How to Write Creepypasta: Difference between revisions

Author's Note: This Trollpasta was written late one night and was never really intended to be shown to anyone but a few close friends. However, after reviewing the story I decided it should be published after all. In other words, this story will feature inside jokes and references that many of you may not understand. And while I could've edited these out and/or explained them, I decided it would be more appropriate to the "spirit" of Trollpasta to keep the story in all it's stupid, improperly spelled and unedited glory. Enjoy.

Look, you've been working very hard for the last five minutes writing a Creepypasta. And I'm sure Master Quaid won't mind if one of his slaves takes a break to have a bite to eat. Now there are plenty of different food choices to make, but a Gyro is the best one here because they are quick and portible to eat while still providing plenty of nutrition and sustinence. Also, they're really good. Like seriously, why is this the only food that

lets me eat Lamb? (Granted I usually go with Beef when given the option, but Lamb is very good too.) And what is that freaking condiment that comes in it? It's white with green pieces in it and it's so delicious. I want to know what it is and how to make it. Maybe I'll check if Cooking Mama has the recipe for Gyros. Then again, Cooking Mama's recipies are kinda vague. Reguardless of the Cooking Mama's recipe quality though, you're going to want to eat one. It'll invigorate you with the energy of the Greeks! And do you know what that energy is capable of? I'll tell you what! Collapsing an entire countries economy! Sure, it was their own economy, but whatever. (Can I get a high five for this out-dated joke?) Reguardless of the econony being collapsed though, it's a lot of energy. Enough energy to write and entire Creepypasta. Come to think of it, why isn't this step one? Yeah, if you're reading this and have not started the process yet, do this one first. Just make sure to prononce it right. It's YEE-RO, not GEE-RO. If you do it wrong I'll kill you. Probably not though. But I'll glare at you for a while, and give you like a minute worth of the silent treatment. And you don't want that now do you? Well to

make a long explanation short, this would be a great time for a Gyro. Go out and do it. (Also, pro-tip: Don't write about Gyro's at 2:57 AM. You get the munchies.)