I'm interested in posting more music. I compose on piano and guitar and write poetry, as well as lyrics. I'll throw out my stuff on here. That's all I really need to say.
Joined on 10/18/08
Posted by RPGCrazyCritic - October 18th, 2010
My job is so fucking unbelievable. I'll try to sum it up by first telling you about the folks I work with:
First, there is this supermodel wanna-be chick. Yeah, okay, she is pretty hot, but damn is she completely useless. The girl is constantly fixing her hair or putting on makeup. She is extremely self-centered and has never once considered the needs or wants of anyone but herself. She is as dumb as a box of rocks, and I still find it surprising that she has enough brain power to continue to breathe.
The next chick is completely the opposite. She might even be one of the smartest people on the planet. Her career opportunities are endless, and yet she is here with us. She is a zero on a scale of 1 to 10. I'm not sure she even showers, much less shaves her "womanly" parts. I think she might be a lesbian, because every time we drive by the hardware store she moans like a cat in heat.
But the jewel of the crowd has got to be the fucking stoner. And this guy is more than just your average pothead. In fact, he is baked before he comes to work, during work, and I'm sure after work. He probably hasn't been sober anytime in the last ten years, and he's only 22. He dresses like a beatnik throwback from the 1960's, and to make things worse, he brings his big fucking dog to work.
Every fucking day I have to look at this huge Great Dane walk around half-stoned from the second-hand smoke. Hell, sometimes I even think it's trying to talk with its constant bellowing. Also, both of them are constantly hungry, requiring multiple stops to McDonalds and Burger King, every single fucking day.
Anyway, I drive these fucktards around in my van and we solve mysteries and shit.
Pic Related, it's me
Posted by RPGCrazyCritic - April 4th, 2010
Hey guys. I have a story to tell. You probably won't believe me, and frankly, I'm done trying to convince people.
It was about three weeks ago, I was on google looking for some funny sites to look at. I found my way to an imageboard. Everyone on the board spoke in extremely cryptic nonsense. They said things like 'Hiel I saw them tonight. Holdings hand we are up in high 99924028 THE KING COME DOWN"
That was one phrase that was used frequently. 'The king come down.' At first, I thought it was spam because of the number strings that preceeded it, but... Its use was way too frequent and erratic to be spam. There would be typos, and the numbers didn't appear to be random.
I decided, fuck it, I'll see what's going on with this site. I posted in what appeared to be a "random board" much like /b/, (there was no discernable theme amongst the images and posts). I said hello, I'm new, and I was looking to start a funny thread. Asked them to post their funniest pictures.
That was the first time it started. I remember the first reply very clearly. It said "Good to see. U join the HELP! HELP!" From there it got strange. I was told to ignore 'the grafts.' I assumed this was some sort of in-joke. From there, they began to speak like crazy people. Posting seemingly random numbers and letters, characters from many languages (a few seemed russian, and middle-eastern, as well as possibly chinese and and korean characters.)
I had no idea what was going on.
then I saw the phrase again. Numbers followed by "The king come down."
Following that, my power cut off. Complete black out. Freaked me out. I checked the fuses and the switches had just flipped. Flicking them back up, the power went back on. When I returned to my pc, there was an image on the screen of a young boy. He was caucasian, no older than ten.
I sat down, creeped out, but feeling curious. The boy smiled, and appeared to speak, but I couldn't hear anything. My speakers were on, so I turned up the volume. I could only just barely hear what he was saying, it was a hushed whisper. I turned the volume up full, and it was still only a faint whisper. His lips moved slowly.
I pushed my head closer to try and figure out what he said. Then he shouted loudly, a booming and terrifying voice screaming at me like a demonic god. The image had changed, the boy was crying, his eyes bleeding heaviily as white arms tore the skin from his face.
The power cut out again.
Again it was the fuses. When I got my power back, everything was normal. My pc booted up normally, and nothing creepy happened.
Then I started receiving the emails. They were extremely crpytic, and filled with random numbers, much like the imageboard posts. I got an email that was in regular english, too. It said this, "JUST PASS IT ON. JUST FUCKING PASS IT ON." I didn't know what it meant.
I got up to get a drink, and froze in fear. From my ceiling hung a man, his body swinging gently. On my wall, written in dry blood were the words: "THE KING COME DOWN." I Blinked and the sight was gone.
For weeks this continued.
I went back to the image board, I was sure I was going out of my mind. Just about ready to commit myself to a fucking asylum, I read a post in coherent english that said somthing like: "Pass on the king, pass on the king."
The thread 404'd before I could even get to it. I went to make a new thread, and when I began typing, the words in my mind were not what appeared in the box. My fingers typed words by their own volition. I typed two things. "HGHSUTHS." and "4918484 THE KING COME DOWN."
Then somehow I realised. I was passing it on. The crazy hallucinations stopped. I was good. I learned how to be safe.
HAKKSIITMS 44919174 THE KING COME DOWN
Posted by RPGCrazyCritic - March 15th, 2009
I run a Forum called The Bullshit Forum, its really cool, we have a few spammers, but they are learning how to spell.