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yes i was quite pleased to see that the other members of NG took this as seriously as I did.
Great job guys. you really know how to make a girl feel special.

At 5/13/14 03:41 PM, Clamstuffer wrote: Good ending.

yeah it turned out great. what with the skeleton popping out. we should submit it to creepasta.com

R.I.P. Giger. we mourn you.

here is the complete horror story written by our NG Family, which is not unlike the manson family.

i call it "falling"

FALLING
by NG forum peeps

I sat mildly at the bus stop, exhausted from a day of dealing with angry morons over the phone. The job paid well but didn't seem worth it for the massive stress it inflicted on me.
I keep to myself and observe the people around me. there's an older lady with enormous breasts showing her cleavage as if it could compensate for the hideous face no doubt carved out from a life time of meth and alcohol and who knows what else. her black dress barely covered her robust figure. we had fifty minutes until the next bus arrived. I probably could have walked in that time period over to the street that would have the route take me home. Walking out in the ninety degree weather with the sun beating down on my delicate pale skin did not become an option.
I...Then a skeleton pôpped out!
The spooky skilenton spooked the protagonist of this story. What will he do?!?!?
...began to twiddle my thumbs as I pondered how got myself in this situation. I had a job and a girlfriend and a family that loved me, but I couldn't remember any of them. What a single fall can do to a person is strange. The woman coughed violently and wheezed behind us. The older black gentleman groaned quietly in disgust. I continued to ponder until I realized that the wheezing and coughing slowly began to get worse and loud. Slowly, everyone began to turn to her. I noticed I had been the last one. A puddle of blood was forming as she clung to the wall behind the bus stop. The older black gentleman said to her...
HE DONE PEED HIMSLF!!1
"Ma'am you alright? Try to breathe!" This older gentleman went from being cold and not giving a crap to being concerned. With just reason. This woman who tried to cling to her youthful beauty like a greedy corporate lizard pinched pennies, was coughing up her bodily fluids. Essential fluids at that. The puddle grew only slightly larger than before stopping, as did the woman's hacking. She collapsed on to the sidewalk. A crowd beginning to gather around her. She was breathing faintly. As she was loaded into the back of the ambulance, I over heard how the paramedics didn't suspect her to live long. One of the paramedics came up to me right before I walked off to another bus stop. "Excuse me, but that woman want's to talk with you about something. Maybe she wants ask you a question. You should see what she wants." Why did that old woman want to chat with me?......
.. She whispered faintly into my ear "did you know you have a skeleton living inside of your body?" before fading away in front of me. I walked away from the whole affair in shock, and fear, could what the crazy woman said be true? Could I have a skeleton living inside of me? And then a skeleton popped out.
That was seven years ago to this day, a day I will never forget.

Early morning. Still dark out. The old chair screeched across the black laminate. I slumped down, a terrible hunger churning inside me, my head still foggy from binge drinking the night before.

I drank to forget... but what? Maybe it was the horrific events of that unfateful day, events that panged in the mind like the sharp sound of cymbals clashing from a wind-up monkey. Maybe it was her ghastly expression, the soulless eyes that haunted me, and those final chilling words that ran up and down my spine like needles piercing flesh. Maybe it was just the terrible fiction I had read the night prior before passing out in front the computer.

I poured my cereal. I somehow hadn't noticed the free prize advertised on the front of my Count Chocula. And then a skeleton popped out.

- The end

nope, 80's youngster. it always has sucked.

butt secks

California, Oregon, Idaho, Nevada, Utah, Louisiana, Colorado

I sat mildly at the bus stop, exhausted from a day of dealing with angry morons over the phone. The job paid well but didn't seem worth it for the massive stress it inflicted on me.
I keep to myself and observe the people around me. there's an older lady with enormous breasts showing her cleavage as if it could compensate for the hideous face no doubt carved out from a life time of meth and alcohol and who knows what else. her black dress barely covered her robust figure. we had fifty minutes until the next bus arrived. I probably could have walked in that time period over to the street that would have the route take me home. Walking out in the ninety degree weather with the sun beating down on my delicate pale skin did not become an option.
I...
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ok now you write some, then the next person, then the next. come on. let's make an awesome horror story.

now it's at 17,002 fans. hahahaha. you lose! now give me gay anal.

i'm from california. explains a lot doesn't it?

At 5/11/14 07:22 PM, poopmcfarts wrote: Someone will ruin it I'm sure.

i'm on my way

ok i didn't say chilly was going to write it. you write it you lazy prick. now go.

I keep it simple. I pull out my penis and slap him/her in the face and scream like a banshee. works everytime.

oh yeah? well, i'm going to start my own NG chat! with blackjack and hookers! in fact, forget about the NG Chat and the blackjack.

ethnic cleansing?
that's nazi shit

slimebeast is best beast

i used to sniff the cocaine i would buy

kill all the white man

i like my coffee black, just like my metal

At 4/16/14 12:32 AM, Thor wrote: I've done a lot of drugs, am bad at math and off my meds

3.2/10

you still have your hammer and hot chicks. be proud.

a lover i don't have to love
this song reminds me of the love i lost
and it huuurts me deep inside
goddammit

he's upset about getting laid? what a pussy.
lol

Love am the heaviest droog

i don't mean on the people in the industry themselves.
do you think it is possible that watching pornography has negative effects, mentally, physically, psychosocially?
can pornography truly inspire ted bundys out there? acting out violent fantasies instilled by porn as he claimed days before his execution?
is it just simple entertainment and the people who take it too far are the same as alcoholics vs casual drinkers.
tell me what you think.

my brain gets negative infinity.
don't do drugs.

never apologize for anything, ever.
unless you want forgiveness, but it's always about what YOu want, now isn't it?

in Texas we execute the mentally retarded

Back in the day, I used to log on to the Marilyn Manson bbs. This was where I enraged many users with various trolls, culminating in posting a telephone number of someone I didn't care for saying it was my own. This person logged into the bbs later to state they had been receiving death threats. Lol.

At 2/21/14 08:12 PM, Sense-Offender wrote: Depends if you're watching Man of Steel or a better movie.

I watched Man of Steel. Superman just had to spoil the moody by shouting after he broke Zods neck.

I made a Dick Palace.