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Minecraft Dos by ~StandardOperation
Writing Experiment -- P1And woe, the people acted strangely.Writing Experiment -- P1 by ~StandardOperation
Such a poisoning of the soul,
that caused them to roam,
the graveyards before the morn'.
To revel in the horror,
to gnaw upon the flesh.
And woe, we cut them down.
Man woman and child,
so that we naught be tainted,
by their unnatural sickness.
"But nay!" You say,
there must be another way!
Such a sickness may not be bled out,
nor is there a medicine that can cure.
But woe, we cut them down.
But could not do the same,
for our own tainted selves.
So we pray forgiveness from the world,
and from our god.
For we have doomed us all.
Untitled Creepypasta -- Draft 1My hands shook, as I tapped the keys on my keyboard. My gaze continually flickered back and forth from the underside of my bed, to the door behind me, then back to my computer. Sweat poured from under my arms, my heart racing in that familiar feeling of terror, of someone behind you, something watching you, or something being off about the situation.Untitled Creepypasta -- Draft 1 by ~StandardOperation
But this was different.
I am seventeen years old, and live at home, naturally. I have few friends, just enough to keep away the more asinine of people in my school.
Between my oversleeping and my sickness, I've not made it to school in about two weeks. Or perhaps it's my location; living in th
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