Showing posts with label scary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scary. Show all posts
Slender - Treeees (video)
I decided for my blog post, instead of writing something, I'd do a scarecam styled gameplay video for Slender. I've never played a horror game, or certainly videoed it, so I thought this would, uh, interesting. Sorry for the lack of audio for the game itself. First time and all that.
Hope you guys enjoy my freakouts. :D
Science
Lightning crackles through coils of hardened copper.
A squeak and sigh as they pull the stopper.
Green liquid flows between broken, battered lips,
the woman's hair falls as she bestows her kiss.
"Who ever said my kisses aren't magical!"
As her cackle grew heavy and dark and maniacal.
With a sweep of her arm, she throws up the lever,
causing tables to turn with the surge of the weather.
The clouds out the window were swirling so fast,
that beyond the cold chamber, wasn't heard the deep crack.
Of electricity building into a bright light
that would shatter the world in the dark of the night.
With a groan and a shift, the cadaver revived,
The eyes of the woman grew large, "It's alive!"
A squeak and sigh as they pull the stopper.
Green liquid flows between broken, battered lips,
the woman's hair falls as she bestows her kiss.
"Who ever said my kisses aren't magical!"
As her cackle grew heavy and dark and maniacal.
With a sweep of her arm, she throws up the lever,
causing tables to turn with the surge of the weather.
The clouds out the window were swirling so fast,
that beyond the cold chamber, wasn't heard the deep crack.
Of electricity building into a bright light
that would shatter the world in the dark of the night.
With a groan and a shift, the cadaver revived,
The eyes of the woman grew large, "It's alive!"
An Empty Glass
"We met over an empty glass. That's usually how it all begins with me. Well, perhaps not an empty glass in particular, but something so strange that when I try to remind people of it, they usually don't believe me. You remember though. You always have been good at remembering that type of thing. It was 2004 and I was with my family at Avalon in New Jersey. We always go to Avalon, every year, so that's really not that out of the ordinary. I was only fourteen at the time, and most kids at fourteen would kill to be at the beach, but not me. I've always hated it. It's become a family joke that we go down here just to irk me. Jessy, in particular, is especially annoying about it, and takes advantage of it every single year, but hey, what are thirteen year old girls for if not to bug their older brothers?
"Hey Jaaaames," Jessy taunted. I already knew where this was going.
"Hey Jessssyyy."
"Wanna go to the beach?" Jessy said, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she grinned at me. She was dressed in beach attire to the tee, and I mean her t-shirt literally had "BEACH LOVER" printed across the front in capital letters. She looked stupid of course, but neither of us would realize that until years later when we looked through photo albums.
"Nah, I'm good," I said, scooting a little further away from her on the couch, just in case she tried something.
"OMG, but the beach is your favoritest place in the world!" I could just feel more text lingo about to roll off her tongue. I decided I would forestall this and wipe the smirk off her face.
"You're right. Alright. Let's go." I said, hopping off the couch and strolling toward the stairs. Jessy trailed behind me in astonishment, as I rolled through the door and shut it behind me. I walked down the curb, making my way toward the beaches. I honestly wasn't looking forward to this, but the look on Jessy's face had been totally worth it. I grimaced as I thought about the gritty sand and freezing ocean all under a baking sun. I always feel like a turkey on Thanksgiving when I'm laying on the beach. Jessy eventually caught up to me, sunglasses on and bag on her arm per prep-girl fashion. I swear to this day that there was some sort of manual she was reading from, probably titled "How To Look Like All The Other Teenage Girls."
"I can't believe you're actually coming to the beach." Jessy said, looking through her bag for something. She pulled out another pair of glasses and traded. They looked identical to me, but hey, fashion. "Why are you carrying that?"
She pointed at my hand and I glanced down to find that I was still holding the glass of water.
"Huh, must have slipped my mind when I went out the door. Oh well." I said, drinking the last of the water and swallowing. The two of us made our way up the sandy road to the beach and I felt the sand run over my sandal and grimaced. Did I mention how much I hate sand? It's like having sandpaper rolled across your feet. Anyway, the two of us strolled to where the family was sitting/laying/playing. The family greeted us as we reached their encampment midst the scattered beach chairs, towels, and sun umbrellas. Hannah and Char looked a little shocked I was there, but Peter didn't bat an eyelash. It took a lot to surprise Peter. Hannah and Char assaulted me with inquiries until they were satisfied then I wandered off toward the ocean. I figured if I was going to torture myself by coming to the beach, I might as well go near the ocean. If I like anything about the beach, it has to be the ocean. The way the waves rolled in and out rhythmically, always constant. It's peaceful, unlike the ten children splashing around in the shallow water, but I smiled. I took a moment and stared out toward the ocean, watching the white ripples of waves crashing in the distance. I didn't realize there was anyone next to me.
"Your cup is empty." I jumped, the voice startling me out of my trance. I whirled around to find a red-headed kid next to me. It was you. You were about my height, and I guessed you were probably near my age too. Turned out I was right.
"W-w-what?" I managed. I remember you had freckles scattered across your face because of spending a lot of time in the sun, and your hair was curled back automatically, like it always is, which I'm still jealous of by the way. It's okay though, I don't mind that much. You gestured toward my hand.
"Your cup is empty," you repeated, unphased by my confusion. I looked down, remembering now that I was holding the glass from the kitchen.
"Uh yeah, I guess it is." I said lifting it to examine it closer.
"There's this saying about seeing the glass half full or half empty, but it's hard to see it either way when it's just plain empty." You pointed out, using one of your ridiculous proverbs, which I later learned was a thing you did regularly. I moved forward a few steps into the water, bent down and scooped up some water into the glass. "My name is Don."
"Better?" I asked, holding the glass towards you so that you could see.
"Much better if you ask me," you said, and a smile clung to your face. The smile you still wear now."
The room was mostly dark, with the exception of one window, in through which light streamed into the haunting study. At that moment, Jessy entered the room, and shrieked in terror. In the far corner of the room, James sat with Don's head cradled across his lap, muttering words to the corpse in the dark, and in the hands of the corpse, a glass. "See how the corners of your mouth go up? I knew then that you would be my best friend."
"James? James!" Jessy called across the room, but James just kept muttering. Jessy ran across the room towards James and tried to pull him away from the body, but James just clung tighter.
"I told myself I'd never let you go." James muttered, as he stroked the hair of the dead twenty-four year old man.
Jessy was hyperventilating in between screams of "JAMES!" as tears rolled down her face.
"James, please look at me James! James, please! James!"
Eventually the other siblings were called, and James was separated from the body and nursed back to his bed, still muttering. "We met over an empty glass."
"Hey Jaaaames," Jessy taunted. I already knew where this was going.
"Hey Jessssyyy."
"Wanna go to the beach?" Jessy said, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she grinned at me. She was dressed in beach attire to the tee, and I mean her t-shirt literally had "BEACH LOVER" printed across the front in capital letters. She looked stupid of course, but neither of us would realize that until years later when we looked through photo albums.
"Nah, I'm good," I said, scooting a little further away from her on the couch, just in case she tried something.
"OMG, but the beach is your favoritest place in the world!" I could just feel more text lingo about to roll off her tongue. I decided I would forestall this and wipe the smirk off her face.
"You're right. Alright. Let's go." I said, hopping off the couch and strolling toward the stairs. Jessy trailed behind me in astonishment, as I rolled through the door and shut it behind me. I walked down the curb, making my way toward the beaches. I honestly wasn't looking forward to this, but the look on Jessy's face had been totally worth it. I grimaced as I thought about the gritty sand and freezing ocean all under a baking sun. I always feel like a turkey on Thanksgiving when I'm laying on the beach. Jessy eventually caught up to me, sunglasses on and bag on her arm per prep-girl fashion. I swear to this day that there was some sort of manual she was reading from, probably titled "How To Look Like All The Other Teenage Girls."
"I can't believe you're actually coming to the beach." Jessy said, looking through her bag for something. She pulled out another pair of glasses and traded. They looked identical to me, but hey, fashion. "Why are you carrying that?"
She pointed at my hand and I glanced down to find that I was still holding the glass of water.
"Huh, must have slipped my mind when I went out the door. Oh well." I said, drinking the last of the water and swallowing. The two of us made our way up the sandy road to the beach and I felt the sand run over my sandal and grimaced. Did I mention how much I hate sand? It's like having sandpaper rolled across your feet. Anyway, the two of us strolled to where the family was sitting/laying/playing. The family greeted us as we reached their encampment midst the scattered beach chairs, towels, and sun umbrellas. Hannah and Char looked a little shocked I was there, but Peter didn't bat an eyelash. It took a lot to surprise Peter. Hannah and Char assaulted me with inquiries until they were satisfied then I wandered off toward the ocean. I figured if I was going to torture myself by coming to the beach, I might as well go near the ocean. If I like anything about the beach, it has to be the ocean. The way the waves rolled in and out rhythmically, always constant. It's peaceful, unlike the ten children splashing around in the shallow water, but I smiled. I took a moment and stared out toward the ocean, watching the white ripples of waves crashing in the distance. I didn't realize there was anyone next to me.
"Your cup is empty." I jumped, the voice startling me out of my trance. I whirled around to find a red-headed kid next to me. It was you. You were about my height, and I guessed you were probably near my age too. Turned out I was right.
"W-w-what?" I managed. I remember you had freckles scattered across your face because of spending a lot of time in the sun, and your hair was curled back automatically, like it always is, which I'm still jealous of by the way. It's okay though, I don't mind that much. You gestured toward my hand.
"Your cup is empty," you repeated, unphased by my confusion. I looked down, remembering now that I was holding the glass from the kitchen.
"Uh yeah, I guess it is." I said lifting it to examine it closer.
"There's this saying about seeing the glass half full or half empty, but it's hard to see it either way when it's just plain empty." You pointed out, using one of your ridiculous proverbs, which I later learned was a thing you did regularly. I moved forward a few steps into the water, bent down and scooped up some water into the glass. "My name is Don."
"Better?" I asked, holding the glass towards you so that you could see.
"Much better if you ask me," you said, and a smile clung to your face. The smile you still wear now."
The room was mostly dark, with the exception of one window, in through which light streamed into the haunting study. At that moment, Jessy entered the room, and shrieked in terror. In the far corner of the room, James sat with Don's head cradled across his lap, muttering words to the corpse in the dark, and in the hands of the corpse, a glass. "See how the corners of your mouth go up? I knew then that you would be my best friend."
"James? James!" Jessy called across the room, but James just kept muttering. Jessy ran across the room towards James and tried to pull him away from the body, but James just clung tighter.
"I told myself I'd never let you go." James muttered, as he stroked the hair of the dead twenty-four year old man.
Jessy was hyperventilating in between screams of "JAMES!" as tears rolled down her face.
"James, please look at me James! James, please! James!"
Eventually the other siblings were called, and James was separated from the body and nursed back to his bed, still muttering. "We met over an empty glass."
Soak
Puddle.
Drip, drip, drip, drip.
Weeping in the darkness.
My knife between your shoulder blades.
Seeping in the darkness.
Drip, drip, drip, drip:
Puddle.
Wonder No More
"Wonder no more... No, I wonder no more."
Frisbee and stuff coolz. bai.
HEY. So, I'm doing the college thing right now. I think it's called applying. I'm not really sure, I do know I get to fill in a lot of bubbles though. BUBBLES. If you like bubbles, AP tests must be like a field full of flowers. What if on AP tests, instead of using paper bubbles, we used bubble wrap and then popped the bubble corresponding to your answer. THAT WOULD BE AWESOME. Now my brain is interfering:
Brain: Hey, you know that would be really distracting.
Me: No, it wouldn't.
Brain: Yes it would.
Me: IT'D BE WORTH IT.
Brain: shuddup idjit.
My brain isn't very nice to me. He's a derpity pants.
IN OTHER NEWS, there was this lady from Swarthmore at school the other day, and she was like: "You can start any club you want!" and I was all like: "OH RLY?" and she then relayed that someone who didn't even belong on their campus had started a Quidditch team. Or as Blogger decides to autocorrect that word a Chappaquiddick team. A team of murdering senators driving cars? Now THAT sounds like fun.
So I decided, when I finally get excommunicated... err... accepted to one of these colleges I'm going to go to Swarthmore and start a frisbee team. Even though none of my colleges are related to Swarthmore in any way shape or form. I'll just walk in and be like "YO SON. WE GONNA DISK UP IN HEEYA." But, when I proposed my brilliance to one of my friends she was like "EXCEPT Swarthmore has a Frisbee team" because she always has to win. So I said that's okay, because it probably sucks so I can just start another one. I'll just swagger in all casual like this
and make a NEW TEAM and they'll all come flocking to me because that's pretty much how my life works.
ehehehe. YES IT DOES. NO BRAIN. weiugegriyjeiojh. Lost control of hands for a moment there.
So, I was just told that Hugh Jackman is my spirit animal. I'm really excited about this. I mean, it's not everyone that gets to have Wolverine as their spirit animal. I also decided that he is the most oily man that I can of off the top of my head. Jacob stand back because Hugh has you beat by a twenty foot whipping rod. Ow, that would really hurt.
Quote of Yesterday:
"One does not simply edit Cajua's vocals."
Brain: Hey, you know that would be really distracting.
Me: No, it wouldn't.
Brain: Yes it would.
Me: IT'D BE WORTH IT.
Brain: shuddup idjit.
My brain isn't very nice to me. He's a derpity pants.
IN OTHER NEWS, there was this lady from Swarthmore at school the other day, and she was like: "You can start any club you want!" and I was all like: "OH RLY?" and she then relayed that someone who didn't even belong on their campus had started a Quidditch team. Or as Blogger decides to autocorrect that word a Chappaquiddick team. A team of murdering senators driving cars? Now THAT sounds like fun.
So I decided, when I finally get excommunicated... err... accepted to one of these colleges I'm going to go to Swarthmore and start a frisbee team. Even though none of my colleges are related to Swarthmore in any way shape or form. I'll just walk in and be like "YO SON. WE GONNA DISK UP IN HEEYA." But, when I proposed my brilliance to one of my friends she was like "EXCEPT Swarthmore has a Frisbee team" because she always has to win. So I said that's okay, because it probably sucks so I can just start another one. I'll just swagger in all casual like this
and make a NEW TEAM and they'll all come flocking to me because that's pretty much how my life works.
ehehehe. YES IT DOES. NO BRAIN. weiugegriyjeiojh. Lost control of hands for a moment there.
So, I was just told that Hugh Jackman is my spirit animal. I'm really excited about this. I mean, it's not everyone that gets to have Wolverine as their spirit animal. I also decided that he is the most oily man that I can of off the top of my head. Jacob stand back because Hugh has you beat by a twenty foot whipping rod. Ow, that would really hurt.
That was on a site for how to become a Swede. Lordie, I'm certainly not going near Switzerland.
"One does not simply edit Cajua's vocals."
Race of the day: Asian
(Oh, who am I kidding. It's the race of the century, says the Anglo-Saxon white male.)
So, I'm Sitting At Home Minding My Own Business When
Some of you may have heard that I am in the hospital. This is true. Yesterday I went to get my wisdom teeth pulled and something went wrong with the anesthetic. I was fine for the first hour or two, but after that I began to lose the ability to move my legs, fingers, and wrists. The situation quickly deteriorated to the point where I couldn't easily move around, I was essentially paralyzed. I was rushed to Delaware County Hospital when my sister discovered me on the floor, trying to find my phone. When my number was called, they tested my vital signs, and I blacked out and started to get nauseous. They rushed me to the back and I was immediately cared for. It turned out that my potassium and phosphate had dropped dangerously low after/during the procedure. This caused muscle weakness preventing me from moving around with strength. As I am a minor, our hospital couldn't admit me, so I was transferred to CHOP (google it). However, I've been getting better since I went to the ER because they boosted my potassium rates with a couple of pills. Since then I have only gotten stronger, all hand and finger functions have returned, and I'm only having trouble picking my legs up. That should be fixed with a bit of time. However, we still don't know why my potassium and phosphate dropped so low in the first place. Pray that the doctors can figure out what went wrong so I can be better prepared for next time.
I have a lot of funny things from during this time too, just ask me about it sometime.
I have a lot of funny things from during this time too, just ask me about it sometime.
I Hereby Press Thy Buttons
Great title right? I thought so. What I have come to realize is that I should really get rid of the "I don't like it" button, because no one ever presses it. Similarly, Davina needs to change her buttons on Cry of the Stars (RIP Poeticly3) because I clicked "alright" for the time I can remember in response to her announcement. Obviously we writers are writing fantastically, or you're all afraid of insulting us. So hereforth, I shall change my buttons, and press all of yours along the way. I mean, why not.
SO:
Below I will include four lapels.
SO:
Below I will include four lapels.
Woops. I meant to put labels. Typo.
Below are the four labels:
Awesome
NoStevie
Needswork
________? (SUPER SECRETS MYSTERY LABEL WHUTTTT)
My challenge to thee is to discover this mystery label for your self. I don't really care how you achieve this objective, so long as you do so. No, I will not just tell you.
Your hint: It is very fitting based on the lapels.
May the odds be ever in your favor.
[kaykaybyeeeee]
Poetry
Afraid
Dear Nonbelievers,
I am afraid. So very, very afraid...
I'm afraid because judgement is coming.
I'm not afraid for me. I'm afraid for you.
I watch people walk by me all the time,
people that reject you time and time again.
And I'm afraid.
"We shall all stand before the judgment seat of Christ" (Romans 14:10).
You don't know his justification.
I'm Very Afraid.
~Stevie
Soli Deo Gloria
I am afraid. So very, very afraid...
I'm afraid because judgement is coming.
I'm not afraid for me. I'm afraid for you.
I watch people walk by me all the time,
people that reject you time and time again.
And I'm afraid.
"We shall all stand before the judgment seat of Christ" (Romans 14:10).
You don't know his justification.
I'm Very Afraid.
~Stevie
Soli Deo Gloria
YOU WANT FORTUNE COOKIES?!? I'LL GIVE YOU FORTUNE COOKIES.
Yesterday, Jeremy challenged my lack of fortune cookies. This is unacceptable. This means war.
COLORFUL FORTUNE COOKIES.
FORTUNE COOKIE HEART.
Fortune Cookie FACTORY... nom.
...
If that doesn't satisfy your fascination with fortune cookies, here is an intense 10 minute video... It's pretty cool.
Warning: Slightly Scary
Warning: Slightly Scary
Jeremy, my friend. I challenge thee to a one up. Good luck.
Triple Dog Dare
I triple dog dare you not to jump while watching this scene with the volume on and your eyes fixed on the scene. (Although, I'm not so sure what "triple dog" means.)
Warning: Disturbing/Scary Images
Habudabhdbauhhdhah. Geez that's creepy. I had to clench my teeth and force myself to watch it. Funny story, one time my brother made this our background screen so every time I logged on I would be scared. Jerkish.
Anyway, I have a party to attend.
Peace!
Warning: Disturbing/Scary Images
Anyway, I have a party to attend.
Peace!
4 Ridiculous iTunes License Statements
Have you heard about iTunes' love of naming every possible thing that could go wrong with their application and blaming it on you? Well, if you haven't here's a quick run through.
iTunes is somewhat legendary for there terms and regulations on their software. Many are aware of the somewhat amusing coverage shown below.
iTunes is somewhat legendary for there terms and regulations on their software. Many are aware of the somewhat amusing coverage shown below.
However, Apple doesn't stop there. After reading through their terms and conditions I hesitate to click that I agree. Here's why:
4 Ridiculous iTunes License Statements:
Many assume that iTunes is a perfectly harmless application for music download. Then again, few have actually read the license agreement. The first of these is iTunes' Termination policy. I'm pretty much one of those people who just clicks "agree" on everything. However, this gave me pause. It reads:
Lol, whut? If I read that correctly, if I buy songs on iTunes and somehow defy the license agreement, such as trying to reverse their software, I am then required to destroy all purchased software. I can only imagine this includes everything. If I went to my local grocery store attempted to shoplift a pair of pants, as all local grocery stores should carry pants, would they require me to go home and burn all previously stolen pants before going to prison? No. That's ridiculous. iTunes, the solution to this problem? Sell pants man.
Number two originates from the "Consent to Use of Data" section. These clauses always freak me out. I'm already bothered by how much information Google has about me. Don't even try it iTunes. According to iTunes they take license to:
... Scary. I can only begin to imagine the amount of information passes through the application itself, but it also can gain: "information about your computer, system and application software, and peripherals." With those kinds of system specs Apple could hack the world. I predict the future to be a huge robot war between Apple and Google while Microsoft cowers in the corner.
The last two are both related to Limitations of Liability. Let me put them for you asap.
Basically what part one says is that Apple is not liable for any problems with the application during downloads etc. that may lose you money. They refuse to take any part of the guilt that clearly belongs to them sometimes. However, not only do they refuse you your rightful property, they also blame you for the loss. All quality, performance, accuracy, and effort is with you. Jerkish right? Apple needs to get a handle on these lawyers. Oh, and people need to read Licensing agreements. Some part of me wonders how well Apple would have made off with this licensing agreement in the early stages if people had actually read them. Well, food for thought. It is my responsibility to now inform you that it is indeed your responsibility to read these agreements. If you continue to sign off on things like this, you never know when bad will turn into worse. See, I'm just as mean as Apple, I want you to READ. Ah, how ironic the world is.
In any case, life lesson: don't agree to anything until you know what you're agreeing to.
Otherwise, someday tech companies will own the world.
The One Month Challenge
You may or may not have guessed it from the title. If you guessed that I am going to post every day this month if humanly possible, you got it!
This is a challenge but it will help me become a better writer, just last month I have felt the ease with which I write grow incredibly. I also have a book to be working on as well and the script for Zombie Apocalypse 2.
I'm ready for this challenge. I'm goin' for the gold on this one. How about you?
This is a challenge but it will help me become a better writer, just last month I have felt the ease with which I write grow incredibly. I also have a book to be working on as well and the script for Zombie Apocalypse 2.
I'm ready for this challenge. I'm goin' for the gold on this one. How about you?
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