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Ratjaculation posted:> stab tree to prepare for stabbing friend 
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Jun 29, 2014 20:20
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NecroMonster posted:>build a goku  You pile some rocks together in a clearing, but you can't find a way to keep their form or shape, let alone give them any color.
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Jun 29, 2014 20:34
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The Protagonist posted:> like own stream 
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Jun 29, 2014 20:36
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The Protagonist posted:> wander poorly rendered forest aimlessly  You wander for quite some time. The forest seems to continue forever and contain few landmarks. Eventually, you come upon a building.
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Jun 29, 2014 20:43
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The Protagonist posted:> switch to lowtax, tweet stream link prompting goonrush   Your viewership has dramatically increased. This slightly panics you.
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Jun 29, 2014 21:09
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NecroMonster posted:>go back to rocks, poop on the rocks, use poop as grout to hold rocks together into a shape, make that shape a goku  You accomplish the task. You do not feel great about it, but everyone else seems to enjoy it.
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Jun 29, 2014 22:19
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 You put a link to your Paypal on screen and encourage donations. The dislikes for your video increase dramatically. Some of the audience appears to leave. Regardless, Paypal notifies you that you have received 50$ in donations. Good job.
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Jun 29, 2014 23:04
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 You use 10$ from the Paypal donations and register for the Something Awful forums offscreen. None of your viewers can see this, and they express their boredom in the comments.
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Jun 29, 2014 23:47
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a hole-y ghost posted:>take this opportunity to make a scary face and yell "OOGA BOOGA" at your viewers to spook them out  You suddenly yell out and jump at your webcam. No one seems to react. The game music in your speakers is getting louder and more foreboding. Atma fucked around with this message at 01:28 on Jun 30, 2014 |
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Jun 30, 2014 01:21
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Bobby Brown posted:>find all 8 pages while successfully evasing bendyman in record speedrun time. then close game and open up your haunted pokemon rom  You close the program and insert a black cartridge labeled "Pokemon" into your computer somehow, probably through a bunch of adapters that you ordered off of monoprice. You become very frightened as the game is not as you remember, and you find yourself in battle with a Ghost. Your comments seem to have derailed into a discussion over religion.
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Jun 30, 2014 05:21
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Putty posted:change the letters in "livestream" to "livescream" then scream until you can not scream or produce sound ever again  You push your lungs to the limit and scream very loudly for several minutes. Eventually you lose your voice, and you can taste coppery blood beginning to fill your mouth. You're not sure if it's the screaming or the game, which has taken a turn for the strange. You feel as if the GHOST is cursing... you.
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Jul 1, 2014 02:22
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Justin Tyme posted:>quit game and go back to bendyman because this is going fuckin nowhere and goons are terrible  Your self-diagnosed ADD forces you to power off the cartridge and reopen Bendyman. You manage to find your way back to the building. You are not feeling so well.
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Jul 2, 2014 00:15
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The Protagonist posted:> pick up the phonecall from your hot hippy mom, tell her you're gay  You pick up the phone. Instead of a greeting, you plainly state that you are gay. Your voice is raspy and almost unrecognizable from the previous screaming. After a brief moment of silence, a voice who you know to be your Mother replies in a warm, sing-songy voice, "It's ok baby, Daddy and I have known for awhile. I'm glad you're finally coming out! I'm SOO proud of you. What is wrong with your voice, honey? We have some herbal lozenges in the pantry."
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Jul 2, 2014 01:44
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SilkyP posted:> tell mom to gently caress off she just dont understand how loving gay you are  "No, I don't think you understand me," you continue on in your hoarse voice, blood gurgling in the back of your throat. "I am the gayest there was, the gayest there is, and the gayest there ever will be. I am the Alpha and the Omegay." "Think of the gayest thing you know, then multiply that thing by one thousand. If you take the result of that and gently caress it in the rear end, you'd be close to half of how gay my left nipple is." Your mother is silent for a moment. Her voice is cautious. "Honey, have you been taking things from Mommy's secret drawer? You know you're not supposed to go in there..."
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Jul 2, 2014 03:42
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The Protagonist posted:> hang up and Illavick posted:Drop some acid and kick this up a notch Putty posted:cough blood onto your hands then warpaint your face  You go into your Mother's secret drawer, which is hardly a secret, and take a small amount of what you know to be LSD. You take a moment to paint your face in a simple pattern with your own blood, and sit back down at your computer. In front of you is a man in a suit, with the strange GHOST where his face should be. His voice is calm and soothing. "Hello Billy. Can you tell me where your family is?"
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Jul 2, 2014 04:09
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NecroMonster posted:>tell him exactly where your family is  You tell the strange man where to find your step-father. He smiles, and you feel yourself compelled to leave your computer and walk into the living room. Your apartment seems to have transformed into a very similar forest as that in the Bendyman game. As you approach the couch, your step-father coughs and hurriedly stuffs something into the cushions. "Hey there, little man," he smiles, "Wanna hang out for a bit?" He squints his eyes, examining your face. "Whoa, wanna play cowboys and indians? I never got to play that with my dad," he mentions wistfully, "You know what to do," breathes the suited GHOST who follows behind you. Atma fucked around with this message at 03:04 on Jul 3, 2014 |
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Jul 3, 2014 03:01
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Jellymouth posted:>Take him up on his offer. Cowboys and Indians sounds fun.  Your step-father excitedly rushes to the closet. As he puts together makeshift costumes, the forest warps and twists around you. Before long, you find yourself next to a campfire in the middle of a desert. "How, Chief Running-Feather," says your step-father in a slow drawl, "I'm afraid me and my boys have to take you in." The suited GHOST seems impatient. His voice darkens. "This is not what you are meant to do." It drops a large kitchen knife onto the dirt. "End this."
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Jul 3, 2014 18:27
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Anoia posted:>Stab bendyman, since he insists.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YjnZlBQDgt4 mr.capps posted:>Time jump: 32 hours into the future  "There's uh.... no smoking in here, Detective," says the officer in uniform cautiously. You survey the area, take a deep drag, and shake your head. It looks like a stuck pig ran around doing cartwheels before exploding with a belly full of cranberries. You've got a funny feeling you won't be getting any sleep tonight, either. "This is just like the last one. Thank God the mother wasn't home yet. Any word on the kid?" The officer shakes his head, "Nothing... it's like he just, disappeared. Strangest thing I've ever seen." He takes his hat off and wipes the sweat from his brow.
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Jul 3, 2014 20:31
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Glory of Arioch posted:> excuse yourself to the restroom, take off all the clothes underneath your trenchcoat, and come back and pretend that nothing happened while you were gone  The officer raises his eyebrow as you exit the restroom. "Uhh, shouldn't you be wearing your shoes in the crimescene?" You give him a look as if he is the dumbest person on earth, "This is my method. I need to get inside his mind." The officer frowns. NecroMonster posted:>build a goku  You rummage through the closets and dresser drawers until you find a pair of bright orange sweatpants. Propping the corpse of the step-father against the couch, you undress him. The limbs are stiff and cold with the onset of rigor mortis, but you manage to slip the sweatpants over his legs. Using hair gel you found in the bathroom, you spike his hair unnaturally above his head as if he were the bride of Frankenstein. "Ok, I really don't think you should be doing that," says the officer in a disapproving tone. "This is way above your level, uniform," you shake your head and take a drag from the cigarette. "You should be taking notes. I'm gonna catch this guy if it's the last thing I do." Anoia posted:>Go to the computer, then ask the people still watching the livestream after all this time what happened.  You follow the blood trail into the boy's room and find his computer still powered on. A strange video game is currently running. You sit down at the chair and see yourself in the middle of a poorly rendered forest, staring at a large patch of loose dirt with a shovel sticking out of it. All is quiet but for the sound of a heartbeat.
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Jul 4, 2014 02:21
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Justin Tyme posted:>ask anyone still viewing the stream if they saw anything unusual  It looks like the boy was broadcasting this video game over the internet at the time of the crime. You think it still is, but can't be sure. You ask out loud if anyone is listening. "Hello, Neo," responds a calm, pleasant voice. A voice that seems familiar. A little... too familiar. "It's been a long time. Do you miss your parents?" Your heart drops into your stomach like a lead anchor covered in fishing weights on Jupiter. In the video game, thunder echoes in the distance.
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Jul 4, 2014 03:45
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Putty posted:>Open trenchcoat, revealing revolver tied to your penis, start shooting computer while screaming  You recoil in horror from the computer and begin screaming. Then, as you had practiced so many times before, you yank open your trench coat and fire your Crotch Pistol into the computer tower several times. This is a tricky process involving flicking your member upward, cocking the hammer on your belly and then firing the weapon with each thrust of your hips. It never suspected a thing. The monitor turns off. ArchWizard posted:> Tell the voice that The Internet is now a crime scene  The uniformed officer runs in from the living room, service pistol drawn. "What happened? I heard shots fired!" He looks around frantically. "Stand down, kid," you try to calm him, "We're gonna need to declare the entire Internet a crime scene. I need you to not let anyone in or out until this case is closed." "I don't... I don't think-" the officer is interrupted as the nearby monitor blips back on, the previous video game still in progress exactly where it was. Atma fucked around with this message at 01:56 on Jul 6, 2014 |
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Jul 6, 2014 01:51
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mr.capps posted:>Transfer and hack yourself into the internet like a bad 90's action movie  Steeling yourself, you touch your hand to the monitor and close your eyes. A malevolent presence courses through your body, chilling you to the bone. "I've missed you, Neo. Do you remember all the fun times we had together?" booms the familiar voice in your head. You are forced to relive the death of your family at your own hands. It is a nightmare that lasts what feels like to be an eternity. Mercifully, you suddenly feel as if every atom in your body is ripped apart and then reassembled.  When you open your eyes, you find yourself in an endless landscape of circuits and code. You conclude that you must have successfully made it inside of the Internet. "There has to be clues around here somewhere," you muse out loud. Your voice is strangely distorted and digitized. Atma fucked around with this message at 04:31 on Jul 6, 2014 |
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Jul 6, 2014 04:24
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Huge Obamacare Fan posted:> become the Freakazoid  Taking a page out of your Detective's Handbook, you use the entire knowledge of the Internet to become the Freakazoid. You feel empowered. A group of brightly uniformed humanoids approaches you. One of them speaks. "Halt, outsider. What is your business in these, our most precious tubes?"
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Jul 6, 2014 17:04
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cock hero flux posted:make eye contact with the closest man and stare directly into his eyes  The other two humanoids draw strange weapons and level them at you. Their voices sound out in unison and are highly distorted. "Your behavior is unacceptable. You are hereby under Internet Arrest. You will be escorted to the Net Nanny for your arraignment. Comply."
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Jul 6, 2014 18:24
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cock hero flux posted:unhinge your jaw and put the man's now unprotected head entirely in your mouth  The humanoids wait through your action patiently, then fire searing hot lasers into your chest, severing your head from your body. You are dead. ------------- RELOADING LAST CHECKPOINT ------------- Al Borland posted:>Laugh and declare, "Everyone knows even a 6 year old can disable the Net Nanny!" Then open task manager and close it out opening up windows of swap.avi, goatse, meatspin, 2girls1cup, 1guy1jar, tubgirl, lemonparty, and every other awful porn link you can think of to overload the men before you. Then declare, "I'm gay!" and flash them your freakazoid genitals. Firing your now lightning powered dick gun into them.  You cleverly bypass Net Nanny's browsing restrictions and open several portals into various unmentionable websites. The humanoids seem awestruck. Their weapons fall limp in their hands as they gaze on in horror. You use this distraction to open your trench coat and fire your now comically enlarged Crotch Pistol, murdering them all where they stand. You hear a deep rumbling beneath you. "WHO DARES violate the sanctity of MY Internet?!" Your supreme knowledge of the Internet helps you identify this voice as the Net Nanny.
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Jul 7, 2014 01:42
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Salvor_Hardin posted:Hide in the goatman's rear end.  You quickly duck inside the nearest Internet portal, which happens to be a man holding his anus open past its natural inclination. Before long, a large gray haired lady approaches with an entourage of men in orange jumpsuits. She looks around in disgust. "CLEAN THIS FILTH UP," she bellows. The men immediately comply and begin de-materializing the portals. She then shouts to no one in particular. "WHEN I FIND YOU, I WILL BLACKLIST YOU FOREVER!" Her voice rings in your ears.
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Jul 7, 2014 04:06
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mr.capps posted:>Remove goatman's wedding ring, we'll need it later Mojo Threepwood posted:Summon your friends on Toon Squad to play basketball against those five orangemen, winner gets the internet  You remove the anally distressed man's ring from his finger. Merely touching it makes you extremely uncomfortable. You place it in your coat pocket and the feeling subsides. You squeeze yourself out of your hiding spot and plop onto the floor with a sickening thud. "SIEZE HIM!" bellows the Net Nanny, and her servants jump into action. "Wait..." you interrupt. Reaching deep into your powers of the Internet, you summon forth a small gathering of the Toon Squad, the basketball playing cartoon characters. This process is extremely draining and leaves you light-headed. Though you were able to summon their animated husks, they appear to have no souls within. They stare ahead blankly. "I invoke the Right to Ball," you state plainly. Hushed words and whispers run through the ranks of Net Nanny's servants, some outright grumbling in protest. The Net Nanny raises her chin and frowns. She is silent for a moment, then sighs in resignation. "We follow the Old Ways. The Right to Ball cannot be denied. You will have your game. The stakes will be the Internet, but I will also have your life." A locker-room materializes from thin air, and both sides head in to prepare.  You are in the middle of a basketball court. The Net Nanny dribbles the ball with surprising agility, even sneaking it between her legs, staring you directly in the eyes as she does so. "Let's go, chump." https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J9FImc2LOr8 Atma fucked around with this message at 19:00 on Jul 7, 2014 |
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Jul 7, 2014 18:35
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mr.capps posted:>Start to lose for a while but then begin invoking the family names of all the children who have been haunted by Bendyman slowly giving yourself a power up and inspiring your team. This beings to turn the game around until you shout your own family's name "NOIR!" and then do a slam dunk and win the game.  Things do not look good from the very start. Net Nanny and her crew have skills on the court that are rivaled by few. The lifeless Toon Squad husks are pushed away easily and no fouls seem to be called on the Home team. It's just not fair.  By the fourth quarter, your team is down by 48 points. You couldn't feel any more demoralized. You call a timeout and gather your Toon husks for one final pep talk. "Why are we here?! Who are we doing this for?!" The husks stare on blankly. "That's right! For all the victims of that horrible THING that we call Bendyman." The air grows dark as you mention it by name. You feel eyes upon you. The ring in your pocket feels ten times as heavy. "For Billy's family!" "God drat it, for ALL the Bendyman cases I've worked on my entire lifetime!" "For HARTMAN!!" "For HUDSON!!" "For BENOIT!!" "For SIMPSON!!" Your lip quivers for a moment, but you steel yourself, "FOR NOIR!!!!!!!" The husks' eyes seem alight with a new fire. It seems as if they are linked to your own energy. You take it back to the court.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CSav51fVlKU Five seconds are left on the clock. You've brought your team back within 2 points of winning the game. Net Nanny and her crew are bewildered by your comeback, and they fight back with extreme hustle. There's nothing left to do but go for it. You remember all those that have fallen at this creature's horrible hands. You don't even remember your feet lifting from the ground. The next thing you know, your hand is inside the net and the horn for the game has blown.  You win the game, 104 to 103. Net Nanny drops to her knees and hands you her earrings. "Your game is strong..." "The Internet," she pauses painfully, "is yours."  As you put them on, you feel a new sense of awareness of the Internet. You feel as if you could monitor anything you like. Strangely, there is one area you just can't grasp your mental fingers around. A dark place. Your mind itches as you try to think about it. Net Nanny gives you a knowing look and shakes her head. "You seek Him," she says knowingly, "I would tell you to give it up, but I can see it in your eyes that nothing will stop you. Many have tried what you are attempting, but none have succeeded. The best we can do is accept that He is and always will be a part of our lives." "Do not seek the Bendyman, Neo. Only ruin will follow." Atma fucked around with this message at 22:19 on Jul 7, 2014 |
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Jul 7, 2014 22:12
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Spookydonut posted:You really love making those animated gifs of spinning things huh? First the mh370 search boat doing a flip, now this. 
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Jul 7, 2014 22:53
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Archer666 posted:>Give Net Nanny a wedgie and poo poo on her head  You pull Net Nanny's underwear up her back, wedging it into her rear end. She falls to the ground in humiliation, no fight left in her. To add insult to injury, you lift your leg and unleash your bowels onto her face. All around watch in stunned silence, hanging their heads low. In the distance, you hear a deep voice boom a phrase to no one in particular.  Around this time, your Toon Squad husks begin to fall apart into ash. You feel a heavy stress lifted from your mind. "Do with me what you will, Lord of the Internet," breathes Net Nanny in disgust, "But know that your time is short as long as you pursue He That Will Bend."
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Jul 7, 2014 23:39
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CowboyAndy posted:No! Turn Al Borland into a sexy pony. 
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Jul 8, 2014 03:17
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pathetic little tramp posted:Cast enlarge Al Borland 
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Jul 8, 2014 03:19
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Spookydonut posted:How the gently caress did it take us until page 12 to poo poo? Seriously every other Atma story making GBS threads was like the second or third action. Actually I was technically wrong and only now remember that you did use poo poo to make a rock goku on page two. The FIRST poo poo still stands as it was the first time poo poo was used on another entity. edit: Oh thanks for the Freakagoatse Av Atma fucked around with this message at 06:40 on Jul 8, 2014 |
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Jul 8, 2014 06:30
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mr.capps posted:>Go to the Internet Archive and find the Wayback Machine. Use it to time travel.  You send a tweet out to the internet, oblivious to any events you may have set in motion.  You are here. Where it all began. Inside the first Bendyman thread. The air is rotten and thick. Filthy pipes run through the walls, pumping out a horrible viscous brown liquid. It pains you to breathe here. It pains you to be here. After what feels like hours of exploring- you come to a single toilet, far beyond repair, resting near a puddle of filth. You can feel the ring vibrating in your pocket. It feels very heavy. The only sound is the dripping and flowing of the pipes. You feel extremely nauseous.
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Jul 8, 2014 18:56
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SpiderHyphenMan posted:Hold the ring over the toilet for a long while, then proclaim "The Ring is mine!" and put it on.  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qYBtchCqPao As you slip the goatman's ring onto your finger, the world around you darkens. Terrible whispers rise in your ears. You feel naked and exposed, as if a great spotlight is focused on your being. You have the strong urge to open things. Any things. All things. Before you have time to adjust, you hear the scrape of fingernails from inside the toilet. To your horror, a withered arm bends its way unnaturally out of the toilet, flopping onto the floor - tendons snapping and popping with every motion. What could scarcely be called a head lays itself against the the rim, pulsing nastily. "Ssso...." breathes a calm, soothing voice from within the toilet, "Youuu havvve come hooome, my child." Your mouth drops open, unable to scream. You back away in terror. The ring on your finger is blazing hot. "Youu ssseeee.... when you murdered your famil...y.... you brought us closssser... togetherrr....." "I am your famil....y....nowwwww....... Welcome hhhhoome, ssssson."
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Jul 9, 2014 02:48
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cock hero flux posted:flush Alexzandvar posted:do this but before you do say a really witty one liner  As the extreme fear courses through your body, a funny thought pops into your mind. You laugh in spite of yourself, and walk over to the flush knob. "Hey Bendy," "Yesssssss......?" You make a statement so sharp, so curt and biting that somehow sums up everything that has led to this point. It's as if the universe conspired to create this one moment where this one phrase could be spoken at the most perfect time possible. "Get bent!" The closest thing that the Bendyman has for eyes slowly roll in their sockets. As you push the flush knob, a horrifying screech tears through the air. The pipes shake violently as Bendyman's body is sucked nastily back into whence it came, bones popping and snapping as it is forced through the drain. As his form disappears, the ring on your finger feels a little less heavy. Whispers in your ear speak of unimaginable things opening larger than you could think possible. "Myy ssssoonnnn..." a calm voice echoes in the air. "I had.... ssssuch higggh hopeesssss for yooouuuu..."  Putrid filth pours forth from the decrepit toilet. It begins to fill the area slowly. You try to escape via travelling through the Internet, but it seems as if your abilities have been stymied. The stench is worse than death. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CZJGM4gSon4
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Jul 9, 2014 04:38
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Mojo Threepwood posted:Use the last of your internet powers to change the Facebook profile photo of the officer you left back at the crime scene to a picture of the toilet Using up the very last of your energy, you twist the invisible strings of the Internet and adjust the officer's Facebook profile. It receives 0 likes on his feed and several questioning comments. Vengeful Turtle posted:>the power of the goatman flows from the ring into you. reaching back you wrench your anal cavity open creating a portal to the real world. headfirst you escape into your own rear end like an obscene ouroboros.  You close your eyes and imagine a door opening from this world to your own. You don't know why you've never thought of this before - it seems so simple. The ring sends sensations of immense relief rippling throughout your body, resonating deeply. A warm feeling pulses within you. You climb into your own rear end in a top hat.  When you open your eyes, you find yourself on the floor of Billy's room. The computer monitor is now locked on a blue screen with white text. The officer gasps, "Detective, what the hell just happened?! Are you alright?" From the clock on the wall, you can tell you've been gone for less than a minute.
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Quickscope420dad posted:>Answer the officer with 100% honesty. Tell him the whole story.  You pull yourself to your feet and take a deep breath, leveling your gaze to the officer. You tell him the details of your adventure inside of the Internet, and your encounter with the Bending Man. "I see..." he says, looking down and shifting his body weight. He scratches the back of his neck. "I did... I did see you disappear for a second there." "Look, I don't know what's going on, but I think we should get out of here. It doesn't feel right here." You hear a loud thumping through the wall, where the restroom was. The officer jumps, "What the heck was that?!"
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