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Latitude Ocotpus posted:I think chair fox is kind of cute, that being said I wouldn't want to run into it on the night bus.... Oh Christ. The worst thing is I've probably been on that bus. I recognize the intersection it's at.
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You mangled, yet beautiful souls
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| # ? Nov 24, 2012 01:23 |
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I will show this thread to my future children whenever they misbehave. Thanks, archives!
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Magic Hate Ball posted:A very special balloon Sweet. Very Monty Python-esque
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Magic Hate Ball posted:A very special balloon I think the build up with this makes it even more hilarious.
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Magic Hate Ball posted:A very special balloon Hahaha, holy loving poo poo. I don't suppose you'd be able to fit a certain cow balloon in there too?
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Magic Hate Ball posted:Richard Attenborough's Strange New Creature Not to nitpick, but that's David Attenborough, not Richard. David Attenborough does all the nature documentaries, Richard Attenborough was the dude in Jurassic Park, they are brothers through.
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Then let's just call it another genetic malfunction.
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| # ? Nov 24, 2012 07:02 |
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Hey now, Richard was in Sand Pepples with McQueen.
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Latitude Ocotpus posted:I think chair fox is kind of cute, that being said I wouldn't want to run into it on the night bus.... "Oh my God, is that fox...oh God he is. He's reaching down there for all to see and he's got no Goddamn shame. Avoid eye contact avoid eye contact. Is ANYONE else on this bus noticing? Guy next to me is staring out the window, clearly he knows what's up. Man if only there were some way to break the ice so we could do something about this. Great now everyone's getting off except for me and the loving fox. gently caress, poor choice of words. Now he's staring right at me, and the bus driver doesn't even give a poo poo"
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Magic Hate Ball posted:A very special balloon  "It Came From Taxidermia"
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Magic Hate Ball posted:A very special balloon It is the end times
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Magic Hate Ball posted:A very special balloon Congratulations, you have created the best video on the whole internet!
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Meis posted:Congratulations, you have created the best video on the whole internet! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PuA5nPBTofU You have made the frog angry!
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Crappy Taxidermy Theatre I really should be doing homework. KingOfTheTramps posted:Dougal has not aged too well 
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You look up from your phone. The bus is empty, except for the fox. It stares at you silently, as if waiting. Waiting for an opportunity. You sink slowly down in your seat, and look out the window. It's been staring at you for what feel like hours. The old man at the front of the bus got off at the last stop. Now it's just you and the fox. Surely it has to get off soon. Surely it can't ride forever. With each stop you look up hopefully, only to see it silently staring back at you. Your stop is coming up soon, but you're too afraid to move. What if it follows you? What if it doesn't let you leave? The bus slows down as it approaches another station. This is the last one before yours. You grip your phone with shaking hands. Maybe you could call someone. Maybe you could shout for help. You shiver. Would the bus driver hear you if you screamed? The doors close and the bus lurches forward. This is it. You're going to have to make a run for it. You peer over the seat in front of you and plan your escape. The fox is gone. Relief washes over you. It's gone. It must have gotten off at the last stop. You sink back in your seat and watch the traffic go by. There was nothing to worry about after all. Something tingles at the base of your neck, but you ignore it. You're almost home. There's nothing watching you. For a second, you thought you saw--  But, no. Those were just shadows. You pick up your bag and walk to the front of the bus. Almost home. The bus stops, and the doors open. You step out into the night. The street is dark, save for a single lamp. But you're only a block from your house. The bus pulls away with a rumble, and you set off down the street. Something tingles at the back of your neck again, and you're compelled to look back.  No. Surely, not. Just the shadows playing tricks on you. You rub your eyes and continue walking, a little faster than usual. You're tired. You're just in a hurry to get home and go to bed. It's been a long day. It seems like forever by the time you get to your house, even though it can't be more than a few minutes. You pull out your keys from your pocket, but your hands are shaking so hard that the keys fall on the ground. You freeze. For a second, you thought you heard the sound of paws pattering on the pavement. Probably just a stray cat. You grab the keys and fumble with the lock. The pattering is getting louder. Your key slips, and you curse. The sound is right behind you, now. You can hear the soft click of nails on the steps. Oh god. The lock clicks, and you shove the door open. In the millisecond before you slam it shut, you think you see two dull red eyes glinting from the porch. No. No, it can't be. You put your bag down and lock the deadbolt. You're safe. You need sleep. You're tired and groggy and not thinking straight, that's all. You head upstairs, shaking your head. Why do you still feel as though you're being watched? You change into your pajamas and wander into the bathroom. You need to calm down. You turn on the facet and cup your hands with water.  You swing around, your heart racing. There's nothing there. The bathroom is empty. Of course it is. You splash some water on your face and leave. Something about the bathroom feels wrong. You're tired. That's it. You turn off your bedroom light and close the door behind you. Something rustles by the window. A cold breeze seems to blow around the room. You inch your way to the bed. Your throat is dry. You jump as your hear a click behind you. Was that the door? Did it just lock? Cold sweat drips down your back. Then you hear the breathing. Ragged breaths, almost like panting. The curtains sway, and you hear the soft padding of feet on the carpet.  You were wrong. The fox didn't get off the bus. It's been here all along.
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hyperhazard posted:
Between Slenderman and Foxie, I'm not sleeping tonight. Goddamn you, Hyper.
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hyperhazard posted:
Go home fox; you are drunk.
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, but it reflects poorly on the forums. 
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 NOOOOO!!!!! I'm actually kind of scared right now and I just had lunch.
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hyperhazard posted:You look up from your phone. The bus is empty, except for the fox. It stares at you silently, as if waiting. Waiting for an opportunity. You sink slowly down in your seat, and look out the window. It's been staring at you for what feel like hours. The old man at the front of the bus got off at the last stop. Now it's just you and the fox. Someone go turn this scenario into a Slender/Amnesia mod. readingatwork fucked around with this message at Nov 24, 2012 around 21:27 |
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Better idea... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=13YlEPwOfmk
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hyperhazard posted:Raw terror in word form You are a terrible, wonderful person. I want to wish some terrible fate on you, but all I can muster is admiration. It's the middle of the day and I'm already checking over my shoulder. I can only imagine how it will be at night. I already have mild paranoia of strange sounds. The breathing... If I'm not back tomorrow, then he's found another victim.
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I was planning on going to bed soon, think I'll leave it for a bit now.
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| # ? Nov 24, 2012 23:25 |
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After seeing it so much that fox is actually kind of cute. 
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hyperhazard posted::words This reads out to me like a Shadowgate playthrough. 
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Zerilan posted:After seeing it so much that fox is actually kind of cute. That's just the rabies kicking in. Pretty soon, you'll be giving everyone 'love bites'!
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Goddammit! That loving spider's back under there again! Quick, take the clock down and I'll smack it with my shoe! Ready? Okay, 1... 2... 3... Take this motherfu... Uh... Wha... Huh. 
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I hate you forever. I could deal with all the other ones. But hunstmen...oh god I'm gonna be scared to lift up anything in my house for the next week.
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KingOfTheTramps fucked around with this message at Nov 25, 2012 around 15:35 |
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Nightmares fuel my life from now thanks to this thread. I hate you all what have you done to me.
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 Slightly sharper version
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Requesting thread title change to "Creepy Fox in loving EVERYWHERE "
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TheSpiritFox posted:Requesting thread title change to "Creepy Fox in loving EVERYWHERE 
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So is the little guy Slenderman's pet fox?
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He's more like the Silver Surfer to Slenderman's Galactus.
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| # ? Nov 26, 2012 00:19 |
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I don't know, guys; I think he's kind of a cute little guy.
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When this thread started, I was laughing Now I'm crying.
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Previa_fun posted:I don't know, guys; I think he's kind of a cute little guy. You're that guy. The one person in the movie that doesn't see the evil Then, 2/3rds through the movie somebody, with my luck probably me, comes home to a dark house to find you sitting with Giggles The Dead Fox in your lap. I call out but oddly you don't reply. Weird. I try the lights but the power seems to be out. I work my way around the room. Step by step drawing closer to your form, barely illuminated by the moonlight from a nearby window. I call out once more and it's then that I realize something is terribly amiss. You aren't moving, not even breathing. I reach out hesitantly and poke your body, causing your lifeless corpse to gently fall to the side. the moonlight reveals a series bloody stitches going from the back of your head to somewhere below your shirt line. I look down at Giggles just in time to see his head slowly turn in my direction. There's no time to react when your corpse springs to life and snaps my neck like a twig. That's you. You're that guy.
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