[ENDED] WIN 45$/3600 POINTS BIRTHDAY CONTEST BIRTHDAY CONTEST[ENDED] WIN 45$/3600 POINTS BIRTHDAY CONTEST2 years ago in Scraps More Like This
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First Prize : 45$ or 3600 pointsSecond Prize : 10$ or 800 points Third Prize : 5$ or 400 points
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Most Amazing BackgroundMost Neglected Couple (The Best Picture of the most neglected couple in the contest)Most Creative PoseMost Neglected Character (The Best Picture of the most neglected character in the contest)The Boyfriend Choice (dualblade14's personal favourite) The Sushi Choice (Unknownsushi's personal favourite)
Creepy Pasta PKMN - HATREDCreepy Pasta PKMN - HATRED4 years ago in Scraps More Like This
I bought Fire Red once when I was going through an old garage sale.
It was worn and chipped but the inner workings were still in great condition. The box art was faded and greenish thanks to being left out under the sun no doubt.
The thing that struck me as odd was that there was clearly holes made in the eyes of the charizard on the cover and a big hole on its chest over its heart.
I asked the owner and showed him the box and the cartridge. He almost flinched when I was displaying the items to him. I could see fear in his eyes. Real terror.
I couldn't get him to answer me about the wear and tear, so I asked how much the game cost. He pushed the game away and waved his hands, "It's free, leave please."
I stumbled slightly and looked at him. "Are you sure old man?" He nodded and turned to speak to another customer. I actually considered putting the game back, NO ONE acts like that when you try to buy something from them.
Regardless I took it home and put it in my DS. My screen flickered
ParaUnit 5: Case File 1 part 1ParaUnit 5: Case File 1 part 13 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Case File 1: ParaUnit 5
Silver droplets of rain pelted the ground as a howling wind brutally struck any unsuspecting victims it came across, the midnight weather becoming more and more destructive with each second that passed. Twenty year old Rhys Wiliams shielded his emerald eyes as he dashed through the unforgiving weather, nothing but the "tall man" on his mind. Warm blood trickled down his arm serving as a reminder of the horrors he had witnessed only a few minuets ago. His vision became blurred, the furious rain continuously pounding his tired being, making it more difficult to keep to the public foot-path as he dashed through the ancient forest.
Rhys skidded to a halt. His stalker stood motionless before him, blocking his path, it's non-existent gaze piercing Rhys's soul. Fear and adrenaline filled his being as the creatures tendrils burst from its back, flailing like unkept hose-pipes. Rhys wanted to run and hide, but he couldn't. It was if he had been glued to the spot by fear.