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Hello, {{USERNAME}}. My name is Derpyspaghetti, and I am here to tell you a story. As you may know, the chat on the creepypasta wiki, this wiki's sister site, has been shut down for quite some time. The admin all say that it is due to toxic users, bullying, cliqueing and the like, but I am here to tell you a great truth . But before I tell you that story, first I must tell you this one.
 
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Empyrealinvective sat in his velvet-leather silk recliner, sipping his expensive english tea and deleting quality creepypastas that he did not want on the site, as they threatened his own for attention. Another writer's dreams properly crushed, he leaned back into his seat, and switched to his desktop that contained his all of his writing, from his latest works, to his very first (which I hear is an amazing mashup of many, many things). He dropped the keyboard into his lap, and slammed his sausag-ey fingers against it, creating a strong, consistent, tacking sound. He looked up at the screen to see the massive pile of jibberish being autocorrected into a great story. 'HDKAShdvgefjldjkgHGFASUKD' soon became 'he looked up at the monster, fear shining brightly in his eyes'. Empy smiled. He was well on his way to making his new story for the wiki. He re-read it, eyes slowly scanning down the page, and his satisfied smirk slowly gave way to a frown. This wasn't as fulfilling as it used to be. Having so many horror stories began to get boring after a while, and he began to wish that he could write a story full of dark humor once in a while.
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Empy continued typing along in this manner, stopping every so often to readjust his monocle, before stopping entirely.
He had finally begun with the creation of his bot, one that could finally restore some order to the TrollPasta wiki. Of course, he needed an account for said bot, but he didn't want people to think it was a bot in any way, so he needed a clever name for it. One that could misdirect users into thinking that this was not a bot, but rather a person... a guy if you will. He needed to make users think that this was just some guy doing all of the page purging this bot was going to do. It was on those grounds that he decided to name the bot SOMEGUY123 (It would have been 'JUSTSOMEGUY123', but that name was taken). Now, all that was left was to finish the code.
 
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It was an all night coding session, but Empy had finally finished. Nothing could stop him from creating the page-purging bot of destruction, here to restore quality to the site, and make sure that there is a greater chance that you will land upon ''Billy's Wish'' when hitting the random pasta button. A small smirk arose upon his face, which quickly gave way to a frown when he remembered he forgot to feed his goldfish overnight. He pushed the thought out of his mind, and clicked the 'create' button on SOMEGUY123's account. ''Now'', he thought to himself, ''this bot will begin its true reign of terror!''
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LOLSKELETONS loved to burn things down. He loved to do so because he found death extremely hilarious. It was one of these times, however, that he was watching a house burn wickedly to the ground, that he thought it might be so much better to do this with... someone else. Perhaps an accomplice, or a sidekick, just anyone that was ready and willing to burn something down alongside him. Beautiful sparks sprayed out in every direction as a large beam fell, making an orange mane for the structurally compromised house. Desenitized to the true beauty of things such as this, Skelly began to walk off, no longer feeling the heat on his long-dead bones. As he did, he wondered, ''would an adminsadmin be willing to help such a crazed skeleton?''
 
It was around this time that underscorre became a full fledged admin, and therefore got his orange signature. His excitement could not be contained, and so he decided to leave a message on LOLSKELETONS's talk page in hopes of getting a congratulatory reply. LOLSKELETONS, just getting back from another well-deserved burning trip, decided to do his once-per-decade login session to the CreepyPasta wiki. He pressed the on button of his computer, a cold clicking noise sending chills up his exposed spine. He waited a minute for windows to turn on, and then clicked to his 'internet explorer' browser, in hopes that it would work this time. Waiting a full two days for his computer to turn on, he amused himself by re-watching his beautiful videos of your house burning down, the orange light flickering in his eyes like a dying sun.