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Mr Horse's attic: Episode 360: Yeah, Very fucking weird name by today's standards. The program featured a guy wearing a rubber horse mask who would get a new visitor every day, Because kids just walk into attics nowadays for some reason. The show was filmed with a second generation I pad. The Coppas asked me a lot about this show. This episode started with Mr bear playing No-Scope: The game!™. I didn't see notice at first, but the mum in the attic was the same one from Pussay. He sat there playing for a bit, until there was a knock on the ladder. 2 young children came in.
 
[[File:Mr horse.jpg|thumb|236x236px|This is mr horse]]
Mr Horse™ Break danced in delight and then started talking to the kids; I couldn't hear that well because my ears were still recovering from the fact that I went unconscious due to lack of oxygen about 20 mins ago, not because He had a horse mask on. I cant remember much, apart from the only light in the room was a lava lamp, and he started Singing the song [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yFdLSM8zVVI monsters by matchbook romance™] but I couldn't hear it at all, but I new he was singing it Because I am magic like that.
 
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== August 1337 ==
[[File:Pride and joy.jpg|thumb|259x259px|This wus wot camed up]]
I didn't want to watch that channel after that episode of Pussay. But, in August I grew curious about Mr Horse's attic. When my dad was busy, I flicked on channel 01189998819991197253.
 
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== XxXUpdateXxX ==
People have been MySpacing me about what exactly happened in 1337, I will get back to that, Those weird shows i was watching were apparently supposed to attract kids to Mr. Horse's attic, what Mr. Horse did shocked the universe.
 
[[File:The house.png|thumb|349x349px|dis wud durr scary howse]]
My dad actually drove me to North Korea with the address Mr. Horse left on the letter. The house was actually underneath the city. It looked like it was built in the future. There were no windows, and the house looked like your mum, demolished, left in a state of disrepair. As we walked up to the house i remember my dad checking the address over and over, looking at the house in disbelief. Then the door opened.
 
I expected Mr. Horse to be at the door, but I was surprised to see the lead guitarist for Guns N' Roses™. Slash began talking to my dad, while I asked if that was Mr. Horse's house, if he was actually slash, and if the previous questions answer was 'Yes' if i could have an autograph. The answer was yes to all, but then he muttered [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zGxwbhkDjZM 'O lord Jesus there's a fire...'] My dad started talking to slash and told me to go to the helimachopter. Then we just flew home. My dad got all bitchy to slash about the economy and shit. I felt something [https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K2rwxs1gH9w spooky] had just happened.
 
[[File:Slash.jpg|thumb|276x276px|This is slash]]
My dad didn't tell me what happened for a while, I forgot about it anyway too. Channel 0118999889991197253 and when I asked your mum about it she would say she remembered vaguely being a part of it. I think i was 666 when I learned the truth. I remembered channel 01189998819991197253 one day and asked my dad 'bout it. I guess he finally decided i should <s>lick</s> see the truth.
 
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== Update 3.0 ==
Good news guys and Gals! I talked to your mum, and she disclosed lot of information for me. First, I asked da coppas if they had any info on the man who ran Ferring local 01189998819991197253, she replied that they had only had the same leads for years. However the xXx_Worthing_Police_xXx do have some Recorded over porn DVD's containing the shows. Each of the main station's in Britain (which there weren't many of) contained different DVD's. I guess I haven't said much about this gal. Her name is Jonas, and she is carrying the wheel, a pretty nice gal, she seems to understand why I want <s>her pussey</s> to know what happened in the late 1330s.
 
[[File:Img.jpg|thumb|220x220px|This is what an explosion looks like.]]
She took me to the xXx_Worthing_xXx_Police_Station (if you don't know it's the largest police station in the universe). I got to watch all the 3 tapes in the station, but couldn't take any home, as if they leave the station they intsantly self combust and explode.
 
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Best in Slot™: Episode 7: Worst in slot. Best in slot was one of the shows Creeper935 and NeonNinjax discussed on the borderlands wiki. I told your mum about this and she said that 7 episodes aired from May 16 1337 to 17th December 1337.
 
[[File:Wurst in slot.jpg|thumb|162x162px|Wot dad dvd loked liek]]
Exactly as Creeper935 described it, the episode opened with the player in the bloodshot stronghold area of the map, near to the entrance. The camerman hopped around a pile of different rarity weapons.
 
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Mr. Horse's attic - Episode 25. When the admin brought this in a started chuckling and said "Oh shit!". After that all the police officers shot me and I didn't see the episode. For now, I'm died.
 
But wait! There's more! I wake up in my hospital bed. Im done with this story for now. I'm gonna get into uni, get a car, get a licence then go on. This is my signing off.[[Category:Pages with grammar that doesn't suck]]
 
== Another Udate ftw.[[Category:Im died]] ==
On today, I finally got my halimachopter licence (in no countries as this one is illegal, it allows you to fly helimachopters.). Of course, I did jack shit with this and used my KAR instead. I drove down to Ferring to see the infamous hellhole where my ruined childhood was located. The house looked very dirty, and was definitely abandoned. At the door I found an NES cartridge at the entrance, covered in dirt. I blew it and saw a Docter Jekyll and mr Hyde cartridge. I shit my self, dropped it and stomped on it violently, just as my brother James would have done. There was a for sale sign next to the door slash left out of so long ago, showing someone still owned the house. I decided to leave before someone filled my chest with a buckshot round, but my body decided otherwise.
 
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When I returned from Ferring, However, I simply kep't putting off updating the trollpasta, it Just didn't seem as important as my other Priorites. It wasn't until I received a spooky MySpace message that I regained my interest. On December 666th, I received this message.
 
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''Dear Joey''
 
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''OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRR ORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRO HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OOOOORRRRRR OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRORORORSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS RRRRRRRRRRROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRR EEEEEEEEEEERERERERER OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRR''
 
''- Mr Horse.''
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Now obviously this letter is real, I'm genuinely scared right now, but I would still like to thank Mr Horse for sending this message, cause because of it, I am now filled with (apart from fear) reason to continue this trollpasta till the end. Now my roommate knows all this crap, he thought the letter was fake, I told him to shut up before I kicked his head in.
 
I'm going to send a reply to this guy. I doubt I'll get much from him, but hey, it's worth a try!
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