed the two had been hiding. He had left Totheark behind, not wanting to put up with his annoying video stunts this time. He wanted to be alone when he ended this. No more unwanted attention.
Slenderman let out an alarmed screech upon being penetrated, which died down into pained gasps as Cthulhu slammed into him. Requests to stop or slow down went unheard or ignored. Allowing his hips to do all the work. Cthulhu bent over, letting his tentacles squirm into Slenderman's mouth. Slenderman stopped his writhing for a moment and bit down on them lightly, causing Cthulhu to give out a low hiss. This actually managed to get a smile out of the skinny monster for a second, before he began sucking at the intruding tentacles. He didn't know if it was Zalgo making him behave this way or if the pain he had felt earlier was slowly dissolving into an angry pleasure, but Slenderman found that he was actually enjoying this. He sat up a little, wrapping his arms around the the elder god's shoulders and pressed himself deeper into the unorthadox kiss. Soon, the mouths on his chest and belly began licking and sucking at Cthulhu's torso. Cthulhu gave a dull snarl of approval and quickened his movements. Moving one hand away from Slenderman's hip, he reached behind the other man to finger the mouths on his back, and then over his chest to tweak him. Slender gave out more inhuman moans than before, taking it all and loving it. And that's when Cthulhu paused himself Slenderman shuddered with confusion and anticipation. "/Why did you stop? WHY DID YOU STOP?/" Cthulhu leered at him, panting heavily. "Tell me," he growled, "Did you really hate that blowjob I gave you earlier?" Slenderman shuddered. "/No, no, I lied, it was great, i loved it. I swear, I'm sorry./."
Cthulhu gave an approving growl. "You can make it up by begging for me." The thin monster shuddered against him. Dammit, Cthulhu. "/P-please, Cthulhu.../" "No, no, no, not like that." The elder god gave him a steely glare. "Repeat after me: ia, ia, Cthulhu fhtagn." "/Ia, ia, Cthulhu fhtagn./" He didn't know what that meant, but he honestly didn't give a damn about that right now. "Keep saying it." Cthulhu panted as he began to thrust again. "Louder!" "/Ia, ia, Cthulhu fhtagn!/ Slenderman gasped, throwing his head back as Cthulhu sped up again, "/IA! IA! CTHULHU FHTAGN!/" Holy living fuck, this was better than stalking people, better than murdering them, even better than trying on a new suit. Slenderman knew he was close. Desperately, he grabbed onto Cthulhu's shoulders even tighter, still gasping Cthulhu's bizarre chant, and began scratching at his back. Cthulhu let out an inhuman moan of his own at the action, and that was what finally pushed Slenderman over the edge. He came hard, onto both their torsos, letting out an unholy scream from all six of his mouths, which seemed to disturb the foundations of the house, and did Cthulhu in as well, coming inside him.
After a few seconds, Slenderman went silent, letting himself fall back onto the floorboards with a heavy 'thud,' breathing heavily and passing out. *** He awoke a few minutes later, finding himself alone in the house once more and back to his usual mouthless self. He was still a mess and his suit lay in tatters everywhere. He sat up, groaning and shaking off the dizzy feeling as a note and a few twenty-dollar bills fell off his chest. Still wobbly, Slenderman picked up the note and read it carefully: "Here, buy yourself a pretty new suit. -Til next time." *** 10:30am -Someone left another tape at my door today. What the fuck did I just watch? THE END Message too long. Click here to view the full text.
it was good till they started fucking each other.
>>422 it always is
OK, this thread is devoted to exploring different abandoned urban and rural environments and posting descriptions with pics. I've heard that there are many places in the US (and of course all over the world) that have been forgotten and left in various stages of disarray. These places for the most part, are easily accessible to people on foot and there is not that big of a penalty for tresspassing. This could be stuff like old cabins in the mountains to an old abandoned rubber company that is in the middle of the city. I haven't been anywhere special so I have nothing to contribute just yet. However, I DO know that there are some places around where i live that are like that which i have just described and might be cool to explore. Does any one have anything to contribute? Remember, "take nothing but photographs, leave nothing but footprints"
battleship island
Sorry, won't be participating in this one either. Not sure if it's /x/ enough anyways. My house looks in worse shape than these pictures. And no, because the camera just went on someone's vacation for a week.
>>436 poast pics NAO!!!
explain these photos to be /x/ Thanks to German bloke Peter Belting ancient flight technologies are now proved to be working well - I believe he has done his experiments already some time ago, but this very important info is not spreading. He took ancient plain models (they were labeled in museum as insect models:)) and scaled them up, attached engine and off it went in the air. We are talking about 1000 years ago before modern flight took place
>>416 LOL I just realised that OP wrote tons of stuff, and posted things one after the other. Then there was no answer for 7+ hours, and it all ended with cheetos penisbox.
>>417 OP here, it was disappointing. I just watched a bunch of history channel shit about that and felt compelled to post here on /x/ after smoking way too much weed.  but i lulzed nonetheless @ the cheetos-penis box. touche anon, touche...
>>420 As interesting as your topic was, there are other things i'm involved in that are much more interesting at this time. I'm not saying your thing isn't interesting, nor is it not amazing. I never bother with /x/ boards though, because it's always trolls and bad stories. If crappypasta was it's own board then i'd get into x more. If the population rises, yet troll population stays, then this board could get good.
>>421 OP here again, i was just trying to put a new thread on this board other than the slender-man buttsecks thing, it was a disgrace to see this board just floating in no-post purgatory. let's make this board good, or whatever.
>>423 agreed, nice thread op
We Need Some mother fucking creepy pasta in this bitch
Have you ever gotten a glimpse of something out of the corner of your eye? A simple movement caught in your peripheral vision. Most will simply dismiss this as a shadow brought about by a flickering candle, or perhaps a pet jumping down from a piece of furniture. Ninety-nine out of a hundred times, these people are right. But then there's that one elusive sight. It can easily be explained by the above conditions, but something feels wrong about it. A chill down your spine, a slight pain in your side. Maybe even a complete blanking of your mind, only to recede moments later. Should any of these symptoms be felt, there may be cause for worry. Our peripheral vision is designed to catch motion, even in the dark. This was used to defend against predators in our early days, and as with many aspects of our human nature, it has remained, but weakened. This view out of the corner of our eyes still alerts us to danger, and although predators have dropped on the list of dangers we may face today, they still exist. Should you ever feel that chill in your back, try not to focus on that shadow you saw in the corner of your eye. It might be better not to see.
In Gjoberdik, a small fisherman's village in the country of Bulgaria, on the dawn of January the first everyone closes their curtains and hold their breath for half a minute. Hours after the craze of midnight's celebrations, children look questioning at their worried parents, but can not help to shiver in the embrace of their shaking parents. One can hear the sound of bells being struck exactly 25 times last year, in this short time span. The nearest church however, is over 32 miles away. You will find no one out on the streets in these faithful 30 seconds, and even the birds will stop whistling. Some have gone out of their houses, roaring boldly in disbelief of this century old tradition. On the first sunset of this year, two people gambled their fate in the very first rays of sunlight. The next dawn, the bells will be struck 27 times.
If you are watching television, and the signal cuts out to static, turn the TV off immediately. If you watch the static on TV for long enough, the static will suddenly pause. All sound in the room will cease; even the white noise of the TV itself will disappear. If this happens you must not look away from the screen. You will probably not notice at the time, before you lose your gaze on the TV, your body will freeze as well. Time around and with you have paused completely. Specks of the black and white dots slowly come to life, creeping slowly in seemingly random directions. Not static as you know it, but organizing themselves into a moving picture again in front of you. As the static returns to normal, and the white noise of the TV comes back, you will regain control of your body. You must never watch that television again. It will only play static, even when unplugged. If you watch the static any longer, these same events will reoccur, but with disastrous results. What exactly happens is unknown, as it is obvious that anyone that has been unfortunate enough to experience this has disappeared. It is rumored that if one continues to watch the static again, or during their experience, looks away, the white and black specs will slowly start to move again, but you will not. Your eyes will then be permanently fixated on the screen as you watch the picture come back to life, and what seems to be your station's signal return. You learn soon this is not the case, as all sound is still absent, and the picture on the TV shows a familiar surrounding: the room in which you sit. The only thing you see next is movement on the TV, as you see yourself from behind, and subsequently, the cause of your disappearance.
It's early in the morning. The sun won't be up for another couple of hours. You're fast asleep in bed, lost in a dream, when the phone rings. Rather than waking up, you roll over and cover your head with a pillow. Hours pass. The sun rises. The phone is ringing. When you wake up, your alarm clock is blaring and the phone is ringing. By the time you will yourself to turn the alarm off, the phone has stopped ringing. You realize that it's been ringing all morning. You slide out of bed and press the blinking red button on your phone as you stumble into the bathroom. The phone beeps, followed by the friendly, electronic voice. Hello. You have six hundred and sixty-six new messages. Message one. The phone beeps again, and you're not prepared for what comes next. Screaming. You spin around, thinking that she's standing right behind you. There's pure terror in her screams, accompanied by other disturbing noises. You stand there, horrified, for about ten seconds. Screaming gives way to hysterical, garbled crying before dying out with the sounds of spilling meat and tearing flesh. The phone beeps again. You're shaking. Message two.
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if this post ends in 1 i'll cut my own dick off
nice going faggot
if this post ends in 4, you must cut your dick off
DO IT FAGGOT>>382
if this post ends in 3, then ghosts are real.
