Terra Dolor: OOC Discussion & Think Tank

ZombieSplitter53

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Brother helped me find its picture. This is the glass eyed, pouting mother fucker.

For those who are wondering what the hell I'm talking about I posted this a month ago. I realize this sounds like the ranting of a madman without the context...

The first nightmare I can remember was when I was 4. We used to own this large, round toy box we kept big toys in like cars and trucks. It was basically shaped like a pouting child's head with a bandage over his forehead.

In the nightmare, I was watching a movie with my mother late at night. I went to the kitchen to get some popcorn, and on my way back I touched it or hit it or bumped into it. The toy box started glowing an eerie green, arms and tentacles growing out of it, and in a sinister voice, it said, "If you ever touch me again, I'll rip your arms off."

All true. Hand to God. And I was only 4. 5 at the most. And from that day on, every couple of years, I would be having a normal dream, and that thing would show up. Sometimes in my room, sometimes in some random location. And I would always be compelled to stare into its eyes. And after a few seconds, the dream would melt into a nightmare. Swirling around. Screams. Horrifying monsters. Cackling lips in my face. The feeling of dread and death. And they were hard to wake up from because my eyes would open, and in the dream I would tell myself to open my eyes, but it wouldn't work because my eyes were already open.

I swear that thing must have been haunted. This continued until my early teens when I had the same dream turned nightmare but finally confronted the nightmare, screaming that I wasn't afraid of it.
 

Taxor_the_First

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Brother helped me find its picture. This is the glass eyed, pouting mother fucker.

For those who are wondering what the hell I'm talking about I posted this a month ago. I realize this sounds like the ranting of a madman without the context...
Yeah no that's a "fuck that"/10. I hate faces like that and there is no way I can ever sleep in their presence. Feels too much like they're watching me. It's the same with silhouettes - I remember once waking up middle of the night, glancing over to my door and nearly having a heart attack because I'd hung a hooded jacket on the doorknob and the silhouette looked like someone was standing there.

Man, fuck the dark.
 

ExoGrim

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Brother helped me find its picture. This is the glass eyed, pouting mother fucker.

For those who are wondering what the hell I'm talking about I posted this a month ago. I realize this sounds like the ranting of a madman without the context...
And I said, "Heeeellll nooooooo."
 

Dahlexpert

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Brother helped me find its picture. This is the glass eyed, pouting mother fucker.

For those who are wondering what the hell I'm talking about I posted this a month ago. I realize this sounds like the ranting of a madman without the context...
Aww it looks kinda cute, yes I'm being that dude right now. But seriously look at it, it's a giant fucking head. With ded eyes no thanks.
 

DarkGemini24601

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I live in a two-story house, and since my brother left two years ago, I have the entire upstairs as this vacant mass of shadows during the night. My brother's room is adjacent to mine and is always pitch-black with a sealed closet, then there's an empty guest bedroom with old DOLLS in it and its closet, a bathroom with a shower curtain opposite.

Needless to say I sleep with my door SHUT. I'm looking forward to having a dorm if only so I don't feel like I'm making a last stand against Satan himself on windy nights.
 

Frostlich1228 (Alt)

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One time as a kid, I was looking around my parents unused bathroom and hanging on the wall was a rusty sickle. Like the gardening variety.

As far as I've been here (which is my entire life) we've never really done much gardening... I also never saw it again after that so... I can only ask myself, wtf?
 

DarkGemini24601

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One time as a kid, I was looking around my parents unused bathroom and hanging on the wall was a rusty sickle. Like the gardening variety.

As far as I've been here (which is my entire life) we've never really done much gardening... I also never saw it again after that so... I can only ask myself, wtf?
Could've been a dream, or maybe something a parent found and then discarded. OR one of them killed a man with it. You never know.
 

DarkGemini24601

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I... LIVE!

Have a collab. It's been awhile, not counting the mission. Is this what it's like to be a player in one of my campaigns?
 

Frostlich1228 (Alt)

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I... LIVE!

Have a collab. It's been awhile, not counting the mission. Is this what it's like to be a player in one of my campaigns?

I'm still just waiting to get a story about Solomons mid-life crisis that causes him to wear sunglasses and challenge monsters to rap battles as a Rhyme Knight of Tempo-ra.
 
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