Copypasta Theater – The Man in Black

29 October, 2009 GWT Leave a comment

The Man in Black fled across the desert, and the Gunslinger followed.

Halloween. 3 days. Get excite~!

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Creepypasta Theater – The Dyatlov Pass Incident

27 October, 2009 GWT Leave a comment

The Dyatlov Pass Accident refers to an incident that resulted in the death of nine ski hikers in the northern Ural mountains. The incident happened on the night of February 2, 1959 on the east shoulder of the mountain Kholat Syakhl(a Mansi name, meaning Mountain of the Dead). The mountain pass where the accident occurred has been named Dyatlov Pass after the group’s leader, Igor Dyatlov.

The mysterious circumstances of the hikers’ deaths have inspired much speculation. Investigations of the deaths suggest that the hikers tore open their tent from within, departing barefoot in heavy snow; while the corpses show no signs of struggle, one victim had a fractured skull, two had broken ribs, and one was missing her tongue. The victims’ clothing contained high levels of radiation. Soviet investigators determined only that “a compelling unknown force” had caused the deaths, barring entry to the area for years thereafter. The causes of the accident remain unclear.

It had been agreed beforehand that Dyatlov would send a telegraph to their sports club as soon as the group returned to Vizhai. It was expected that this would happen no later than February 12, but when this date had passed and no messages had been received, there was no reaction, delays of a few days were common in such expeditions. Only after the relatives of the travelers demanded a rescue operation did the head of the institute send the first rescue groups, consisting of volunteer students and teachers, on February 20. Later, the army and police forces became involved, with planes and helicopters being ordered to join the rescue operation.

On February 26, the searchers found the abandoned camp on Kholat Syakhl. The tent was badly damaged. A chain of footsteps could be followed, leading down towards the edge of nearby woods (on the opposite side of the pass, 1.5km north-east), but after 500 meters they were covered with snow. At the forest edge, under a large old pine, the searchers found the remains of a fire, along with the first two dead bodies, those of Krivonischenko and Doroshenko, shoeless and dressed only in their underwear. Between the pine and the camp the searchers found three more corpses – Dyatlov, Kolmogorova and Slobodin – who seemed to have died in poses suggesting that they were attempting to return to the camp. They were found separately at distances of 300, 480 and 630 meters from the pine tree.

Searching for the remaining four travelers took more than two months. They were finally found on May 4, under four meters of snow, in a stream valley further into the wood from the pine tree.

An examination of the four bodies which were found in May changed the picture. Three of them had fatal injuries; the body of Thibeaux-Brignollel had major skull damage, and both Dubunina and Zolotarev had major chest fractures. The force required to cause such damage would have been extremely high, with one expert comparing it to the force of a car crash. Notably, the bodies had no external wounds, as if they were crippled by a high level of pressure. One woman was found to be missing her tongue. There had initially been some speculation that the indigenous Mansi people may have attacked and murdered the group, for encroaching upon their lands, but investigation indicated that the nature of their deaths did not support this thesis; the hikers’ footprints alone were visible, and they showed no sign of hand-to-hand struggle.

There was evidence that the team was forced to leave the camp during the night, as they were sleeping. Though the temperature was very low (around -25° to -30°C) with a storm blowing, the dead were dressed only partially, and certainly inadequately for the conditions. Some of them had only one shoe, while others had no shoes or wore only socks. Some were found wrapped in snips of ripped clothes which seemed to be cut from those who were already dead.

Journalists reporting on the available parts of the inquest files claim that it states:

Six of the group members died of hypothermia and three of fatal injuries.

There were no indications of other people nearby apart from the nine travellers on Kholat Syakhl, nor anyone in the surrounding areas.

The tent had been ripped open from within.

The victims had died 6 to 8 hours after their last meal.

Traces from the camp showed that all group members (including those who were found injured) left the camp of their own accord, by foot.

One doctor investigating the case suggested that the fatal injuries of the three bodies could not have been caused by another human being, owing to the extreme force to which they had been subjected.
Forensic radiation tests had shown high doses of radioactive contamination on the clothes of a few victims.
The final verdict was that the group members all died because of an “unknown compelling force”. The inquest ceased officially in May 1959 due to the “absence of a guilty party”. The files were sent to a secret archive, and the photocopies of the case became available only in the 1990s, with some parts missing

Some researchers point out the following facts which were missed, perhaps ignored, by officials:

After the funerals, relatives of the deceased claimed that the skin of the victims had a strange orange tan.

A former investigating officer said, in a private interview, that his dosimeter had shown a high radiation level on Kholat Syakhl, and that this was the reason for the radiation found on the bodies. However, the source of the contamination was not found.

Another group of hikers (about 50 kilometers south of the accident) reported that they saw strange orange spheres in the night sky to the north (likely the direction of in Kholat Syakhl) at the same date as the accident happened. Similar “spheres” were observed in Ivdel and adjacent areas continually during the period of February to March 1959, by various independent witnesses (including the meteorology service and the military).

Some reconstructions of the victims’ behavior suggest that they were blinded. The rescue team had seen that the victims broke damp and thick pine branches for the fire, even though there was good dry brushwood around.

Some reports suggested that much scrap metal was located in the area, leading to speculation that the military had utilized the area secretly and might be engaged in a cover-up.

Creepypasta Theater – WITNESS

26 October, 2009 GWT Leave a comment

Another day, another Creepypasta.

5 days to go, people!

For reference sake, those reading this on Facebook would get a better experience reading it directly from the source.

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Creepypasta Theater – The Cabin and the Dolls.

25 October, 2009 GWT Leave a comment

On our second day of Creepy Pasta theater, I’d like to present you with the wonder that is “The Cabin and The Dolls.”

6 days til Halloween, people~

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Creepypasta Theater – The Curious Case of Smile.jpg

24 October, 2009 GWT Leave a comment

Well, I had an idea today. Just now. It happens sometimes.

For the upcoming week, I shall be providing horror stories that orginated on the wonderful world of the interwebs. Think of this as my way of celebrating Halloween from Afghaniland and providing wonderful entertainment up until November, where the blog will take a very NaNoWriMo related shift. So buckle in and enjoy the tales that come, folks.

For our first tale, we shall indulge in the wonderful and disturbing tale of Smile.JPG. Please, make yourself comfortable, and enjoy the show.

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The Dreams of GWT

14 October, 2009 GWT Leave a comment

They’re weird, aren’t they? Dreams, I mean.

I mean, you ever stop and try to remember some of the dreams you had?

Well, seeing as I have nothing else to do with my time, I decided to buy a notebook and start keeping a dream Journal. What you are about to read are some of the weirder of the dreams I’ve had since arriving in Afghaniland:

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Visiting the Sci-Fi Ghetto or How House Is Science Fiction

21 September, 2009 GWT Leave a comment

I think some people know of the Sci-Fi Ghetto, they just don’t know its called as such.
The Science Fiction Ghetto is the term for the near universal shunning of the genre. Directors, Authors, Actors, Reader, you name it. They hear Science Fiction, they shun it at first thought.

This is due to the dorky stereotype people have when they hear the term, of course. Really, think about it. When you think Sci-Fi Fans, you think of sweaty fat kids in Star Trek shirts with nasally voices who snort and talk about Captain Kirk. Its okay if you do, you’re just going by the media delivered image that’s been around for years. Its not your fault.

Anywho, you should see the effect of this. Too often does a work of fiction find itself unable to escape being called a Science Fiction work and it in turn winds up being not taken seriously or simply ignored because of it. Regardless of depth, content, or quality, it’s “Just another Sci-Fi trash” and is cermoniously dropped in the Ghetto. Further more, even though everything has a genre,  a Sci-Fi work will be regarded as Genre.

Do NOT debate this with a creative writing teacher! I learned this lesson the hard way.

However, for a wallbanging part of this, note that anything considered to be deep or a classic is mysteriously “not science fiction”. You’d be surprised how many people say Ender’s Game or The Curious Case of Benjamin Button are not Sci-Fi.

Another terrible stigma is the notion of what qualifies as Sci-Fi. Originally, Science Fiction was exactly what was said on the tin: There was to be science and thesis within this work, which would be explained alongside a story. Science + Fiction. Many a people ignore this however, giving the more universally accepted “If it can’t happen in real life, it’s science fiction,” along side “Robots”, “Aliens”, “Spaceships”, and “Lasers.”

(This also occurs with Fantasy and Comics, by the way. Both of which having their own works with the same amount of depth of anything Jane Austen or Herman Melvil have ever written. Granted, with Lord of the Rings and Harry Potter, Fantasy seems to be climbing out of this.)

Anyway, now you know what the Ghetto is and why it’s bad to think of Sci-Fi as Nerdy Crap. Lets get to the brass tax.

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nibolgomeh – [Short Story]

19 September, 2009 GWT Leave a comment

“I stink.”

As sad as it may seem, that’s the only thing I can think of right now. I stink. I look and smell like some who should be working in a butcher shop. Its all raw meat and iron and I’m covering in this sticky red shit and I’ve got all kinds of cuts and bruises from all the stuff that happened over the last twenty-four hours. There’s a broken shotgun covered in teeth marks in my hand, and all I can think is “I stink.

I stink, and I don’t think a shower is going to make me feel clean.
Ugh. I think some of it is on my face too. Man, I wanna lick my lips, but I’d hate to swallow something nasty.

But that’s not the worst part. The worst part is that the sun is coming up. The sun is coming up and now I’m going to have to see all the shit I did in the dark exposed to the light.

Hoo boy, that’s not going to be fun.
I don’t really expect anyone to see this and understand what happened. No, its pretty nasty shit laying here in the dark, in this musky smelling warehouse with me. In fact, is it even a warehouse? This could be some abandoned ballet studio for all I know. Still a musky smelling location, to be sure, but someone out there would probably get pissed if I called a ballet studio an opera house.

Either way, this place is a derelict and I should write a letter to the city council instructing them to burn this god forsaken shit hole to the ground. I mean, I’ve got punctures in my shoulder from very rusty and very exposed nails here. That kind of bullshit wouldn’t be accepted in Somalia!

Oh. The fireball is nearly over the mountains.

And as it comes up, man, everything in this Warehouse-slash-Opera house reminds me of how seriously screwed up the world is today.

The red, oily stuff on me heats up, reminding me it isn’t blood and I’d like to get it the fuck off me as fast as I can. So, knowing that, I make my way towards the bathroom, of this place, kicking aside the headless stump of a body that happens to be lying in the way.

The walls are splattered with the red goo. Not just red goo, but there’s bits of stone scattered all around here and there too. Thats right, I didn’t think that guy’s head would come off so easily, but a shotgun can do wonderous things no matter how hard a person claims their skull to be.

It’s not until I get into the bathroom that I realize the water doesn’t work.
Abandoned building. Right. There’s no electricity, so why would there be running water? How stupid of me.
I bet my sisters at home wondering where I’m at. I really hate to do this, but I guess I’ll have to walk in the house looking like a horror movie villain. Maybe I should stash the gun somewhere first, though.

I really do feel like the bad guy here, though.

Sure, that guy was a douche. But maybe tricking him into coming here and gunning him down in cold blood was a dick move. I mean, I’m sure I could’ve come up with a better way to go about discussing how things with him and my sister were going and maybe, just maybe, I could’ve got him to leave the two of us alone.

On the other hand, the guy was a dick. I’m glad I shot his cranial contents all over the damn place.

“I stink.
“I wonder,” I can’t help but mutter as the red goo begins to burn my skin. “If we’ve still got that box of Lucky Charms at the house…”

[Hemoglobin - October]

Why Pirates are Blantantly Better than Ninjas.

18 September, 2009 GWT Leave a comment

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[WARNING FACEBOOK READERS:  THIS BLOG ENTRY IS CHOCK FULL OF PICTURES AND MAY LOOK REALLY WEIRD.]

Hello, Internets. Today (for me in Afghanistan, anyway) is one of those many holidays many people are unaware of.
I speak, of course, of International Talk Like a Pirate Day. Much like International Towel Day and Pretend to be a Time Traveler day, this is a holiday that is ignored in favor for our seven or so “Fap to America” days and Christmas, that non-important consumer holiday we all cherish for some reason.

How dare Christmas. How dare it.

Anyway, it comes to my attention that Pirates are not as universally loved as those pajama wearing Nancy boys collectively known as Ninjas. And the reason for this, I believe, is slander. Somehow, Ninjas have come off to be awesome badasses while Pirates — the TRUE badasses — are forgotten.

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The Art of Internet Ettiqute and How, Sometimes, It’s More Fun To Ignore It

16 September, 2009 GWT Leave a comment

There are seven golden rules to live by when submitting something to the vast world of the Internets. These rules, The Blogger’s Code of Conduct, are so universal that you find people adhering to them on social networking sites and message boards.

The rules are:

  1. Take responsibility not just for your own words, but for the comments you allow on your blog.
  2. Label your tolerance level for abusive comments.
  3. Consider eliminating anonymous comments.
  4. Ignore the trolls.
  5. Take the conversation offline, and talk directly, or find an intermediary who can do so.
  6. If you know someone who is behaving badly, tell them so.
  7. Don’t say anything online that you wouldn’t say in person.

That is to say, I observe them. I follow them. I pretty much preach them.
Most of the time, anyway. Sometimes, I just enjoy having a little fun. Something that people who browse my Facebook are well aware of.

You see, while I ignore the trolls in a conventional internet gathering, I’ve dwelled among them for so long that the tears of the butt hurt masses simply fill me with a warm sensation of accomplishment. Watching people get pissy over a certain combination of letters on a page on the internet fills my black heart with so much glee that I lick my fingers in delight and try to stir it up more.

I thrive in the shitstorm, watching as it claims victims. You see, at times, I really enjoy trolling.
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