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| official creepypasta competition
hey guys, tyler here. so here are the rules in the comment section down below write your own ORIGINAL creepypasta. winner will be judged by me. The winner will also receive a mod sanctioned large avatar. bonus points if you make it about me. | 1 | | Mass of the Fermenting Dregs World is Yours | |
Tyler.
06.23.17 | completely 100% serious | GhostOfSarcasticBtrd
06.23.17 | http://imgur.com/orrttGz
| Tyler.
06.23.17 | can you put that into creepypasta form please
| TheMagicalBlender
06.23.17 | I played a video game and it was evil so I died. | FullOfSounds
06.23.17 | oh my god ghost that gave me a hearty laugh | GhostOfSarcasticBtrd
06.23.17 | Gimme dat big avi, bish. | Conmaniac
06.23.17 | Have you ever wondered what experiencing death is like? Well, I have and it’s my drug, the one thing that keeps me wanting to stay alive in this dark, fucked up world. Believe me I realize it makes no sense, why is the feeling of death the thing that keeps me living? If you listen to my story you will understand, but read at your own caution because it just may push you to the edge…
My name is Tyler. I’m probably a lot like you. I live a nice life, I have family that loves and supports me, I’m fairly well off, and I struggle a bit with my own fears and demons. Much like you I’ve often wondered about death and the afterlife and after researching it for years I became obsessed with it. When you die a chemical in your brain is released called DMT and it is most likely the reason why people say they see angels or the devil when they experience near-death situations. The first time I realized my addiction was really by accident…I tried to drown myself when I was 17. I was depressed and manic and I read that drowning would produce the highest high out of any death. So I jumped into my pool, sank to the bottom and took a breath and…
| Conmaniac
06.23.17 | I don’t remember being pulled out by my dad but I do remember everything I saw and felt while I was at the bottom of that pool. It wasn’t just a “trip” where you see pretty colors and feel funny things. No, this was like living an entire life in a world unfathomable by the human brain. I wasn’t in control of how I lived the life my first time but I knew after lots of thought and research that I could choose and become the maker of my own destiny. I needed that escape, in fact I craved it because living life just wasn’t the same afterwards. I had to do it again.
So I started researching ways that would give me the same feeling while still keeping me alive. Before I attempted death again I tried all the other options; LSD, shrooms, salvia, and even smoking DMT. Yet, while close, none of them felt real enough, as if my brain knew it was all fake and refused to let me live that second life I so desperately wanted. I knew I had to drown again, but I knew that my parents wouldn’t be there to save me next time. I started training, timing how long I could hold my breath underwater and researching how long it takes water to actually fill the lungs and kill you. After months I finally perfected it: 4 minutes and 20 seconds, the exact time it takes for me to hold my breath, breathe in water and reach that eclipse before my lungs fail me. | Conmaniac
06.23.17 | My girlfriend at the time was fascinated as well so she was more than willing to help. Although she was too scared to try herself she understood why I had to try it again. When I was ready, we went to a hotel pool at night to test the experiment. I remember it like it was yesterday, a world shinning and brimming with excitement and pure bliss. My body fed off of the sun like a plant and the people around me looked nothing like me. It was the best life I ever lived.
For the next few years I would sporadically do death. Yet, for some reason, the lives I lived became more and more grounded in reality. Things in this world started popping up and even people I knew in real life started appearing in my death induced dreams. But it was still amazing and like a drug I had to continue to feed this addiction of mine because real life just wasn’t interesting to me. I became numb to reality.
The last time I tried death it was eerily similar to my own life. In fact I’m not entirely sure I’ve woken up yet fully. Everything from my old life is the same as this one, yet instead of feeling numb and depressed I feel nothing. Absolutely nothing. I’ve become a walking void that experiences everything yet can’t react to anything. I’m no longer scared or happy or worried or upset, I just am. So here I am, writing this letter to god knows who, just to see if I am still out there, if the real me is somewhere on a beach with a stranger performing CPR to my almost lifeless body. Or is it fully lifeless? I’m not even sure why I’m writing this because even if I get responses it tells me nothing new. I just want to know if this is truly what death is and if I’ll ever wake up. If you are moved by my story please copy this and send it to anyone you know because maybe, just maybe, my former self will see it. | Conmaniac
06.23.17 | i dont need an avi i just need tyler's validation | Conmaniac
06.23.17 | reported | Tyler.
06.23.17 | we need some new entries
:3_: :3_: :3_: :3_: | StickFeit
06.23.17 | This is the greatest and best story in the world... Tribute
Long time ago me and my brother Tyler here,
we was shuffling down a long and lonesome road.
All of a sudden, there shined a shiny spooky skeleton… in the middle... of the road.
And he said:
Tell the best story in the world, or I'll spoon your ass out.
Well me and t-dawg, we looked at each other,
and we each said... “mkay."
And we told the first thing that came to our heads,
Just so happened to be,
The most dank story in the World, it was the most dank-ish story in the World.
Look into my eyes and it's easy to see
If you put your ear on a shell, u can hear the sea
It was destiny.
Once every hundred-thousand years or so,
We are stoned AF, but it’s worth tho
Needless to say, the spookyf3ggot was stunned.
Whip-crack went his dick lul.
And the beast was done.
He asked us: “Be u OG boiis?“
And we said, "Nein mann. We are but Tyler and Stick.”
storytime!
( solo with words:)
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh-ah-ah,
Ohhh, whoah, ah-whoah-oh!
And the peculiar thing is this mah fams:
the story we told on that fateful night it didn't actually sound
anything like this story.
This Is just a bad contribution! You gotta believe it!
And I wish I was not high, Just a matter of bad timing
Ah, fuck! Good God, God lovin',
So surprised u still reading.
| zakalwe
06.23.17 | Tyler's Goods and Produce was a beacon to the local community in the way it stocked and created items that were needed most by the residents of Sputsville.
Always reliable, always smiling, always affordable the populous trusted Tyler's Goods and Tyler felt a sense of accomplishment each time he provided what they needed.
One day however a blight besieged sputsville in the form of a brand new plague called T.D.A.G which if contracted would cause blood to pump out the ears and would lead to crying yourself blind.
Tyler knew that if he really put his mind to it he could concot a remedy that he could stock and restore sputsville to its former glory and this was done for no grand praise, the pursuit of power or glory or wealth but simply because he loved his town.
Night after night was spent labouring away trying to perfect the remedy, the store was temporarily transformed into a lab. Where tins of spookghetti once lined the shelves now there was pestle and mortar, phials and failed experiments.
Weeks passed, then months. Then years. Then Nothing.
The next time you pick up the phone, it'll be the manical raving of Tyler howling how he tried to save you but it's too late you've contracted T.D.A.G
| FullOfSounds
06.23.17 | It was a normal night for Tyler, he had just finished his video of unboxing his new Radiohead spinner and was beginning to upload it to YouTube. As he was sitting at his computer playing games and making sure the upload continued, his power suddenly blew out. Alarmed, Tyler went down in the basement to restart the breaker. He flipped the switch and lights flickered for a split second. Did something just move? No, no... Just an active imagination. He thought he saw a figure standing by him, covered in tattoos. "That's odd," he thought. The breaker finally worked and the lights turned on as if nothing happened. | FullOfSounds
06.23.17 | As Tyler was walking upstairs, he felt uneasy. That figure spooked him more than how an active imagination should. He sat down at his computer to restart the upload and noticed the title he set was changed. "I'LL SWEAR I'LL BURN"...? What? Deciding to shrug it off, Tyler changed it back to his original title. He decided to visit Sputnikmusic to check some threads he normally visits, but stopped himself when he noticed a list constantly being bumped. It was a new BlackMalachite list. When he tried to go into it, the page stopped loading like the server went down. Reloading only resulted in more errors. " Of course the servers go down again," Tyler said to himself. Getting up once more to get a drink, he noticed his fridge already open. Odd, he thought, but a normal occurrence. Inside the fridge, there was a large black rock. Tyler was getting so frustrated with all the odd things happening that he took the rock out and threw it on the ground, shattering it. As soon as the rock hit the ground, the lights went out again. "Christ's sake!" Tyler exclaimed. But a strange feeling was preventing him from moving. The lights flickered on again, and he was face to face with the tattooed figure from earlier. "I gave that black malachite to you for a reason Tyler..." It spoke. Tyler stood there frozen. "It was merch... for my upcoming album..." the figure got closer to Tyler whispered "I swear I'd burn the whole fucking world down," and that was the last thing Tyler heard before falling into a black abyss. The same words kept flashing to him "Distortion World... Void... Rage... Nightfall..." Tyler came to back in his kitchen. The lights were on, so he went back onto his computer to see the site working again. The list was open titled "New Black Malachite Album!" It was hell all over again | Tyler.
06.23.17 | Hahahah | hal1ax
06.23.17 | One Halloween someone put a dead, skinned cat on my front lawn. My mother said, "get that fucking disgusting cat off of our lawn." I replied, "no, I'm playing Xbox," to which she remarked, "you are a horrible son." The end | Supercoolguy64
06.23.17 | For sale: Tyler's shoes, never worn. | ScuroFantasma
06.24.17 | FoS that was a masterpiece | tempest--
06.24.17 | ...and when I logged back into sputnik after the week long server downtime, all 4 featured review slots were new Black Malachite albums. | JamieTwort
06.24.17 | What the fuck is creepypasta? | Deathconscious
06.24.17 | Putting this in my discussions. | tempest--
06.24.17 | holy shit i didnt read anyone else's before posting, funny that full of sounds and i had very similar ideas hahaha | Egarran
06.24.17 | Out there beyond your screen in what they call base reality, there is an evil vinyl, allegedly pressed in the seventies and working as a gate for a spooky record that functions as a channel between this world and an album that is also a key to our world for strange and evil entities of a sinister record to connect our world with the dimension of evil and madness for employing a seventies pressing of an album to make the listener go insane and stuck in a loop of describing the malicious influence of this black frisbee's magic powers of diminishing synonyms | JamieTwort
06.24.17 | http://images.media-allrecipes.com/userphotos/560x315/2501377.jpg | Flugmorph
06.24.17 | fake and gay | Flugmorph
06.24.17 | also lol jamie | Sinternet
06.24.17 | wait is this actually real because then i can get that big avi i've always dreamt of | Sinternet
06.24.17 | ok i've started one but i'm tired i will finish tomorrow morning | Tyler.
06.24.17 | post it now | unclereich
06.25.17 | Kman actually wrote one of the highest rated creepypastas so he wins by default | Tyler.
06.25.17 | Post it?? | unclereich
06.25.17 | To think he was like 15 when he wrote that too lol | ThisIsTheApocalypse
06.25.17 | There was a young boy named Tyler. He was a playful, spirited child, and for whatever reason his parents decided "Tyler." was more fitting name than "Tyler". He laughed, played, watched more Disney channel than he cared to admit, probably even a few admittedly awful shows like Zeke and Luther, everything a normal young child would do. However, he soon would come upon a site that altered his perception of reality, warped the realms of time and space and disrupted the future of his life completely, and this site was sputnikmusic.com, more commonly know as pleasedontratealbumsbeforethey'rereleasedNo. It drew him in like a moth to a streetlight on an otherwise barren street, and it inspired him. Everything was happy for our fairly older Tyler. He found good music through the communities local residents, ranging from Radiohead to Radiohead. Then, however, a thread constantly kept getting bumped, constantly, every waking second of his existence it was bumped. He took the plunge. It was endless, straying into dark territories where no one dare to stray. It mystified him, perplexed him, horrified him. He'd wake up amidst his slumber beading sweat, eyes dilated and face burnishing with the radiant heat of a thousand suns. Feverishly he waited for 3 long nights for the new Black Malachite album, which is approximately the amount of time it takes for a Black Malachite album to come out. He listened to it with an almost euphoric sense, looping it 24/7 in his room, sitting in a corner like an unkempt hermit. People fretted for his mental health, and yet they did nothing. It declined immensely until eventually insanity consumed him, and he was dragged by the My Tears, Your Weapon army into the pits of hell. | ThisIsTheApocalypse
06.25.17 | Inspired by sounds. | sixdegrees
08.21.18 | should not have read this thread before bed O___O | unclereich
08.21.18 | am gay | Supercoolguy64
08.21.18 | but the real question is who won |
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