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ugg
Jul 30, 2009


Breetai posted:

Now that's just not true. In f̡̜̳͖̲͇̗̩a͍͉̹̣͂ͅͅc̞̄͌tͯ that's a ͙̹͝f͛͆ͨ̔ͥ̇̚a͍̮̪̬̯̱ͮ͌̓ͭͦ͛ͬl͕͑͐̌͒ͩ̍l͙̱͚̝ͬḁ͎̹ͮc̯͚̪y͖̱̦̙̟̺͕̽̐̈́̀: Quite ͍̩̱͙̟͓p͚̔ͭ͐͗ͣ̚̚͞l̛͇̼ͬͯ̌a̼̕ỉ̞͙̖̌ͬ͑ͩ͛̄ͅn͓͔͕͇͕ͣͬͪͅl̵͉͈̹ͪͯ̅ͭ͂̌̋y̗̻͊ I̺̹͐̍͐̈,̘͓̤̺̹͒̔ͦͣ͜ ͙̖̙̳̰̼̫͛͌̐̌̇f͙͚̤ͫͭ͛͂̄o̯̜͍͍ͦ̏͢r̖̩͑ͪͤ ̞̣̞̲͈͖͒̆̏ͬ̓͜o̰̝̯͍̪̹̤̐̔n̠̜̣̫̗̏̒͒͌͐ẽ͚͔̘̜̥̊ͬͥ̐͂̈,͙͙͈͝ ̃̿̃ͥ̇̇͏̙̦͇̝͍w̥̟͕̫ͨ̊́̕ͅȍ̲̗̪̤̬ͣ̆ͤu̹̠̳̟̓l͚ͫ̑̽ͬ͗ͥ̓d͕̙̝͓̪͉͉ͭͬ̍ͣ̚ ̤̠̰̖̼͍͒͜l̗̼͕̯͍̋i̗̝̘̔̂͛ͨ͞k͊͏͇̜̝ͅe͠ t̥͛̈͊ͥͩ͐͠ö̦͉͉̲͕́̊̃ ̵̥͎͕̠̰̻̔ͦ̃h̶͓̖̙̙̺̝̖̠̾̈́̉͊̄̿̊͌u̮̤͛ͭ̇̆̓̓̎u̷̵̩̱̽ͫͬ̀u̷̳̓̐̉̇͒͘ủ̄̒͋́̅҉̧͚̝̖̤̖͎̬͙ͅų̸̞͈̼̳̥̻̄ͨ̽̋̈͘u̗̰̠̬̮̣̮͒̿̓̒̒̔̌ͤͅu̴̺̖̖̳͆̉̔ͤ̓̌̂u̷̢͉̠̗̲̜̬̱ͯ̏̇̆͒́̄̚͟ư͇͚̤̾̕͞u͖̯͈͚̺͚̠ͤ̋̈́͡ų͛ͣ̔͆҉͔̲u͍̤ͣṳ̧̱̲̜̮̄̑̌̒ͨ͘u̥͍͔͇̝̮ͦ̂̋ͩͪ̀ͅͅu̗͇ͬ̍ͤ̕ůͯ̐̓̐͋́͞ͅuͤ̍ͪͧ͏̭͍̪̤͔͍͓͚̀





H̴̢̢͚͔̭̹̥̗̖̣͚ͣͥͭ̾̊́͂̿̉̀Ḛ̷̷̺̻̤̞̤̫̻̘̩͙̠̪̭̗̥͎͔͇͐̌̽̉ͮ̒̃̒ͭ̒ͦ̅ͣͣ̋͢͜͠ ͫͩ̋̌̍̐̉ͣ̾͟͠҉҉͙͚̳͖̟̥̜ͅC͉͖̻̞̘͉͈̗̓͐̓̒ͣ͌̀̚͡͡͞O̴̷̧͓͙̘̲͎̣̎ͪ̌̉́͝M̴̶̰̙̰͙͆ͯ̃ͪ̎ͤ̎̅ͯ̐̑̃ͤ̃̎̂ͪͫȨ̴͎̱͇͚̱̘̜͇͉̮̜̥ͨ̇̉̿ͧ͒͐̅ͬ͒̓̒͑̏̚ͅS̴̸̢̢̮̱͇͚̜̪͉͓̫̞̺̥͖̦̮̲͓̤̟̾̈́͐̇̊̋̓̽͆̈͢

Whoa that's pretty cool.

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IUG
Jul 14, 2007

Without me, there is no mission.
I am the mission!


Futureperfect posted:

Now that's a little creepy...

Does it look different for people on Windows? On a Mac I'm just seeing a bunch of boxes, accent marks, and etc.

TommyFilth
Aug 25, 2000

by Ozma


ugg posted:

Whoa that's pretty cool.

What's cool? You and Futureperfect just emptyquoted a poster that, as far as I can tell, n̢̓ͯ́̄ͥ̏͛ͧ̈́̓̊̍̎̈́̀̀͘͟e̊̒̉ͭͣͥ͊ͦ̒̊̅̿̓ͥ͜͢͡҉̷v̢̨ͧ͛̓ͫͣ̆͜ĕ͐ͤ̎ͬ̓́͏̧r̵̡̈́̇̊̀̑̾̌̋ͦ̅ͬ͊̕ ͨ̓̀͆͏̢̨̀e͗̉ͭ̏̌̄̄̕҉̸̕v̏͗̽̕͠͝҉eͩ̾̄̎̏̽͆͑̿ͭ͗̃́̕n͂̅ͥͬ̄͂͆͊̈́͗ͭ̾҉̵͝ ̶̵̡̊ͦ̃͆ͪ͐́̌ͭ̾ͯͫͪͨ̿̌͆̿͞p̧̂́̑͒̓̉̓̔ͣ̽̌͗͌̓ͯ̀o̡͌͂͋ͪ͆̎͘͡s̴̀͑̽̈́̽͑̇ͮ̐̓͛̒҉̡̡͢t̵̡̂̉ͭ͐̌̆ͮ̉̇͊́̊̐ͣ̽̚͘͝e̴̢͛ͤͬ̃͑ͧ̈́ͦ͒ͫͦͦͭͬ͛ͣd̴̾̓͛̅͒ͣͪ̒̇̉̆̀ ̴̧̡̧̿ͭ͌ͯ̄͑ͣ͝i͂ͨ̏̆̑̍̋ͤͣ̓ͯ͛ͮ̚҉̴̵̨̛n͂ͨͥ̑͑̔̈ͤ͗ͦ̉͗̿҉҉̛ ̷̷̀̃ͭ̆͌̎̋̄̈́̈́̔ͭ͑̂͑̌̎͞͝҉t̵ͣ̇ͨͫ̔ͯ͊ͫ̋̚hͥ͗ͩ̄̾͒̂̇̈̐͋̒̇̓ͩͬͫ́̚̚͞͏͞i̡̊̊ͧ̈́͞s̍ͨ͊̒̈́͟͜ ̡ͪ̏ͦͯ͜͞ẗ̍͌̑ͣ̿͗ͧ̀̚͡͝h̷̿ͦ̃̽̂͋̃͋̃̅̉̈́͐̀́r̛̊̓͆ͨ͌̑͐ͩ͋ͪ͐ͯ̍̑̀̀̚ȩ͑͑̇̍ͮ͐ͯ̊̀̂̇̇҉͏a̷̢̛͑̀̉ͪ͏d̶ͭ̏̋́͊͌͂ͣ͢

WTF was th̷̸͇̲̞̗̫͓̲͙̹̠̤̗̺̟̫̱̪̩̼ͦͪ̀̊̎̎ͤ̃ͧ̚͟ä̴̻̭̜̯̘́ͧ̓̓͡͠ț̴̛̳͇̪̳̟̝̮̣̭̫͉̗ͥ͋͗ͪͫ͛̃ͦ̋ͦ̉̏́͋ͦ̂̄͘?̶̹̙̪̠͇̹͇̈́̽ͭͩͣ͊͐̔ͥͥ̿̍ͣ̂͜͟͠͡ ̧̡͚͚̮͍̘͇͙̺̰̱̟̝̠̒͆ͥͮͤ͂ ̸̮̙̖̼̐́ͩ̐ͪ͑̍͟Ờ̟̠̦̟̩͓̈́̓͑͐̌ͬͯ̑̒̿̀̽Ḩ̸̭̪̹̣̟̣͈̟̝̠̻̝̺ͯͭ̌́̕ ̸͎̘͍̝̭͇͍͕͎̠͎̘̏ͪ̽̔ͪ̽ͧͤ̄̔̇̀̎̓ͩ́̀̀̚̚͠ͅȘ̷̴̛̣̣̟͔̣͔̭̰̥̯̭͌ͣͫ̌̊̈́̆̆͂̀͊̆̿̋̽̂̚͢͞H̛̬̫̗̥̹͕̠̱̜̦̳͕͖̬̱͉͉͙͐ͦ̾̾͑͗ͪ̂̏ͬͧ͛ͨ̓ͯͪ̀͞͞͠ͅI̜̘̜̣͓̯͙̣̯͐̑ͩ̂̂͌̃ͬͧ̆͢

Bad Munki
Nov 4, 2008

We're all mad here.



IUG posted:

Does it look different for people on Windows? On a Mac I'm just seeing a bunch of boxes, accent marks, and etc.

You can both see what it ought to look like and generate your own: http://www.marlborotech.com/Zalgo.html

IUG
Jul 14, 2007

Without me, there is no mission.
I am the mission!


Bad Munki posted:

You can both see what it ought to look like and generate your own: http://www.marlborotech.com/Zalgo.html



I can generate it, but I still can't see it.

Bad Munki
Nov 4, 2008

We're all mad here.





So I guess you're doing something wrong.

Genesplicer
Oct 19, 2002

...But I am already in my Pajamas...

Total Clam

New painting spurs mystery

Reuters
October 21, 2009

A previously unknown painting by a German artist has sparked a debate among art historians. This painting by Josef Franz (b. 1503) depicts a pivotal moment in western religious history, the moment when Martin Luther nailed his 95 theses to the door of All Saints' Church in Wittenburg, Germany.

It was not an uncommon act for students to nail religious/philosophical challenges to the door of the church. However, it was the nature of Luther's challenge that changed history. His theses began the Protestant reformation. The painting by Franz has been dated to within 2-3 years of the actual event. Since Franz lived in Wittenburg at the time of Luther's posting, it is possible that he was an eyewitness to the event, or at least heard it firsthand from someone who did witness it. This makes it probably the most accurate rendering of the event found so far.

What is causing the controversy is not the actual image of Luther posting his theses, but the other paper seen tacked to the door of the church. Reports hold that the doors to the church usually held challenges. What is unusual is that the second paper posted to the door does not depict a challenge, but a drawing. It has not been reported that pictures were ever posted to the door. The drawing depicts a tall, thin man wrapped around a tree. The man appears to be dressed in modern business attire, a black suit, white shirt and black tie.

Conservators and art historians have minutely examined the painting and have come to the conclusion that the drawing was done at the time of the original painting, not added at a later time. How a seemingly modern image came to appear in a painting nearly 500 years old is a mystery. The historians at the Louvre are also debating what the significance of the drawing is. Some of them maintain that the image is an accurate depiction of what was on the door at the time Luther posted his theses. Others hold that the drawing was not actually posted on the door, but was placed in the painting by the artist for symbolic purposes. What the image of the man symbolizes has escaped the historians, however.

Little is known about the artist Josef Franz. he was born in Wittenburg, Germany in 1503. He showed a definite talent for drawing and painting at a very young age. Some have gone so far as to call him a prodigy. He completed several paintings while still a child. This newly-discovered painting appears to be the last painting Franz completed. While what happened to him is a mystery, he seems to have disappeared about 6 months after completing this painting. At the time he was working on a portrait for the local Bishop. The painting was never finished. In the lower corner of the canvas, which was still blank, is a crudely drawn multilimbed stick figure and the statement "Er Kennt Mich", which translates into "He knows me".

It is unknown what happened to Franz. He may have become ill and died with no record (a fairly common occurrence at the time.) It is also possible that he simply moved to another region and was forgotten. What is known is that no paintings by Franz from after this time have been discovered. Some state that the fact he did not finish the painting of the Bishop, along with no record of his death may indicate foul play. All that is known is that Franz disappeared before finishing the painting.

Historians are hoping to find more works by Franz, in hopes that it will help clear up the mystery of his disappearance and bring more light about the life of this mysterious child prodigy.

Mooch and Earl
May 20, 2009

by Tiny Fistpump


Manuel Calavera posted:

Entry #16 is up, I'm watching it now.

It took him.....he's gone....

The Cookie Monster
Dec 30, 2008

That's good enough for me!


Mr. Fowl
Mar 8, 2008

nononononono


The Cookie Monster posted:



This is wonderful.

He's to the right, bottom half.

TommyFilth
Aug 25, 2000

by Ozma


IUG posted:



I can generate it, but I still can't see it.

No, no, you just need to toggle between "Kangorian" and "Zalgo". It's the radio button. Sometimes it doesn't load, but if you hit refresh a few dozen times, it eventually shows up.

Actually, that does look like some kind of cool robot language - like a robot would actually have any need for its own written language other than as another way to entertain us.

The Cookie Monster posted:



This owns.

Manuel Calavera
Nov 1, 2008

Hey waiter, what's this metatarsal doing in my soup?



New totheark video response to Entry 16. It makes me

Rob Rockley
Feb 23, 2009



The Cookie Monster posted:



This is seriously one of the best things in this thread, and a blessing after that long dry spell of slim pickings. Edit: Not that the videos are anything less than awesome.

Edit: I think the trick is that IIRC the first posting of it had just the hidden stickbugs. Now you're looking at the hidden stickbugs and don't even realize SMan is there starting at you.
VVV

Rob Rockley fucked around with this message at Oct 23, 2009 around 22:41

Daeren
Aug 17, 2009

YER MUSTACHE IS CROOKED


The Cookie Monster posted:



This was posted earlier in the thread

TommyFilth
Aug 25, 2000

by Ozma


Just made this. Not sure how I feel about it, yet. It's definitely a concept piece.

Only registered members can see post attachments!

blunt for century
Jul 4, 2008

I've got a bone to pick.



TommyFilth posted:

Just made this. Not sure how I feel about it, yet. It's definitely a concept piece.



This is great. Keep this up, and it'll help make the thread even better.

Tias
May 25, 2008

Destroying property is not violence, no matter how much corporate media tries to create the equation.

Put this loser on ignore immediately!




H̦͔̪͌̔̈͊ͬ̑͋̀̕͠ͅE̢̬̠̻̐ͥ͊ͭ́ͫ ̶̡̯̖̙̋̋ͭ͐̃̃͋̓͢ͅͅC̢̛̳̬͍̹͙̱̲͈̩͋ͨ͞Ò̥̞̟͉͕͒̂̎͗͊͐͑̓͘M̾̈́̏͌̉͏̛͈͇ͅE̸̲͓̝͈ͤ̍̈ͦ͒͡S̼̘̮͕̮̲͚͎͖ͬ͌͑̎̆̔ͫ

Reverend Gnome
Nov 7, 2007

by Fistgrrl


I got bored, read all of the Marble Hornets thread, and then saw this one was still chugging along. The other thread got me thinking about the idea that The Slender Man is only being visible to people who take his picture or videotape him, and then they can't stop seeing him afterward. I then decided to write this:

I saw a man in a suit today.

I don't imagine you'll find that very interesting; there are men in suits everywhere, after all. The thing is, I'm from a pretty rural area and there's rarely a reason to wear a suit out here. Unless you're getting married or buried, you really don't need formal attire.

I suppose, in a way, perhaps he was dressed appropriately, after all? I'm getting way ahead of myself, though.

I first saw him less than a week ago. I had woken up early in the morning, hoping to catch the sun rising from a beautiful spot I'd found the day before. I'm a bit of an amateur photographer. I like taking pictures of nearly anything and everything, and I wanted to try my hand at that old staple: sunrise over a pretty autumn skyline.

I found the spot nearly a mile behind the old Derrick estate; a derelict old farm long since overgrown with kudzu and the steadily encroaching forest. I travelled for the better part of an hour, the short distance seeming much farther due to the resistance the untouched growth of the forest put up. I originally found the spot crawling across swampy sections of dense underbrush and clutching vines, certain that the best-looking vantage points are found in the places man has the hardest time reaching. I figured that fighting for an hour to cover just over a mile's worth of land would show me something special. I wasn't wrong, but not for the reason I originally thought.

A chilly October wind blew an unseasonable fog across the shallow clearing ahead of me as I readied my camera. My tripod was set at the perfect location for catching the sun's ascent over the trees, or so I hoped. By the time I finished adjusting everything, double-checking my batteries, and brushing errant branches out of the way, the horizon had already begun to brighten. Gazing out over the clearing, I took my first shot.

I checked the preview of my test picture and frowned. It appeared that, at the edge of the clearing, there was a slight smudge. I checked the lens of my camera, but saw nothing amiss. Just the same, I took a cleaning cloth and wiped at anything that might be obscurring the view. Certain that the problem was solved, I took another picture and viewed the results.

Another smudge greeted me. I looked at the preview more closely, inspecting it. The smudge was oblong; much taller than it was wide. It showed up in both pictures just inside the treeline on the other side of the clearing, caught up in a particulalrly dense swirl of the morning mist. That caught me as odd in itself, but I didn't immediately realize why.

Irritated by this unexpected setback, I again wiped the camera's lense and went about making minor adjustments; zooming in a little farther, panning slightly to the left, altering the focus. Satisfied with these trivial alterations, I nodded at my camera before taking another picture. What I saw caused me to stagger back.

The smudge was still in the picture, except now it wasn't just a blur. The picture clearly showed a tall, slender man in a black business suit and tie standing just inside the treeline. The fog swirled about his form, becoming denser as it wrapped around; almost as though it was emanating from him, I thought. I shook the thought from my head and looked up, trying to spot the figure.

No one was there. The treeline stood just as empty as it was when I had first arrived; the fog meandering lazily among the trunks of the various trees. "Hello!" I called, hoping to alert the man in case he was a hunter. "I'm just taking some pictures! I'm not trespassing, am I? Hello?"

I waited for a moment, shading my eyes with my hand despite the lack of sunlight, hoping for a better view. No answer came. I stood there for a few seconds longer, waiting. Realizing my hand was pressed to my brow, I quickly lowered it feeling foolish and a little embarassed. Feeling a blush rising to my cheeks, I quickly snapped another picture and checked the preview. The man was there again.

I shot my head up and again saw nothing at the treeline. I'm not ashamed to admit that I began to feel a little nervous at this point, glancing back down at the photo to see a man who wasn't there. I pressed a button and cycled to the first picture. A blurry smudge floated in the trees, shrouded in fog. I pressed again, and the smudge became clearer; an obvious shape hidden in shadow and mist. Again, the next picture bore the image of a man lurking in the shadows of several trees. Returning to the most recent picture, I gasped and took a step back.

The man had grown taller between frames, and his arms snaked down to his knees like limply hanging vines.

Collecting myself, I returned to the camera's screen. Surely I was mistaken. I told myself that the man had merely walked closer to the clearing between shots, and that the strange arms that looked like vines were just that: vines and nothing more. The picture itself was inconclusive at a second glance. The forest was too dark to be sure of anything specific in the picture. I looked up instead, straining to see something in the fog and darkness on the other side of the clearing. The wind blew, swirling the fog, but I saw nothing else.

I tried to laugh at myself for jumping at shadows, but the camera's viewer clearly displayed a tall, thin man in a suit. He's too tall, I thought to myself, and too slender. And why is he wearing a suit way out here? Without thinking anything further, I took a shot; and another. Yet another. Zoom, then one more. As I was taking the last, I looked across the field until I heard the camera make it's faux-mechanical clicking sound before checking the results.

The first picture was identical to the previous: a tall man wrapped in fog and shadows, a pair of vines in front of his arms. The next shot looked identical to the first and second. Same with the following. Something in my mind screamed out to me as I began to press the button that would display the final picture. Something nagging and urgent, like a splinter in infected flesh. I paused for a moment, then cycled backwards through the pictures I'd just seen. Then forwards. Then back. My eyes began to widen as I realized what I had seen.

The pictures had looked identical to eachother, but they weren't. The vines obscuring the man's arms moved between shot, appearing to writhe as I cycled quickly through the pictures. They also started at his shoulders, and ended in long, pale hands.

My head lifted slowly with an odd, jerky sensation as though I myself were moving in frame-by-frame pictures. I didn't want to look, but my head lifted anyway. I didn't want my eyes to focus, but they acted on their own. At the end of the clearing, partially hidden by shade and fog, was the man who was once hidden yet revealed in my pictures. I stared, helpless, as his boneless arms writhed and whipped; as his body lengthened and grew taller. It was then that I noticed he had no face. Then, when he took a step toward me.

Thought was obliterated by terror. I turned and ran headlong through the forest; branches tearing at my face, roots tripping me up, the ground's rolling uneavenness causing me to stumble. I shrieked and dove aside as a grapevine caught my arm, rolling to jarring stop against a hoary old oak tree. I almost laughed as I realized what I had recoiled from. Almost, until I looked back the way I'd come.

The man in the suit... no, the thing in the suit was no more than thirty yards away, standing silently as though it had always been there. Its arms writhed; I ran.

I don't know how long it took me to exit the forest. The way in had been careful and methodical as I tried to keep myself and my equipment clean, dry, and unharmed. The way out was a mad, unthinking scramble that I can barely remember. I didn't stop running until I reached my town's general store and collapsed in front of one of the morning clerks. All I know is that the sun still hadn't risen above the trees yet.

The first coherent memory I have at that point was trying to explain what had happened to somebody. There were a few people around me by that point, all looking either confused or concerned, but I didn't immediately recognize any of them. I realized that I had somehow brought my camera back with me, but it appeared as though I had been gesturing at the display for several minutes by that point. I saw the confused faces begin to register a sort of understanding, while the concerned merely began to look bored. They thought I was playing a prank. They thought I was trying to trick them or, perhaps, that I had gotten spooked by a shadow or a coyote or something.

I looked down at the camera. On the display was the zoomed-in shot of the tall, slender thing in the suit. It's arms clearly hung down several feet, twisting and bending bonelessly. Looking up, I saw that most of the crowd had dispersed. The only person left was an old friend of mine, Dan Foster.

I was absolutely terrified and exhausted, yet somehow I was also already beginning to feel foolish. I slowly stood up, absently dusting some drying mud off my pants, and held the camera out to Dan. I asked him what he saw.

"Nothing," he replied. "There's a bit of a smudge in the middle, but but I don't see anything else. You scared the hell out of us, man."

I looked at the camera, then back at Dan. I made some lame excuse about shadows and being alone in the woods before dawn, then started walking home. I glanced back towards the store, once. The sidewalk was deserted, but there was something behind the store itself. A head without a face stared back at me over the top of the building, and I ran without looking again.

As I said in the beginning, less than a week has gone by. Since then I have shown my pictures to six other people. Four saw nothing in them but trees. One saw some ground mist and a weird smudge. My mother saw a dark, barely visible hint of a man in a suit hiding in the trees. That was two days ago. My mother was buried today.

I saw lots of men in suits today. The coroner said it was heart failure; strange for a healthy woman with no family history of heart disease. Her friends said it was a drat shame; no woman should die so young, especially without any grandchildren. The priest said she was in a better place; he didn't see the boneless arm snake through the window. He didn't see the slender hand reach inside her chest as mist swirled about her feet. He didn't see the thing in the suit watching her die, its head without a face staring at her as she gasped and choked, waiting for her to go limp before it somehow managed to...

There was nothing I could do. I tried to tear the arm away, but it felt like... like... nothing I can describe. Touching it was like knowing what it's like to rot slowly away to nothing from the inside out. Like surviving in an enternity of oily slick darkness, where the only light is the glint of alien stars off the teeth of something rabid and wrong.

There was nothing I could do. I keep telling myself that: there was nothing I could do. It helps, a little. But, still, I remember running for the phone. I picked up the receiver, hoping to call the police (what little they could have done, I do not know), but hearing nothing but static at the end of the line. I held the phone to my ear as I watched my mother die. As she slumped lifelessly to the ground, the static in my ear slowly started to take form. At first it sounded like an empty cacophony of noise, but then...

Then I heard the voices.

Thousands, maybe millions, of inhuman tongues shrieked and muttered in a symphony of madness; their words ihuman and alien. I let the phone drop to the floor, then fell unconscious beside it. The last thing I remember as the world went dark was my mother's lifeless eyes. That, and the faceless thing outside the window somehow smiling.


I haven't shown anybody else the pictres. I burned my camera and destroyed my computer. I'm not taking any chances. I blocked the windows in my house and locked the door. I know it won't do any good, but I feel helpless and needed to do something. There was one last thing that happened before I end my story.

When I got home from my mother's funeral, after I'd blocked the windows, I turned on the tv. The news was full of men in suits, so I tore the cable wire out of the wall. Folks in the country still have old TVs, and some of us haven't gotten around to replacing our antennas with digital receivers. My television, free from the cable feed's flow of sound and images, displayed a field of black and white static. For a moment.

Then, as I watched in horror, the multitude of faceless figures turned toward me in unison, the white noise of their sea of alien voices rising in a shout of recognition. The empty channel opened on an eternity of slender men in suits, all staring at me with unspeakable hunger in their shapeless faces...

Reverend Gnome fucked around with this message at Oct 23, 2009 around 14:20

Mooch and Earl
May 20, 2009

by Tiny Fistpump


Manuel Calavera posted:

New totheark video response to Entry 16. It makes me

I started watching this and was like, oh its just some white noise....then
It saw him on the ground.....

Futureperfect
Apr 9, 2009


This is what it looks like for the guy on the mac:


Click here for the full 870x256 image.

rinski
Sep 12, 2007

things that go wump in the night



Click here for the full 977x210 image.


That's what it looks like on a Mac, which I think is creepier.

Bad Munki
Nov 4, 2008

We're all mad here.



rinski posted:


Click here for the full 977x210 image.


That's what it looks like on a Mac, which I think is creepier.

Only when they paste it into a post here. If you go to the generator site, it looks closer to correct, except it puts all the weird crap between the letters horizontally, instead of growing up and down form them. Which I sort of like.

Fenring
Feb 10, 2007

Yeah, Thats Right

Daeren
Aug 17, 2009

YER MUSTACHE IS CROOKED


Fenring posted:



FFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKK

I hate flying already you rear end in a top hat now I'm going to constantly have to avoid looking out the window in fear of seeing THAT THING

Gordong Dongbay
Oct 18, 2007

by FactsAreUseless


H̐e̓͐͒ͩ̑ͬ͐ͫ ̈́̒c̅̓̌ó̑ͨm̃ͤe͆ͪsͥ.̿ͦ̂͒
̔ͥ͌H͒̅͋̎͂̿e̾ͫ ̒̍̈ͦ̂s̓ͣͯͧe͒ͭ̓̊̈̐e̋̽̎s͒̋̓.͛͌
̅͂̄ͨ̊̽ͥͬH͋̀̿ͤͥ͛ͬͮeͤ͌ ͐̏ͩ̉wͯ͐̇́a͑ͩ̃̎̅͆ͧi̿̿ͨͥͣ͌tͦ̊̿̃sͩ.ͩ͑̈͛̓͒̎̋
͑ͮ͗̿̉Hͧ̍̃ẽ͛̚ ͩ̀i͒ͣ͂s̓̅ ͒̽ǎ͗ͤͤlͪ̀̽̑͐̑̋ͨl̏͌̌͆ͬ̔ͤ̔ ͩ͛̈k͋ͥnͬ̆̍͊o͌̅ͦ̏w̏î̑ͬ̊ͫn̉̏̆́g̉̑̌̓͆͌.ͩͬͤ̓
ͣ̃ͣĤ͛̓ͥ͋͂̊̇ǐ̒̈ͧ͛̉s̐̒̈͒ͥ̄͐̍ͯ ̃̆ͤ̒ͨ̄ͨs̅́͆̀̿u̔ͭͩͪ̊ͦͧ͒͂i̇͋̿ͪ͂̐ͧṫ́̑ͫ ͯ̃̏̿m̉ͣ̅ͬ̔̋̚o̓͌͆̄c̿̒ͧ̄̽͆̓ͫ̐k̐s̐̒͆̇̓ͧ̇͌ͬ ͌m̓̂̽̾̾̚e̽̈́͌ͯ͆.ͣͧͩ͗
̇̆Hͤ̃ĭͮͤ͊̒s̓̽̓́͐ ̉̄̓aͣ̒̎̓ȓͩ̾ͮͦmͬ̈́͆̊͗s̑̐ͩ̈ ̅ͪͪ̆͂ͦͦe̊m̅ͥ̓̆̂bͯ̂ͩ̚r͑̊ͮ͑ͩͨ͂ͫaͤ̇͗̂ͩͪ̒cͫ͊̓̐e͋ͭ ́̈ͭ̔m̽̚e͗̎.ͦ͂ͮ̅̐̆̚
̌H̄̅ͦ͐̓eͮ̆̂͒̓̃ ͬͬͭi̓sͬ͗̀̃ͬ͂̚ ͐͐ͫ̈́̅ͫ̑bͧ̅ͬͥ͆̉ȅ̑̓͂̏̒hͪͦͦ͐̒í͛͛ͧ̈̔̐́n̑͛̊̂ͦ̈̍͋d́ͧͥ̃̐ͤ̋̍̂ ͩ̏͐̑̂ͩyͮͮ͊̽ǒ̿͌͗̔͛ͬȗ͆ͯ͊̊ͥ͊.̋̇̈́

IUG
Jul 14, 2007

Without me, there is no mission.
I am the mission!


Futureperfect posted:

This is what it looks like for the guy on the mac:


Click here for the full 870x256 image.


Thank you.

Fpqno
Jan 23, 2007


A few weeks ago, I let my mom borrow one of my cameras. She wanted to know how to use the timer on it, and I couldn't remember how, so as she drove me home, I played with it until I remembered, taking pictures of the road, etc.

The next day, I got so sick, I was out of my mind, completely incoherent. I actually ended up staying with my mom a few days later, because I wasn't going to turn down free food and a doting mother while I was sick. One night while there, I took my puppy out for a midnight pee. All of a sudden, she flipped out (very unlike her, as she's usually really submissive and quiet and just a little bit too needy) and started barking at seemingly nothing. Then I saw him. A tall man, all dressed in black, slipping around a corner and out of sight. All night I had dreams that I was video taping myself, and I kept waking up in a cold sweat, thinking that it wasn't enough, that I needed to change the tapes, that I needed to film from a different angle. It was really weird, and I was kind of freaked out. The next day I took my dogs and went back to my place in the city.

Today, my mom brought back my camera. She's not computer-savvy enough to download her own pictures, so everything was still in it, including the test pictures I took, two weeks ago. Among them I found this:



Now I'm sort of hoping the constant stream of drunken bros lined up for the club across the street will keep our slender friend at bay. Or at least he'll kill them all first... right?

spixxor
Feb 4, 2009


Reverend Gnome posted:

loving christ

Holy poo poo, dude. That was awesome.

kaonicks
Feb 16, 2009


Cross-posting from the marble hornets thread to share the silly:

On/off topic:

I introduced my mom to this (Slenderman and the videos) and we talked about it for awhile. When things calmed down conversation wise, she laid down in the dark to talk on the phone and left her door cracked. I found an old suit jacket and put it on and stood near her door brushing the sleeve against the door opening it slightly. She screamed and freaked out.

TommyFilth
Aug 25, 2000

by Ozma


Reverend Gnome posted:

There was nothing I could do. I tried to tear the arm away, but it felt like... like... nothing I can describe. Touching it was like knowing what it's like to rot slowly away to nothing from the inside out. Like surviving in an enternity of oily slick darkness, where the only light is the glint of alien stars off the teeth of something rabid and wrong.

This is exactly the impression I had from being touched by the being in the dream I described. You are an incredibly talented writer, by the way.

ChibiSoma
Apr 13, 2008

by FactsAreUseless


Louiseyface posted:

After walking home, in the dark, on a very dark walkway, Slender Man was very much to the front of my mind.

I don't think i've ever walked as quickly as I did this evening. drat you, you tall, creepy sonnovabitch.



"AAAAFTER THE FALL WE'LL BE BORN, BORN, BORN AGAIN!"

No one? Really?

gently caress you hippies, I'm never gonna sleep. Sleep schedule's all hosed up and I'm exhausted because I'm trying to wrench it around. Being scared shitless certainly helps. But I already deal with annoyingly regular bouts of sleep paralysis. That poo poo fucks with my head enough as is. And I see standard 'scary' poo poo - aliens out of the corners of my eyes, bugs, (and this is just me because gently caress them) every so often a beholder or something. Now I'll be waking up but not waking up, unable to blink or move in any way, and the Slender Man will be there. Standing next to my bed. Looming over me.

And staring down.

The Rokstar
Aug 18, 2002

by FactsAreUseless


Fenring posted:


There's... some... THING! On... the WING!

Reverend Gnome
Nov 7, 2007

by Fistgrrl


TommyFilth posted:

This is exactly the impression I had from being touched by the being in the dream I described. You are an incredibly talented writer, by the way.

Man, I sure as hell would not want to have that dream, then. Also thanks to you and spixxor for the compliments. I'm not good with Photoshop, but wanted to contribute nonetheless.

I'm just glad somebody liked and/or was creeped out by it.

Genesplicer
Oct 19, 2002

...But I am already in my Pajamas...

Total Clam

So, honestly, how many of you look around for the Slender Man when you are outside after dark? My back yard has lots of places he could be...

Genesplicer fucked around with this message at Oct 29, 2009 around 06:14

kizeesh
Aug 1, 2005
Im right and you're an ass.

Fenring posted:



This Dementor is doing it wrong...

Daeren
Aug 17, 2009

YER MUSTACHE IS CROOKED


genesplicer posted:

So, honestly, how many of you look around for the Slender Man when you are outside after dark? My back yard has lots of places he could be...

I do

My house has a huge backyard with lots of places to hide on the foliage on the edges.

Bad Munki
Nov 4, 2008

We're all mad here.



Likewise. My neighborhood has very widely spaced streetlights, with lots of trees here and there, as well as an empty lot across the street with a dark line of trees at the far end.

Slenderman is the shadows under the trees. Slenderman is that brief moment before you turn on the light when walking into a dark room, and the same moment when you leave. Slenderman is the leaves you can hear skittering down the road, but are unable to see. Slenderman wakes you up in the middle of the night and won't let you go back to sleep because you can feel him watching you.

s.i.r.e.
Apr 22, 2008

Down the Rabbit Hole.


genesplicer posted:

So, honestly, how many of you look around for the Slender Man when you are outside after dark? My back yard has lots of places he could be...

Could be? He's is. He's everywhere, yet nowhere.

Look behind you.

Genesplicer
Oct 19, 2002

...But I am already in my Pajamas...

Total Clam

Not really a paranormal image, but definitely inspired by this thread... here's a "decoration" that I put up at my house. I wonder what it will look like when the sun goes down.





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TickleTheJello
Dec 8, 2003


The Cookie Monster posted:



This is really well done. I like.

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