What's your white whale? Post something you've been trying to find for ages

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SIDS Vicious: Jan 1, 1970

food court bailiff posted:

I really want a copy of Clue: The Great Museum Caper, drat it.

I've also been looking for this weird edutainment game I played in like '93, where I think you had just moved to a house and found an old coin or doubloon in your bedroom that let you talk to a ghost and learn about ....whaling, if I'm remembering correctly. Every few years I ask about this in the "help us remember a game" thread to no avail.

Oh my god I have also asked about the whale game a bunch of times so don't worry you didn't make it up

# ¿ Jul 30, 2019 21:35

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# ¿ Apr 27, 2024 00:31

SIDS Vicious: Jan 1, 1970

Holy poo poo I think I finally found it

if this is it I'm so happy this has been years of thinking I was insane

# ¿ Jul 30, 2019 21:37

SIDS Vicious: Jan 1, 1970

Sekenr posted:

I am looking for music video.
1. I saw in on vimeo instead of youtube, who knows why. maybe its now on youtube now
2. It was like a theater play on a stage, with everything looking purposely fake like theater props
3. visually it was about a ship with cruel captain who shot an albatross and there was a point when a mermaid stole a crossbow from a sleeping sailor

pls help me find it or I'll go insane

is it this lol

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CaNV7eCU2R0

# ¿ Feb 14, 2021 01:38

SIDS Vicious: Jan 1, 1970

Dr_Amazing posted:

I don't remember Battleground, but I think that book had the story about the finger in the sink. Not sure why but that one still freaks me out despite the inherent silliness.

yeah it was really unnerving

# ¿ Aug 3, 2021 18:05

SIDS Vicious: Jan 1, 1970

Ramc posted:

I got my copy of the book early, but I got a different edition cover that is also pretty incredible?

its no BDSM muscle hunk, tho, but still

that cat on his shoulder is aces

# ¿ Aug 6, 2021 00:47

SIDS Vicious: Jan 1, 1970

i rememeber seeing a comic strip of the insulin scene from Memento but it was Piglet and Pooh and I cant for the life of me find it again

# ¿ Oct 19, 2021 22:13

SIDS Vicious: Jan 1, 1970

Tea Bone posted:

There was a text image I read on here a few years ago, I think in one of the pyf awkward/ugly/gross threads or maybe idiots on social media.

It was a screenshot of a forum post by a teenage boy who was angry at his sister for *something* but was really bad at articulating himself and nobody could get to the bottom of what he was so angry about. I remember one part of it being that his sister went swimming and had to get her hair wet?

Did anyone know what I'm talking about?

she did the thing where girls put their hair up like they are putting in a pony tail but she didn't

# ¿ Nov 1, 2021 23:51

SIDS Vicious: Jan 1, 1970

phtalo blue?

# ¿ Jan 8, 2022 07:43

SIDS Vicious: Jan 1, 1970

drat beaten, also look up what the color the use on all the dutch china thats what i think of when i hear blue china

# ¿ Jan 8, 2022 07:44

SIDS Vicious: Jan 1, 1970

Son of a Vondruke! posted:

I remember that one. I think it was the boy that was trying to sell him stuff in the first place. If I remember correctly it was Dave Foley as the man and Scott Thompson as the boy. Not 100% but I'm guessing I saw it on one of the DVDs. I only had Seasons 1 and 2, so it was probably somewhere in those seasons.

its two posts up (:

e: okay like 6 or so haha

# ¿ Jan 28, 2022 07:53

SIDS Vicious: Jan 1, 1970

its at least mentioned in this thread ill keep looking, it was written by Jip-Bip-Jo

https://forums.somethingawful.com/showthread.php?noseen=0&threadid=3697616&pagenumber=8&perpage=40#post451140961

# ¿ Jan 30, 2022 04:14

SIDS Vicious: Jan 1, 1970

found it

quote:

Rotten Meat
The following events occured during a two week vacation stay at a rented house in Cape Cod. I was not particularly old; I believe I was 9 and my sister was 4. My mother, however, was in her 30s, so I can't chalk up her experiences to an overactive imagination.

For the first few days, things were fine. We learned the layout pretty quickly; there was a basement with a washer, dryer and a tv in a seperate room. On the main floor was the kitchen, a proper living room and bathroom. And on the second floor were the bedrooms - three in total.

One day it was particularly stormy, so there would be no trips to the beach or nature walks. My parents, really eager for as much private time as they could get, sent my sister down to the basement to watch what little tv we could recieve. My sister and I managed to get a decent version of PBS, which meant the static wasn't too bad at all (antennae only at this place). We continued to watch, I absentmindedly playing my Gameboy, my sister more enthralled by some show.

And then it all stopped. My gameboy shut off. The lightbulb popped. The tv did not go off; instead it showed nothing but static.

And then the smell.

From the other room, the one with the washer and dryer, there was a smell that is not even partially described by the word rank. Imagine a bag of rotting meat kept in the summer sun for days at end, and you can begin to imagine it. "Let's go, please" my sister whimpered. I took her hand and we walked back up.

My parents were not terribly pleased. They listened to our story, sighing as we spoke. Finally Mom smiled and said "Alright, if I go down and check, and it's all ok, will you go back down?" We agreed, knowing if anyone could make it all better, she could.

She disappeared into the black basement, flashlight in hand, replacement lightbulb box held in the other. We expected her to return quickly. She didn't. After ten minutes that stretched into eternity, she finally came back up. "Ok kids, you can can stay up here. In fact, I don't want you going down there again."

We didn't know what that meant, but accepted it gladly. Mom never went down in the room either; she insisted on doing laundry at laundromats in town. I would not ask her what happened for years.

Another night I was woken by a horrid scream from my sisters room. My Dad burst from his room and slammed her door open, picked her up and took her downstairs. It took over an hour to calm her down and a couple smores, but she finally agreed to tell us what was wrong.

She had seen the entire room soaked in blood. Top to bottom. Handprints in blood, streaks, dripping splatters. We wrote it off as a dream, but she refused to go back up for the rest of the night. Mom took a look in the room, and I caught her whisper to Dad: "That smell is there."

Finally, my encounter with whatever it was. My parents had taken my sister into town, planning on doing some shopping with her. I voiced my dismay and they said I could stay at the rented home if I wished. I whiled away some time watching Disney videos, and eventually started to read a book.

Eventually I had had enough reading. I put down the book - and my eyes shot open in surprise. Near the ceiling, slowly circling about as if it were some ethereal shark, cruised an orb, fire red and yet translucent. I didn't move as I watched it, hoping not to scare it away. Part of me was fascinated by it, as if it were as ordinary as a bird on the porch.

Then I heard the car door slam. My parents had arrived, and the orb, a trailing tail following, raced towards the wall, vanishing. "Hi Scott!" called Dad as he walked in, cooler in hand. "Anything good on TV?"

As for what happened to my Mom in the basement - when I finally did ask her years and years later, she suddenly became very still, and quietly spoke. She had intended to simply change the lightbulb downstairs, figuring the bulb had simply died and I had turned off my Gameboy in surprise and that one of us had nudged the antenna out of clear reception. So, she had taken out the old bulb and put a new one in. It didn't work. She tried a new one. It also didn't work. As she tried the remaining two bulbs, she began to smell something too, but this time it had an oily stench to it.

She figured that one of the machines in the washing room had broken, or perhaps a breaker went off or something. She put down the bulbs, and walked into the room. She shone her flashlight on the machines - nothing. Then she looked at the other end of the room - only to see it.

"It" was a short man, crouched over, a piece of maggot covered meat held in its hand. It looked at my Mom, smiled with sharp teeth and black eyes, and whispered "Hello, Laurie".

Then it sank into the floor.

Mom left in a god drat hurry after that.

My family seems to have had a history with ghosts/the unexplained, some good and some bad, but none as extreme as that. If anyone wants, I could post more.
ADDITION:
This post will be somewhat lighter in nature, but first I do have an addition to the story. Let me explain: my sister lurks, and upon discovering I had posted the story, told me there was a part of her dream I had not remember - apparently she also saw a person in her dream, but this was a tall man, with a lanky, emaciated body, long tongue and a knife in one hand. He pointed at her, and that was when she screamed.

# ¿ Jan 30, 2022 04:26

SIDS Vicious: Jan 1, 1970

no problem!

# ¿ Jan 30, 2022 04:48

SIDS Vicious: Jan 1, 1970

ThatGirlAtThatShow posted:

There was a page, I'm not sure but it MIGHT have been Live Journal, that long ago, where a woman basically just spat word salad about her 'naming' and 'writing' and 'producing' like, 99% of the world's music. She obviously had something going on in her head, but it was just such a charming long shaggy dog story about every single famous person ever and how she'd 'come up' with their names, something like that.

I remember she was VERY into Amy Lee and Evanescence, and also she had multiple pages written about the Beatles and Paul McCartney. Does anyone else remember this?

Amy Lee was also her name

# ¿ Feb 2, 2022 04:17

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# ¿ Apr 27, 2024 00:31

SIDS Vicious: Jan 1, 1970

well her online handle

# ¿ Feb 2, 2022 04:17

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