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Creepy Images & Websites / Re: - the secret level
« Last post by Pondpheera on Today at 01:53:11 AM »
By reading this content. It made me realize that this is a very useful thing. Very good knowledge.
General Discussion / Re: The Dark Horse Returns.
« Last post by Pondpheera on Today at 01:53:03 AM »
I studied after reading this. I do get new knowledge, which is really useful.
Your Stories / Mario Drive-in
« Last post by NuclearCorpus on 06:34:44 PM 02/19/18 »
Modding is a major part of the internet. Most people who spend little more than a few hours on the internet per day have probably modded a game at one point in their lives. Whether it was to adjust some poor textures or make their wildest fantasies about a female character's rack come true, it is impossible to deny that modding has a place in the hearts of money. However, it is always puzzling to me why people mod some games (despite my obvious nature of searching out these strange mods). People have even tried to mod Bioshock before and sadly, were unable to finish the mod because everything in Bioshock is hidden behind layers of security and hard-coding. If Bioshock isn't safe, then one of video games culture icons isn't either; Mario. Everything from Rube Goldberg machines to dialogue-less rendition of Mrs Dalloway.

Luckily, all my prattle isn't for nothing as I am talking about a mod myself, it was called the Drive-In mod and it was for Super Mario 64. Just a word of warning, hacking/modding Super Mario is shockingly easy. You simply get a program called "n64split", open the SM64 ROM with the program, and just like that it splits it into little editable chunks of textures, code, data, geometry, music, and models. With this folders, you can turn Mario into Sonic, Luigi, or make him look like he did in Super KKK Bros.

So getting away from the details, I was looking around for one of these out-of-the-way mods. I don't know why I liked them because most of them ended up to be rather bad, it was like that coin-flip date game. You are meant to flip a coin at every junction and go right if it is heads, left if it is tails. Only in someone's wildest dreams would this end up anywhere good as more often than not, you are probably going to wind up having a date in a seedy diner that still serves wonder bread. So, out-of-the-way mods was like that as only once in a Christmas blue moon did I ever find a good one. As I was getting slightly tired of my short trip to some forum, I found it; "SM64 Drive-In" the poster said proudly. All the forum post had was a title, a download link, and a short sentence about hoping people enjoyed it. It was the kind of mod I liked. Looking up at the post date, I realized that it was only posted the day prior and thought that I could be getting something really special. Unsurprisingly, SM64 mods had come along way from 1996 to July 2017.

After scanning it for viruses, I let the little file into my computer before realizing how large it actually was. It was going to take a while to download this and the little green bar barely filled after a few seconds of me staring intently at it. I hit the more details button and quickly saw the massive amount of textures pouring into my computer. Although I couldn't see the little nicks and crannies of the textures yet, the time the little names spent on top of the download meter told me all I needed to know. I hoped to God that this was something like Norman Rockwell or something fantastic but I gritted my teeth slightly, reminding myself of the Skyrim mod.

A mod that took a whole night to download and all it really did was change the sun/moon to a scarily high-definition of the Goatse image and made every chicken into a garble of textures, making my frame rates dip from two-hundred to ten at simply seeing one chicken. So, I kept my expectations in the dirt and made sure that I wouldn't be disappointed when I felt the pang of regret at allowing the thing into my computer.

While I was waiting, I went back to the forum post and clicked on the guy’s name. Despite calling himself “InBloom94”, he wasn’t exactly in bloom himself. He commented so sporadically and posted only one. All of his comments had little negative numbers next to them, despite some of them being compliments and most being really meaningless replies or just “looks good!” comments. He just seemed to be the most bog-standard lurker of all time. He only posted occasionally, never anything too noteworthy or intelligent. I wondered what the negative numbers really meant, they were deep into the hundreds and only a few really stayed below ninety. As I was about to scroll over them and hope for an explanatory pop-up, the download popped up, saying that it was completed. My mind completely shifted towards that and I was about to start my little ritual of moving models and MP3s around but then I clicked on the folder and saw a little read me file. Simply read to activate the program and it would do it all for me, leaving the original game intact. To be honest, that kind of kindness in a modding community was almost unheard of and I appreciated the simple click-and-done approach. Tapping the program, a black window popped up.

"Let's All Go to the Lobby!" was written out in that classic SM64 font, if not slightly compressed into the small window. I hit enter and the text disappeared, unveiling our castle for the game. It was just a small drive-in theater with blocky cars, a blocky little projector room, and a big white screen across two large posts. Hitting enter again zoomed the camera into the car park and Mario appeared from one of the cars, popping out of the window like he would a pipe. A little wooden sign was directly in front of him and it read; "to change the movie, go to the projector".

I had to explore first. Every car was blocky with black windows except for Mario’s, which had the open window for jumping in and out of. There was a small food stand but it had its shutter closed and you couldn’t do much apart from jump at the metal shutter and hear the metal shudder as Mario leaped off of it. In the projector room, there was a large 1930s projector and a selection of reels. There was only three but they were; King Kong, Superman, and Godzilla. I had imagined something a little more substantial, to be honest. Imagine We Need to Talk About Kevin but Mario is Kevin, how fun yet morbid would that be to play? I just imagined that the guy would be trying to push the envelope a bit, something that was a little more gritty and a little more eye-catching. I could see why this didn’t have a lot of attention because, from the looks of things, it was family friendly. Grezzo 2 got a Kotaku article because it was gory, offensive, and held nothing to be sacred. Family-friendly mods don’t really go very far and don’t get that much attention as it is the way with most things. People are going to remember a poorly-made blood-soaked funhouse of violence over a beautiful-crafted masterpiece about Barney the purple dinosaur.

Selecting King Kong, the octagon reel floated through the air and attached itself to the massive camera. The projector flickered to life and the classic "KING KONG" title flashed over and over on the screen, overly-done film grain and scratches played over the text. I went back to the car and Mario hopped through the window, sliding into the dark abyss of the interior. The screen faded to black and the text “King Kong” faded into view.

After the text disappeared, Mario stood in front of an apartment building but as I rotated the camera, there was the massive model of the empire state building. Slowly, I panned the camera up to take in the full view of the magnificent monument. It was huge, depicting it in an incredibly beautiful way for the graphical limitations. I didn't move for a few seconds as I saw the office lights inside flicker on and off as if people were moving through them, a red beacon on top of the tower flickered on and off, and the building was rendered in such a way that it seemed too beautiful for the Nintendo 64 to handle. As I moved Mario forward, a massive claw wrapped itself around the building and Bowser's looming head appeared around it, casting a shadow over Mario. Bowser started to climb to the top of the building, one of his hands clasped around his chest as if he was protecting something. As I was focused on Bowser, the game had spawned in platforms leading up to the top of the tower and I quickly understood what was going on.

It was just a big game of third-person Donkey Kong but now there was Bowser instead of the gorilla in a tie and it was a lot harder to anticipate the obstacles. Instead of barrels, this time it was the little planes from the King Kong movie that were trying to shoot down the beast. Crop Duster planes with their wings broken off rolled suspiciously down the metal ramps as if they were wooden barrels but I managed to hop and jump over every one of them and eventually reach the top. I wouldn’t say it was a difficult game, the only real hardship was trying to climb over a ledge and getting smacked with a plane that you didn’t expect to be there. It took around ten minutes at the max.

Reaching the top, I realized how large Bowser was. He dominated the top of the Empire state building, holding the only-slightly-taller beacon for support. Despite Mario being the short guy he was, I never remembered having to pan the camera upwards to see Bowser in any other Mario game. Bowser simply stomped around the tower, stamping his feet and holding his claw close to his chest. I was crushed under his feet many times before I realized I had to climb up the beacon like a flagpole and stomp on his head a few times. Three or five good hits later and Bowser was about to tumble down but he pulled himself back up with the beacon and, peeling his head away from his chest, held up Princess Peach up to Mario. I tried to move towards Princess Peach but Bowser fell from the building, his lifeless claws grasping around Princess peach as they both plummeted from the roof. Jumping from the beacon, I landed near the edge and looked down the building, Bowser tumbled down to the roadside and slammed facedown. His claw was underneath his chest, Princess Peach would have been about as thick as a slice of Salami. A few Toads gathered around the corpse of Bowser and one of them garbled "It was beauty killed the beast"! The audio was ripped from the movie but it was destroyed by whatever editing software the guy had used, the highs and lows of the voice seemed to waver and crackle like a bad cassette tape. The stage faded to black and Mario squeaked a ya-hoo behind the black screen.

Mario popped out of the car and I went up to the projector booth again, sliding in the Superman reel this time. The food stand was still closed but I noticed a door by the side of it this time, a little door that said: "employee's only". If the food stand was closed, I doubt the door would open so I went back to Mario's car to watch the Superman movie. 

The screen faded to black and "Superman" wandered onto the screen, fading out as quickly as it came. Mario appeared on top of a rooftop, newspapers circling in the wind of the big city. It felt like the guy had simply reused the New York map again. Looking down at Mario, I noticed a cape that he was wearing. The guy must have stolen the flag model from Bob-omb Battlefield and painted it red, it fluttered so strangely on his back. I hit the jump button and Mario rocketed into the air, I almost thought it was a glitch but he soon came back down, landing in the same spot. Timing my jumps, I managed to launch myself from roof to roof, jumping around like I was a superhero. I stopped for a moment and looked around, seeing nothing, in particular, to go to. I jumped around until I got bored enough to jump from the rooftops to the roads. As soon as I hit the pavement, there was the classic Preach scream of "Mario!". Quickly, I snapped around but couldn't find anything. The shouts kept going on and on, coming from all different directions but I couldn't see anyone. All it was were empty buildings and a completely abandoned city but all I could hear was her shouting Mario's name. I was allowed to jump around for about a minute until the stage just abruptly ended, leaving me without finding Peach. It simply faded to black and Mario got plopped out of the car again.

Wandering over to the projector booth, I noticed that the door was open to the food stand. The shutters were still closed but the door was open, wide open into the darkness. I wondered if he implanted something more gruesome in the food stand, something that would give this mod a bit more teeth. Even if it was Psycho or some basic horror movie, I would be happy that the mod went all out. Walking over to it, I was disappointed when all that was there was a single hovering piece of paper. It was just a simple piece of notepad paper, hovering above the floor like it was an invisibility star. I ran to it and the text popped up, a little note left behind by the mod author.

“So, how do you start one of these things? Are you meant to start it with reasons or just by saying that you are going to do it? As you can tell, I imagine it is obvious that I have been ignored and I feel like the universe is giving me the middle finger as I am just trying to do all the things that I am meant to do. I am meant to get through school, meant to start a family, meant to even just have a girlfriend; I have done none of these things and that is worst of it really. Not living up to society's expectations and haven't for my entire life. I have never had a friend, never gained good grades, and what am I meant to do? Flip burgers until I die as I try to simply live, skating around the brink? I don't believe that what is life about. So, we shall see how it goes. If the universe isn't trying to shit on me, then I offer this. If I haven't gotten any friend, good grade, or even message by the end of January, then I am going to end it all."

I alt-tabbed. The mod had been posted last year in November and the author hadn't been active since the January 31st. I quickly wrote him a message about how I loved his work but never got a message back. I didn't want to find out what Godzilla was about.

Story Critique / Re: Riddles
« Last post by Letrune on 02:27:19 AM 02/19/18 »
Thank you! I am always thinking that people here work with constructive criticism, so it is fine. :3
I confess i had no real idea where this will end, I just started and had a sort of metariddle in my mind. Guess I failed to get it across. :/ However, the poems were meant to be antiquated and kind of weird. They are written on a margin, so spacing is not the best.

Formatting tips are welcome - I never tried isuch ever, so I guess i could redo in the way you shown. :3 i just had this dream where i found an old book and got curious to find more poems and riddles on the margins.
You think it would benefit from a total rewrite? Like, removal of commentary and more shorts in it, little addons by the narrator here and there on their own idea on making a few themselves?
Story Critique / Re: Riddles
« Last post by G. Preeb on 12:00:48 AM 02/19/18 »
I'm not one that's gets into horror poetry so much. In my experience a horror poem usually consists of the writer laying down a painfully obvious rhyming scheme which all leads to the murder of his or her own parents. It doesn't seem like you went this route, so that's a plus in my book.

Please keep in mind that what I think of your work is being said without malice. Sometimes intent and mood gets misinterpreted in text.

As for the poem itself, I found it difficult to get into. I think what really holds it down is an excessive amount of riddle. I expected there be a riddle, I mean, it's in the title :)

What I think makes a good story, and a good poem, is a riddle stated at the beginning and subtle clues along the way to help me the reader piece it all together. The picture dosen't have to be complete by the end either. I could fill in the gaps with my own imagination.

What I think is lacking is story and key words to help spark imagination. I want to get lost in this world. I want to explore this world. I want to know how this world will affect me.

I don't claim to a poetry expert, but I were to write something, I would write it like this.

In an old night of a younger day,
there I heard the soft coo beneath the stars.
Whispering to me through twisting wood,
and calling me to in damp air.

Was it real?
Or was it just a voice from within?
Soft as velvet and mournful as violet?
No, I do not speak to myself in feminine tones.

Who is she—why does she call to me?
I must follow to know.

I just made that up in free verse. Keep in mind that this is only my preference. I like story, I like feeling, and I like seeing. I would like to be placed somewhere and explore the world beyond. I like an element of mystery to be clear and present so I have the want to find out more.

Again, these are only my preferences. You do as you like.

The only other main issue I have is formatting. You made the effort to italicize the poem, but I really think it could benefit from page breaks between the poem and the commentary. Also, I thought the commentary wasn't needed in some places. It felt like just when I was starting to get into it, I was suddenly pulled away and left confused. Like, "Oh okay, this is commentary now."

Just my two cents. Only polite criticism intended.
General Discussion / The Dark Horse Returns.
« Last post by G. Preeb on 11:03:02 PM 02/18/18 »
For those of you who have been on this site since its inception, you may remember me. I've been absent for some time now. Of those who care, I've spent the last couple of years mainly focusing on my own career as a machinist.

I've managed to land myself darn good job out here in Kalispell Montana. First as a heavy machinist, and now as an engineering advisor. I am proud to say that all the time I spent autodidactally learning as much as I could about the various manufacturing processes has finally paid off. I should clear 40,000 dollars this year after taxes. I am being a bit of a braggart right now, but that's only because I am proud of the work I have put into my life. I mean, I'm getting paid like an engineer and advise engineers all without a formal education on the subjects. It's extremely rare to be in my position. I only hope that it lasts for many years to come.

As of now, I am satisfied with my life and look forward to rejoining this community as an active member, and re-pursuing my career as a writer. I believe that I have lost some of my ability, but I am going to get it all back. I will do this by reviewing the work of others and look forward to others advising me on my work as well. I will make it my goal to review and critique at least one story a week.

It will be a pleasure to reconnect with the previous members as well as the ones I have yet to meet.

Thank you.
General Discussion / Re: Fleming Storage Units Discussion
« Last post by Rivers on 01:57:31 PM 02/16/18 »
Hmm. From what I can gather, you just need the address for the server and add it in the + section of the drop down menu. As to what the address is, I don't know. Sorry. Like I said, not too up on that stuff. Maybe try PMing one of the mods.
Story Critique / Journals of a Madman (a story I had on Wattpad)
« Last post by Maxz92 on 11:12:01 PM 02/15/18 »
Entry 15 1/2/2047 1:29 AM CST

I'm so tired, but I must write something. My head hurts. I don't care if the whispering is real anymore. I want it to stop. I would never hurt them, no matter how far you push! I can't even escape in my sleep. The whispers and voices haunt my dreams. Calling for me to betray. Calling for me to follow them. I will never follow. The voices... The whispers... The visions... The nightmares... I must never give in. I have to protect them. The voices want their blood so badly... The desire makes me shake and shiver. I have to shake it off... I must go on fighting the urges... I can't take it much longer. I have to get them out of my head. Is it the bugs this time? Or maybe it's those people again... The ones who have always messed with my head. I wish I knew.


Entry 3 1/2/2047 3:45 PM CST

The... The whispers... The voices... Heh heh... They want to know why the first entry was numbered 15... It's because it hurts them. When I don't listen... When I do something they think is wrong, it hurts them. When they are hurt, they try to hurt me. The voices can't hurt me. Not yet. Not physically. I haven't given them control yet. Heh... My one, little victory. They want control, but if I let them, they'll hurt people. They want to hurt people. They NEED to hurt people... I can't let the hurt anyone... No one. If I must die, that will be what happens. But not yet. I can control them! I can keep them at bay. Ha ha! I will just stifle them. Stifle them... Smother them... S-suffocate them... K-kill them... Kill them all...


Entry 9 1/2/2047 10:03 PM CST

The-the voices... The wouldn't shut up... Their constant commentary on everything she said and did... It... It pained me... They said... They called her all sorts of terrible things... They described unspeakable acts done to her... I... I don't want to do any of those things. Not to her... N-not anyone. I... I care for her. I... I would never hurt her. Never. Not just because some stupid voice in my head told me to. If... If those voices think they can make me hurt her just because they said so, they are gonna have a wake-up call. I am not that manipulatable. I can withstand this. Ha! The voices noticed the entry number! No, I will not change it! Ha ha ha! Even small victories are sweet


Entry 6 1/5/2047 3:12 PM CST

I... I've been hiding in a closet for the past day. I had to get away from her. The... The voices became more violent and more convincing. I had her lock me in a closet until the voices calmed down... She understood. She has her own voices in her head. Mine are just more oppressive. They are loud and pushy usually. They've been strangely quiet for the past few hours.
No, we're just waiting. You're too strong-willed for now.
H-how... How are you writing?
He's not the only one. Hehehe.
No... How... You can't be in control.
We're not.
How many... How... Get out of my head!
No. We stay. All of us.
H-how many are there?
More than you'd like. Hehehe.
We're just the ones who can communicate through text.
We are the ones who can write and read.
Why am I still writing?
You want to.
You have to. Hehehe.
You need to.
No! I refuse!


Entry 4 1/6/2047 6:23 PM CST

Deep breaths.
Finally, you're writing again.
Mother f-
No reason to swear. Hehehe.
So, this is gonna be a normal thing, huh?
Yes. The four of us.
I. Am. One. Person.
Of course you are. You see us as parasites in your mind, draining your sanity.
What are you saying.
Hehehe. That's for you to find out.
Do you have names?
Don't change the subject.
What subject? We didn't have a subject.
Yes, you are right. We didn't have a subject. But I have one for us. Let's talk about... The girl.
No harm will come to her.
Hahaha. What ever you say. Hehehehe!
You won't hurt her!
No. We won't.
I... What?
You will be the one harming anyone. We're just voices in your head.
I... I will never hurt her.
Hahahaha! Oh... You're crazy mister! Hehehehe. Absolutely bonkers!
I'm not crazy.
The girl. She needs to be gone.
Never. I... I need her. I care for her.
That's exactly why we want her gone.
You want her gone because I care for her?
Oh, it's a bit more than that. Hehehe.
I'm sure you're not that blind. Think harder.
Y-you spoke out of order...
What would you do without her?
You would be ours.
No. No!
Hehehe Hahahaha!
are they gone...
I think I've suppressed them for now... I... I need to be very careful. I can't let them get to me. I have to protect her. She's... She's all there is...

Entry 456 1/9/2047 11:54 PM CST

I sent her away...
I sent her away to protect her...
I sent her away to protect her from them...
I sent her away to protect her from them because they wanted...
I sent her away to protect her from them because they wanted me to kill her.
You did kill her.
She's in town.
There is no town.
She'll be safe in town. She'll be safe from me there.
Hehehe. Nowhere is safe from you.
There's a doctor in town. He can probably help her.
How do you know we can't bring her back? She has voices, too.
The voices say all these things and it's hard to just find what is real.
Hehehe. Huhuhuhu. Everything is real. Everything is fake.
I... I'm ignoring them. I've been alone for a day. It's so quiet...
Why do you block us out? We can be beneficial to you.
There is much to consider. Do I keep fighting them? Should I end it all?
You stay alive.
It's so lonely...
So... So... Lonely...

Entry 7 1/10/2047 1:38 AM CST

I haven't slept...
I'm so tired, but they won't let me...
I wish I hadn't sent her away...
Hehehehe. You're delusional! You killed her.... heh heh heh.
They keep saying that I killed her, but... wouldn't I remember that? I would never harm her.
You did. She's dead.
I've just kinda been sitting around. I haven't done much.
Hehehe.... you could go to town.
The voices want all sorts of things from me. I wonder if all the others have them too...
Others? Are there others?
She has voices too... Does everyone?
Your problem is individual. You're alone.
It's best for me to stay here. It's safer for everyone.
Safety is an illusion.
I know.

Entry 279537 1/10/2047 3:15 PM CST

I just want to hold her again.
Hold who? She is dead. You killed her.
I want to to go get her but it's for her safety.
Hehehehe. You don't even know she's dead.
I think I love her... I... I never even said...
Don't you remember? The knife? The blood? The body? The failed burial? Dumping the body in the lake?
There is no lake here...
No one said it was here.
She's alive. I remember telling her to run. She took the car.
When was the last time you were in the guest room?
She took the car and drove to town. That's why the car is gone.
Hehehehe. Or you dumped the car in the lake too.
I didn't kill her.
Look in the guest room.
There won't be anything.

Entry 42 1/13/2047 8:43 PM CST

I can't.

Entry x-14 1/15\2047 4:58 PM CST

I looked in the room. There was nothing. I looked back and there was a gruesome scene before me. Then it was gone again. I didn't know what was happening. Were the voices just showing me what they wanted me to see? Every time it changed. I knew that one was reality and one wasn't, just couldn't tell which. The voices have stopped speaking to me. They're most likely letting the loneliness sink in. It feels so empty without them. I loathed them while they were here, but it was a kind of company. A hostile company, but at least it was something. I'm so alone... Did I kill her? I'm not sure anymore...

Entry 100 1/20/2047 6:45 PM CST

I've been trying to avoid it. I tried My hardest to not go looking. I just kept staring at the changing contents of that bedroom. I stayed looking, sleeping in front of that door until the changing stopped. Then, I knew I had to go look. The lake... The lake would have answers. The lake did have answers... There was the car, half-submerged in the water. I couldn't help but swear. And scream. I loved her and I killed her... She was dead. There, in the lake was all the proof I needed...
How can I live with myself...?

Entry... Does it even matter anymore?

If she's dead, why should I even continue living? I killed her... I don't deserve to live. Even the voices have stopped speaking. I... I am going to kill myself.
You speak now? Don't you want me dead?
We need your body alive, but your mind dead. We want control.
Why would I give you that pleasure? You caused me to kill her.
I am not gleeful. You shall not die.
Oh yes, I will. You made me kill her! So I must die!
I refuse to allow you to kill yourself.
It's a sin.
Do you think I care! I KILLED HER!!
What do you think you're doing?
What? The chair? The rope? Not original?
What are you talking about?
Would you like a more symbolic death? Shall I go to the lake?
Would you like to suffer?
Yes. Yes, I am going to suffer. I... no... we deserve to suffer. Heh heh... We'll all suffer.

Oh God...

I read the journals... I needed to put down my thoughts... Oh my god... I hope... I hope I'm not too late... I'm still alive. The voices got to him... I had only heard about the hallucinatory effects during my treatment. I'm cured... He could be cured. If he went and... please no... Please be okay... I'll be right there... Wait for me...


I went down to the lake... I could see his body floating out there... He's actually dead... He died believing he had killed me... If only I had made it sooner! If only I could have gotten to him... I could have saved him... But I was too slow... I guess I'll go back to town. This book can stay here. I never want to see it again. Oh, what that disease did to him! I can't bear to think... I can't bear to imagine how horrible he felt those last few days... I wish I could have helped...
General Discussion / Re: Fleming Storage Units Discussion
« Last post by Robin Graves on 08:19:59 PM 02/14/18 »
I've tried that, I have a discord account and when I click the front page link all it does is open the app. It doesn't give me an invite to the server or anything. I'm not sure if it's an issue only I'm having or if the link if broken or you need to be personally invited or what. I dug around on here and found a link in the General discussion that did the same thing, open the app and that was it.
General Discussion / Re: Fleming Storage Units Discussion
« Last post by Rivers on 05:57:26 PM 02/14/18 »
You'll have to make a Discord account I think and it should be accessible from the front page here on TooSpooky.
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