The Adams Street Massacre
I'm some random guy whom you will probably never meet. I've had some pretty bad experiences in my time but I believe firmly that this one was by far the worst in my life. I know this is starting to sound like terrible creepypasta material, but it isn't. This is based off of a completely true story with absolutely no exaggerated lies in it. I am not over inflating details when I say, it was fucking horrifying.
It started on the street I live on. Adams, of course. I live in a small town up north so it gets pretty cold here. I was going for one of my walks because my aunt, whom I've been staying with over the winter, told me to get a god damn life because she couldn't stand my teen angst and perpetual fapping. Begrudgingly, I did so, leading me to this walk. I found a shiny object on the ground in the distance. I quicken my pace, closing the gap between me and the object.
I came upon it to find a disk. It was a small disk. It could probably fit into a Gamecube system. Unfortunately, I lacked a Gaycube. I decided to go to my local game shop. They carried around stupid shit that nobody would fucking buy anymore anyways.
I go inside and the store clerk was beating his dick behind the desk/counter/shit thing. I asked the man if he had a Gamecube system.
"ARE YoU loOKIng FoR ThaT beN DRoWNED ShiT KiD!"
He looked like he hadn't bathed in days, I noticed as he turned around to face me. His skin looked aged and diseased. He bears some resemblance to an old mushroom. Maybe it was cheese and pubic hairs that got into a car accident and then mated with Tori Spelling (Who actually isn't ugly and contributed to that fact that the clerk looked human probably) I didn't acknowledge what he said because I thought that Ben Drowned was the motherfucking shit fo' real.
He was still in his perpetual state of fap, to which I could relate but at least I could stop sometimes jeezus. I guess I'd have to go on Ebay or something cliched like that. I don't know. I went the fuck home.
So I got on my computer which surprisingly still worked after all the porn I looked up. After closing a pop up for sexy Asian hookers, I went on to Ebay.cum. I was trying to find GhaymeCoobes but to no anvil. I was sad. I decided to see if the disk would run in my pc if I loaded the cd image into an emulator. I decided to find a Game^2 emulator which I found on amadong for free even though there were days left on the auction.
I popped the game into my compuper and attempted to load it up, which was a horrible idea because the cd was so small that it didn't even fit in the fucking drive and almost got lost in my computer. A thought dawned on me, is it really a good idea to load random software from random disks from randoms streets onto my computer for no good reason other that curiousity? Was it really a good idea to do something that is likely to be written about in a horrible creepy pasta with spelling errors galore just because I was curious?
Yes.
I searched the dark depths of the internet and found a sketchy place in the shadey dark alleys of my home town (conveniently, fuck traveling). I gladly shut my cheeto covered laptop and said good bye to my RainbowDash plushy and the creepy ass Tails doll that seems to stalk me after that one night and a couple of shots and sonic related horrors. I think there was a dildo involved. My Aunt didn't notice me come in before so it was a surprise to her that I was in the house again.
"You little shit, I thought I told you to-"
She would have completed her sentence, but she passed out. Probably her narcoleptic attacks or something. I went to the bathroom before a left because the ghetto of the town was scary and my mom always warned me to never leave the house without going to the toilet first. I learned that lesson the hard way in highschool.
I walked down the street and onto the address I had written down. The place kinda looked like a crack house. Most of the windows were boarded up or broken. The bright pink paint that was once there, even though I've never been down here before in my life so I would never know that it was supposed to be bright pink, had faded into a greyish purpley color. Kinda like vomit.
When I went inside, I realized why it looked familiar. It was my old Pimp's house. I had a great feeling about this, because we were tight. I used to snort cocaine off of his boner during dress up play time. He was always the clown. Good times.
A hooker led me to his room were he was having a threesome with two mexican guys. It was HAWT
"Ehehehehheh bro I just snorted THREE LINES OF COCAINE YEAHAHAH" He said happily coked up
"So uh, I came by for the-" He cut me off by throwing the GahaayumCube^3 at my skull. I fell unconscious.
I woke up six hours later and it was dark out. I had the Gay^3 In my hands and a dent in my skull. I had no problem with my blunt force trauma, I was going to play my new game now. I rushed inside so quick I nearly shit myself. I hooked the console up to the tv and got out my Rainbow Dash themed fleshlite. The Tails doll looked at me from the other room in disgust.
"Horsefucker" He shouted at me
"Fuck off Tales, you're not in this creepypasta!"
Silenced that motherfucker.
I played the game...
I was excited after I put the cd in the console. I was really hoping it would work. The Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamecube start screen appeared. It looked different from what I remember though. Instead of being blue, it was yellow. It looked like it was photo-negative, or piss. Where it was black, it was white, where it was blue, it was yellow, like piss. I ignored this and pressed on, thinking that the console sustained some damage when it hit my skull. I've always been told I have a thick skull.
The main game loaded up. It had a strange title. It was called The Adams Street Massacre. I just realized that I misspelled that in the title. Oh well. The word "Massacre" was bolded and it looks like it was dripping with piss, or maybe it was lemonaids. It doesn't matter. I pressed play. When I did, a loud noise bursted from my cock. Then the game loaded up. It was me, except I was covered in hyper realistic blood. Hyper realistic piss was strewn about the land. I looked so out of place.
The game crashed on me the screen displayed the BSOD. How the fuck could a Gamecube blue screen? I restarted the system and it wouldn't load up. I cried for a couple hours on the floor. It took me another three hours of sniveling like a dumbass to realize that the floor was covered in piss. I was drenched in urine. It was oozing from the walls. It was oozing from my urethra. There were holes in my back that lead to my kidneys, and it leaked from there too! Pee was everywhere.
I then heard a faint sound in the distance as the world melted around me. It sounded like shouting. It was really loud and shrill. It sounded like a dying bird having sex with Morgan Freeman as a last wish being fulfilled or some shit. Then I woke up in front of the TV. I guess I fell asleep before actually playing the game. Then I noticed my Aunt hovering over me.
"Take that shit to your room," She yelled " I have guests soon"
I got off my fat ass and brought the CubeGameBoxMachine to my room. I hooked everything up and sat the tails doll next to me because he came out of the closet. I popped the game in and was ready to play. Everything was the same as my dream though. There was hyper realistic blood, urine, semen, and feces everywhere. The messy pus that caked the environment of the game was so disturbing, I shit myself. I had no control over my character as he jumped through the world, getting bloodier and more hyper realistic as the game went on. Literally, I couldn't play as him, the game played itself. It is as if I was just waiting for something to pop out and scare me.
Just at that irrational though, a demonic toothy grin popped up on screen. It revealed its fangs in the millisecond that it appeared. I could recall the glowing red eyes in the sunken sockets on the grotesquely bloody face. It had long sharp fangs that must have been 5 inches. Longer than my dick. It was all purple with matted fur. It looked like a poorly taken care of pet.
When the screen went back to normal the game said "YOU DIED" in bloody comic sans. I cried for a solid six minutes. I then went to 4chan on the /mlp thread.
When I got up the next morning after a bunch of debilitating nightmares, I saw the beast at my door when I got the mail. Holy shit did I scream and shit myself in fear. I slam the door and ran to my room in a dickbeat. I must have beaten my dick 100 times before I calmed down.
Thanks to that, I can never play another game ever again. I can never look at my pimp the same way. He'd probably bitch slap me. I can never go on the internet again. Thanks to this stupid game, I am going to become a reclusive horsefucking loser for the rest of my lonely existence. I will never leave my room again. As of today, after I stock up on cheetos and adult diapers.
I'm sorry world. I'm sorry fanbase(who). To everyone who cared about me. I must do it, I must go. I must leave now while my pants still have minimal shitstains. Not the hyperrealistic piss. Never again will I touch a Gay^3 360 420 blaze mothufuckah. Not the piss, anything but the piss.
Written by Starlightron
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