Good evening night posters.

That was funny.

 

Fenix. That one actually sent me a chill.

 

Well, if I ever need to pull an all-nighter, I know which thread to look at.

 

The basement one, WTF it is doing in my room?

And the train one, why would you care, you're in a million ton metal thing moving pretty fast.

 

The scary thing is when I was a kid I used to be afraid of stuff crawling out of the toilet and eating me while i was sitting on said toilet. D:

 

Bah, link is filtered for me. Damn school network :arghh:

 

OMG Flood. L33T :3

 

must..... Blow... Brains... Out, after viewage... Of threadage...

 

Lame

 

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In the winter of 1944, with overtaxed supply lines in the Ardennes, a German medic had completely run out of plasma, bandages and antiseptic. During one particularly bad round of mortar fire, his encampment suddenly became a bloodbath. The survivors claimed to hear, above the screams and barked commands of their Lieutenant, someone cackling with almost girlish glee. The medic made his rounds during the fire, in almost complete darkness as he had so many times before But never had he made them while this short on supplies. The bombardment moved to other starts of the line, and most men dropped off to sleep in the dark, still hours of the morning - New Year's Day, 1945. The men awoke at first light with screams. They discovered that their bandages were not typical bandages at all, but hunks and strips of human flesh. Several men had been given fresh blood transfusions, yet there had been no blood supplies available. Each treated man was almost completely covered, head-to-toe, with the maroon stain of blood. The medic was found, sitting on an ammunition tin, staring off into space. When one man approached him, and tapped him on the shoulder, his tunic fell off to reveal that all of his skin, muscle, and sinew had been stripped from his torso and his body was almost completely dried of blood. In one hand was a scalpel, and in the other, a blood transfusion vial. None of the men treated for wounds that night saw the end of January, 1945.

 

lol creeepu

 

The sad thing is... The only image in this thread that remotely phased me, was the Abandoned Clown Train.

FFFFFFFFFF-

Also: I've saved this entire thread in my /x/ folder, for late night fappage.

Er. Viewage.

 

hmm, i dont have a /x/ folder

maybe i should though

i name it /*&^%ed up &^%$/

 

Is this a true story?

 

Somewhere in West Philadelphia, you will find an old basketball court with a single ball lying in the middle. Pick it up and start shooting hoops. After a while, a small group of hooligans will approach you and challenge you to a fight, which you must accept.

After the fight, you must go home and relay the events to your mother. She will then inform you that you have an aunt and uncle living in one of the districts of Los Angeles, and out of fear, she will send you to live there for an indefinite period of time.

With your bags packed, go to the street corner, and whistle for a cab. The cab that will pull up will bear the word FRESH on the license plate, and upon closer inspection, novelty fuzzy dice will hang in the mirror. Although you will suddenly realize that cabs like these are extremely hard to find, do not bear any thought to it. At this point you MUST point out in front of the car and say ‘Yo homes to Bel Air’. You will stop in front of a mansion, and it will be sometime between 7 and 8 o’clock, even though it will feel like you’ve been traveling mere seconds. Get your luggage out and say ‘Yo homes, smell ya later!’, but do NOT turn back to face the cabby. Walk up to the door, look over your shoulder once, and then knock on the door three times.

If you follow these instructions, your life will get flip-turned upside-down.

 

Thats scary stuff..

 

I dun get this one....