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Messages - moonbear
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« on: June 22, 2009, 01:13:56 AM »
Take up boxing and cut loose on the other guy. Thats why I started. I have scary stuff too you know. Like bears. Ever been watching Futurama and have a bear bite your skullcap? Didnt think so.
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« on: June 22, 2009, 01:07:28 AM »
Yeah, sure.
I have scarier things to worry about than a fictional "monster" that you have imagined. Like my own thoughts driving me insane to the point that I will cause harm to myself. It has happened before, and is likely to happen again. You sound like my ex, only she has ovaries. Get help, a game forum is not the place to find it. Who knows, if you go that insane, and are a future threat to yourself, maybe youll get lucky and get locked up so you cant do it anymore.
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« on: June 22, 2009, 12:44:17 AM »
But seriously... Is a vid like the one you said you'd make like 2 monthes ago when all this started going to happen? I'm not saying II was LYING or anything, when he said old AC beat tankcat in that one off topic post... I just find it rather odd that he didnt reply to Tank's post in the same thread asking for proof, in this thread deticated to it, and didnt make an announcment as to the results of this very..... non fictional set of matches, that totally happened, even after it was planned and a thread deticated to it. Oh and InfiniteIntertia  CANT WAIT TO SEE SOME VIDS!!!! =)
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« on: June 21, 2009, 11:29:05 PM »
Thats an awesome idea Tankcat! If that became a standard, like you said, I could use my flail shell spinner in a tourny. Im sure it would help a lot of people out. Thanks man.
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« on: June 21, 2009, 06:53:57 PM »
Wow. Just wow guys. I left for a day and I had a lot of other good stuff to post but this pretty much killed it. Thanks
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« on: June 21, 2009, 06:51:12 PM »
It seems hope is lost haha
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« on: June 20, 2009, 03:14:19 AM »
Ok... This thing is making me crazy. Ive, rebuilt and redesigned my DSL HW flail shell spinner 6 times now. Different body sizes, different shell... Tankcats agod solution doesnt work, I've tried it on 3 seperate comuters... Is there anything- ANY way that this can be fixed? I can press pause before single player matches, but they dont stay together after that. I mean, there has to be a way, I see other flail shell spinners that work fine, Grog, Steel Meatball, and Iron Spaghetti to name a few. What was done to make them work? I want to put this in a tourny at some point, but I dont know what else to do. Thank you.
Edit- Perhaps I'm reading Tankcat's solutoin wrong. He cant remeber how to do it, and I cant figure it out. If anyone have gotten consistantly good results with it, please post what you are doing exactly.
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« on: June 20, 2009, 03:04:56 AM »
Laughable. Tank, I know you and shark have had your issues, but no need to tell him the rake is coming to get him... Leave him be, and shark, like I said, ignore him. Im not saying this is nothing, I do think there is something to it from what I've seen, but theres no need to think its out to get you, youre fine man.
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« on: June 20, 2009, 02:56:37 AM »
Ignore Tank. He's just joking. No need to leave, trust me. Its up to you, but I will ask that you please do not call that number, something is wrong, and its best not to risk it even if you are a skeptic my friend.
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« on: June 20, 2009, 12:02:34 AM »
Yes, I too would love to see a video of this fight.
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« on: June 19, 2009, 11:34:38 PM »
Well, I'm sorry that this sounded like every other single urban myth about a cryptid I've ever read. I didn't know an internet story that I've read before could be taken as indesputable fact. I completely understand that you had a freaky experience surrounding this story (I'd be scared too), but did you really have to say that you basically hope I die? That seems kinda harsh 
EDIT: I'm sorry Moonbear if you did think that I was trying to hijack your thread. I wasn't. You shared a creepy story, so I thought I should too (: No, harm man, I actually really liked that story. Tank is just very touchy on people acting like its just a story, I mean some of the dreams hes described after that..... The things that hes seen since then, things hes heard.. Hearing them gave me nightmares.... I know true fear when I look it in the face.... But yeah, if there are anymore you would like to share, go right ahead.
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« on: June 19, 2009, 10:33:12 PM »
Tankcat, please relax bro.. I'm sorry, roboshark, that was lame of him. He had an experence after he read and called the number, and it was not something to laugh about, so try to understand. I hang with him in real life on occation. I asked him over IM and he told me that it would be ok to tell you guy what happened. He was the guy that fell asleep with the radio on, we cracked it open because it stopped working after that night and I thought the speaker mangnet might be loose or something. The rubber insulation had been stripped off of 2 of the wires, and on one of them the underlying copper was totally shreaded, surrouned by brunt plastic. He claims he smelled nothing burning the night before and during the howling coming from it. I'm sorry again, but please go easy on him. I feel like crap now for even starting this topic without first asking if he was ok with it and over what happened. Im sorry Tank.
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« on: June 19, 2009, 02:58:23 PM »
It seems that a rather large majority of people who read this do experence something, usually as they are falling asleep/ dreaming/ or waking up. I believe its all in their head, simpily due the the disturbing nature of the story. I think it was in my head when I heard shierking as I woke up the night after I read it. I wouldnt worry about it. Although, I do have a friend who read this, fell asleep with the radio on, and the radio woke him up with a high pitched animalistic howling noise, and apparently turning down the volume didnt do a thing. I'll post what he wrote tonight.
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« on: June 19, 2009, 01:24:00 PM »
Honestly, I think this could all be in my head, the shrieking and such. The phone number terrified me, but that could be anyone trying to mess with people. He sounded so genuine, but perhaps hes just a great actor. I know I could not even begin to replicate the fear in his voice if I tried. I'll post some other accounts later tonight, of people who were given this story as well, and experenced things.
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« on: June 19, 2009, 12:57:16 PM »
I doubt it. Along with the story, there was a phone number given to me, with a frantic voice on the other side, sounded to be a male in his early 20's and he would say "he wont move, his eyes burnt into mine, he is always there...." before trailing off and hanging up. It wasnt always those words exactly, but usually, thats what it amounted to. Once a crying woman answered when I called during the day. I wanted to ask some real questions, and see if it was for real. (I've only called 3 times, and I refuse to anymore.) I wont post the number either, but I will tell you its a Michigan area code, which makes me happy, as I live in Indy.
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« on: June 19, 2009, 12:41:07 PM »
Oh, I thought you meant you would cut out the beater with a sawblade...
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« on: June 19, 2009, 01:30:31 AM »
After this story was passed onto me, I was awoke that night by loud screeching/ shrieking in my head (I hope it was in my head), and it continued for a few seconds till I was completly awake. Not even joking.
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« on: June 19, 2009, 12:25:10 AM »
During the summer of 2003, events in the northeastern United States involving a strange, humanlike creature sparked brief local media interest before an apparent blackout was enacted. Little or no information was left intact, as most online and written accounts of the creature were mysteriously destroyed. Primarily focused in rural New York state, self proclaimed witnesses told stories of thier enounters with a creature of unkown origin. Emotions ranged from extremely traumatic levels of fright and discomfort, to an almost childlike sense of playfulness and curiosity. While their published versions are no longer on record, the memories remained powerful. Several of the involved parties began looking for answers that year.------- A Suicide Note: 1964 As I prepare to take my life, I feel it necessary to assuage any guilt or pain I have introduced through this act. It is not the fault of anyone other than him. For once I awoke and felt his presence. And once I awoke and saw his form. Once again I awoke and heard his voice, and looked into his eyes. I cannot sleep without fear of what I might next awake to experience. I cannot ever wake. Goodbye. Found in the same wooden box were two empty envelopes addressed to William and Rose, and one loose personal letter with no envelope. Dearest Linnie, I have prayed for you. He spoke your name. A Journal Entry (translated from Spanish): 1880 I have experience the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I have experienced the greatest terror. I see his eyes when I close mine. They are hollow. Black. They saw me and pierced me. His wet hand. I will not sleep. His voice (unintelligible text). A Mariner's Log: 1691 He came to me in my sleep. From the foot of my bed I felt a sensation. He took everything. We must return to England. We shall not return here again at the request of the Rake.From a Witness: 2006------- Three years ago, I had just returned from a trip from Niagara Falls with my family for the 4th of July. We were all very exhausted after a long day of driving, so my husband and I put the kids right to bed and called it a night. At about 4am, I woke up thinking my husband had gotten up to use the restroom. I used the moment to steal back the sheets, only to wake him in the process. I appologized and told him I though he got out of bed. When he turned to face me, he gasped and pulled his feet up from the end of the bed so quickly his knee almost knocked me out of the bed. He then grabbed me and said nothing. After adjusting to the dark for a half second, I was able to see what caused the strange reaction. At the foot of the bed, sitting and facing away from us, there was what appeared to be a naked man, or a large hairless dog of some sort. It's body position was disturbing and unnatural, as if it had been hit by a car or something. For some reason, I was not instantly frightened by it, but more concerned as to its condition. At this point I was somewhat under the assumption that we were supposed to help him. My husband was peering over his arm and knee, tucked into the fetal position, occasionally glancing at me before returning to the creature. In a flurry of motion, the creature scrambled around the side of the bed, and then crawled quickly in a flailing sort of motion right along the bed until it was less than a foot from my husband's face. The creature was completely silent for about 30 seconds (or probably closer to 5, it just seemed like a while) just looking at my husband. The creature then placed its hand on his knee and ran into the hallway, leading to the kids' rooms.I screamed and ran for the lightswitch, planning to stop him before he hurt my children. When I got to the hallway, the light from the bedroom was enough to see it crouching and hunched over about 20 feet away. He turned around and looked directly at me, covered in blood. I flipped the switch on the wall and saw my daughter Clara. My husband drove his car into a lake that night, while rushing our daughter to the hospital. He did not survive. Being a small town, news got around pretty quickly. The police were helpful at first, and the local newspaper took a lot of interest as well. However, the story was never published and the local television news never followed up either. For several months, my son Justin and I stayed in a hotel near my parent's house. After we decided to return home, I began looking for answers myself. I eventually located a man in the next town over who had a similar story. We got in contact and began talking about our experiences. He knew of two other people in New York who had seen the creature we now referred to as the Rake. It took the four of us about two solid years of hunting on the internet and writing letters to come up with a small collection of what we believe to be accounts of the Rake. None of them gave any details, history or follow up. One journal had an entry involving the creature in its first 3 pages, and never mentioned it again. A ship's log explained nothing of the encounter, saying only that they were told to leave by the Rake. That was the last entry in the log. There were, however, many instances where the creature's visit was one of a series of visits with the same person. Multiple people also mentioned being spoken to, my daughter included. This led us to wonder if the Rake had visited any of us before our last encounter. I set up a digital recorder near my bed and left it running all night, every night, for two weeks. I would tediously scan through the sounds of me rolling around in my bed each day when I woke up. By the end of the second week, I was quite used to the occasional sound of sleep while blurring through the recording at 8 times the normal speed. (This still took almost an hour every day) On the first day of the third week, I thought I heard something different. What I found was a shrill voice. It was the Rake. I can't listen to it long enough to even begin to transcribe it. I haven't let anyone listen to it yet. All I know is that I've heard it before, and I now believe that it spoke when it was sitting in front of my husband. I don't remember hearing anything at the time, but for some reason, the voice on the recorder immediately brings me back to that moment. The thoughts that must have gone through my daughter's head make me very upset. I have not seen the Rake since he ruined my life, but I know that he has been in my room while I slept. I know and fear that one night I'll wake up to see him staring at me.  Rake playing with strawberries. This story was passed onto me. Take it as you will.  Ive excluded some of the more graphic parts. They were too much for me and I'm 18 and a horror fan, but it was just too much. Zdzislaw Beksinski <3
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« on: June 18, 2009, 03:58:21 PM »
ok ill either do whyachi or just use a sawblade. Ummm... Be careful. You know what youre doing right? Like how not to use a sawblade made for wood or anything else but metal.
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« on: June 18, 2009, 12:43:43 AM »
I love BMX. I ride, have a Haro... Took off the brakes. I love riding that way.
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