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pee on it
It is once again, immune.  Its actually its essential resource.


It is once again, immune.  Its actually its essential resource.
jack off them on to it then slap it :d

offtopic, my glasses fell off D:


SPANISH INQUISITION! IT NEVER EXPECTS IT!

Kill it with a Hercules Stomp, Isaac Clarke style.

HRRRRRRNGH!

thats how I kill ants. :D

HRRRRRRNGH!

thats how I kill ants. :D
i take their head and their end and rip them in half when i feel like being a richard, other times i just stomp them, and i wanna burn one :c



I read it!
Awesome. :o
But now I need Magick to cheer me up. :c


In the late 1990s a malicious file began appearing in people's email accounts. They would recieve the email with the subject being "Los Angeles", the sender being "" and the date sent being "September 10, 1990" The actual text of the email was what seemed like random letters.

Most people regarded it as spam and deleted it. However, once they deleted it, they would soon after recieve the email again. The more frequently deleted, the more frequently it would appear in the recipent's inbox. It seemed as if the email was begging to be read all the way through, pleading, moaning.

At some point, for many people, they would grow angry at the constant email. Even blocking the sender could not stop this email from getting through. Some people chose to respond to ihe email, but they only recieved the same scrambled numbers back. Some chose to create a new emal, but even that would not prevent them from recieving it.

Finally, a very few, growing tired of the constant barrage of the email, actually sat down and read every number, from the first to the last, trying to figure out what was really going on here. It was more than spam now, it was something important, something serious.

An uncontrollable amount of time was spent trying to decipher the meaning behind these numbers, but for the unlocky people who chose to attempt it, they only failed. Interestingly, anyone who tried never gave up. They continued to pursue this deciphering, whatever the cost.

It wasn't until a year laster that strange effects started to appear in those who had reverently studying the code. Sudden out bursts of rage was the main symptom, these explosions usually occuring soon after completly reading the code fully. Other times they would lay on the floor and spin around, but just as quickly stand back up. The final effect of reading the code, however, was always the same.

Rage. Uncontrolllable rage. These people would soon attack anyone who came near them, attempting to reach into their mouths and pull out their throats from the inside. Many people died.

The sudden bursts of murders caused from this malicious code finally caught the government's eye, and on May 20, 1996, they finally managed to cease this email from being sent to any other addresses.

This was not the end of the malicious code, however. The government was interested. A list of numbers that could drive a man mad was something that held great potential. Giving this code to their experts (who had signed away their lives, knowing the risk), they waited for the results of how it worked and its meaning.

To their suprise, they quickly recieved an answer. The code was not just random numbers. It was a program which could only play an audio file. They quickly put this program together in functionality, and they played the audio it held.

What they heard was revolutionary. It was beyond that they ever expected to hear. It drove them mad.

Pressing play, the word followed, in a familiar, horrible, voice "Now this is the story all about how my life got turned upside down--
« Last Edit: July 26, 2010, 10:33:18 AM by Katamari007 »

^The above story is invalid because you can easily block an e-mail.

^ It still made me laugh.

^The above story is invalid because you can easily block an e-mail.

In creepypasta

ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN