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The healing web. Is being fucking sold
Nah
Fact. This tells you to treat vision problems by staring at the sun or noodle glasses. No fucking way.
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@loud-trash-arcade would also probably also agree to summoning a demon. This is just sleepover activities.
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I will not joke
Anyone else also just act differently when they’re at home vs anywhere else? Like I’m smarter at home. I just lose brain cells outside.
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Donate if you want to- I don’t know how to link stuff that well but it links it on the blog.
Urgent ‼️ essential 🙏‼️🇵🇸💔
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Hi everyone, I'm Ali, 24, from Gaza🍉😔.I'm going through a really tough time right now💔. I lost my job, my house was destroyed, and I lost all my dreams💔😔. It's been really hard on me, and I've been struggling to keep going.I used to be a law student, and I had my heart set on becoming a lawyer. But now, I'm just trying to find a way to make ends meet and feed my family🥹💔.I've started a campaign to try and get them something simple to ease their hunger. I'm reaching out to you with hope, knowing that your support can make a life-changing difference for me and my family. My family and I are facing a difficult time due to the harsh winter weather and the poor condition of our tent.I'm struggling to meet our basic survival needs. I would deeply appreciate any help you could offer.😔🙏
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Someone explain this to trump really carefully
Calls him a dictator, like he isn’t one himself?
#no like i wish i was kidding#fuck trump#this is why we can't have nice things#Canada doesn’t want to join this shitty no free healthcare having ass country#like wtf
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Number jacks was lowkey scary as fuck. Fuck goosebumps this shit was worse(took from the into songs
I HATE this one so much. Who ever made this. Why!? Is the eye is fucking tongue!?
Another villain, an actual kidnapper
Yea no fucking joke he does that. He kidnaps people.
Also I just- I hate this man I don’t like him, he just takes numbers? Why!? Let them find addresses assholes. I just look at this and feel unsafe idk why the eye was better then this man. @loud-trash-arcade is probably gonna love this man’s intro song though.
The girl villains are a fucking spoon and a fucking no joke spear? I think. Nah if you’re gonna make them creepy! Do the same to the girl!
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Guys shaggy is like low-key fucking strong, a Great Dane is 51-91 kg, so in other words bitch is strong as fuck.
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Dumbest thing ever.
Why does he sell these, I’m sorry but these look breakable Also fun fact! Prime energy drinks are banned in Canada
Yea don’t buy these if you like living, the caffeine count is way too high. You could buy prime but that just tastes like piss. Also I’m gonna buy the toy for @loud-trash-arcade next time they piss me off.
#no like i wish i was kidding#this is why we can't have nice things#prime drinks#like wtf#this have mold to?
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I have collected each pop tabs
Time to summon @loud-trash-arcade
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Girl*
I got bored and asked chat gpt to write a 20 minutes or less horror movie. @loud-trash-arcade I Think we should make this for shits and giggles.
Title: Whispers in the Walls
Genre: Horror, Thriller
EXT. RURAL HOUSE - NIGHT
A weathered, isolated farmhouse looms under a dim moon. The surrounding field is overgrown, and the wind stirs the leaves. SARAH, early 30s, with a camera bag slung over her shoulder, pulls up in her car. She looks uncertain but determined as she steps out, taking a deep breath of the cold air.
SARAH
(under her breath)
This is the place... Grandpa’s house.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
The front door creaks open. The room is empty, save for dust-covered furniture and broken lamps. The smell of mildew fills the air. SARAH surveys the room, hesitant.
SARAH
(quietly)
Okay. Let’s get this over with.
She pulls out a flashlight and clicks it on, the beam cutting through the darkness. She shines it on an old family portrait on the wall—a man, woman, and two children. She lingers on the faces.
SARAH
(softly)
You never told me the whole story, did you, Grandpa?
As she steps forward, she hears a faint, unsettling whisper—barely audible, coming from the hallway beyond.
WHISPERING VOICE
(soft)
Sarah…
SARAH
(turning, startled)
What the—?
INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
The flashlight flickers as SARAH hesitantly walks down the narrow hallway. The house groans under her weight. A door at the end of the hall stands slightly ajar. Another faint whisper calls her name.
SARAH
(quietly)
I’m not crazy…
She approaches the door. The floorboards creak underfoot. SARAH reaches for the handle and pushes the door open.
INT. DARK ROOM - NIGHT
The room is almost pitch black, save for the faint glow of the flashlight in SARAH's hand. The walls are covered in old wallpaper, peeling and warped. On one of the walls, she sees strange symbols, crudely drawn in what looks like charcoal.
SARAH
(whispering)
What is this?
A whisper sounds again, much closer now.
WHISPERING VOICE
(urgent)
Come closer…
Her breath quickens. SARAH takes a few steps forward, her light scanning the room. The flashlight flickers again, then dies.
SARAH
(tense, whispering)
Come on…
Suddenly, the flashlight turns back on by itself, pointing at a door opposite her. The door creaks open slowly on its own. The air grows frigid.
INT. SMALL ROOM - NIGHT
The room is smaller and darker. The air is thick with the smell of decay. SARAH steps inside and surveys the room.
Suddenly, she spots something—a child’s drawing on the wall. A crude stick figure with hollow eyes and a wide, distorted smile. Her heart races.
SARAH
(slightly panicked)
What the hell is this?
The whispering grows louder, now a chorus of voices.
WHISPERING VOICES
(low, chant-like)
You should’ve left. You should’ve left…
Suddenly, a loud CRASH behind her. She spins around. The door slams shut.
SARAH
(crying out)
No!
She tries the door, but it won’t budge. The voices intensify, now echoing through the walls.
WHISPERING VOICES
(in unison)
You’re one of us now.
SARAH panics, banging on the door.
SARAH
(fighting tears)
Let me out! Please!
The room grows colder still. SARAH’s breath is visible in the air. Her body trembles as she looks around frantically.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
The camera pulls back from the living room. SARAH’s voice can still be heard faintly, screaming for help.
The house is silent again. Only the distant howling of the wind can be heard.
EXT. RURAL HOUSE - NIGHT
The camera zooms out slowly from the house. A final, chilling whisper—this time, from outside the walls.
WHISPERING VOICE
You never left.
The house stands still in the dark, isolated. The wind picks up.
FADE TO BLACK.
THE END.
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Yesss!
I got bored and asked chat gpt to write a 20 minutes or less horror movie. @loud-trash-arcade I Think we should make this for shits and giggles.
Title: Whispers in the Walls
Genre: Horror, Thriller
EXT. RURAL HOUSE - NIGHT
A weathered, isolated farmhouse looms under a dim moon. The surrounding field is overgrown, and the wind stirs the leaves. SARAH, early 30s, with a camera bag slung over her shoulder, pulls up in her car. She looks uncertain but determined as she steps out, taking a deep breath of the cold air.
SARAH
(under her breath)
This is the place... Grandpa’s house.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
The front door creaks open. The room is empty, save for dust-covered furniture and broken lamps. The smell of mildew fills the air. SARAH surveys the room, hesitant.
SARAH
(quietly)
Okay. Let’s get this over with.
She pulls out a flashlight and clicks it on, the beam cutting through the darkness. She shines it on an old family portrait on the wall—a man, woman, and two children. She lingers on the faces.
SARAH
(softly)
You never told me the whole story, did you, Grandpa?
As she steps forward, she hears a faint, unsettling whisper—barely audible, coming from the hallway beyond.
WHISPERING VOICE
(soft)
Sarah…
SARAH
(turning, startled)
What the—?
INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
The flashlight flickers as SARAH hesitantly walks down the narrow hallway. The house groans under her weight. A door at the end of the hall stands slightly ajar. Another faint whisper calls her name.
SARAH
(quietly)
I’m not crazy…
She approaches the door. The floorboards creak underfoot. SARAH reaches for the handle and pushes the door open.
INT. DARK ROOM - NIGHT
The room is almost pitch black, save for the faint glow of the flashlight in SARAH's hand. The walls are covered in old wallpaper, peeling and warped. On one of the walls, she sees strange symbols, crudely drawn in what looks like charcoal.
SARAH
(whispering)
What is this?
A whisper sounds again, much closer now.
WHISPERING VOICE
(urgent)
Come closer…
Her breath quickens. SARAH takes a few steps forward, her light scanning the room. The flashlight flickers again, then dies.
SARAH
(tense, whispering)
Come on…
Suddenly, the flashlight turns back on by itself, pointing at a door opposite her. The door creaks open slowly on its own. The air grows frigid.
INT. SMALL ROOM - NIGHT
The room is smaller and darker. The air is thick with the smell of decay. SARAH steps inside and surveys the room.
Suddenly, she spots something—a child’s drawing on the wall. A crude stick figure with hollow eyes and a wide, distorted smile. Her heart races.
SARAH
(slightly panicked)
What the hell is this?
The whispering grows louder, now a chorus of voices.
WHISPERING VOICES
(low, chant-like)
You should’ve left. You should’ve left…
Suddenly, a loud CRASH behind her. She spins around. The door slams shut.
SARAH
(crying out)
No!
She tries the door, but it won’t budge. The voices intensify, now echoing through the walls.
WHISPERING VOICES
(in unison)
You’re one of us now.
SARAH panics, banging on the door.
SARAH
(fighting tears)
Let me out! Please!
The room grows colder still. SARAH’s breath is visible in the air. Her body trembles as she looks around frantically.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
The camera pulls back from the living room. SARAH’s voice can still be heard faintly, screaming for help.
The house is silent again. Only the distant howling of the wind can be heard.
EXT. RURAL HOUSE - NIGHT
The camera zooms out slowly from the house. A final, chilling whisper—this time, from outside the walls.
WHISPERING VOICE
You never left.
The house stands still in the dark, isolated. The wind picks up.
FADE TO BLACK.
THE END.
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Yea we’d probably gonna rewrite it to make it decent. None of this makes sense.
I got bored and asked chat gpt to write a 20 minutes or less horror movie. @loud-trash-arcade I Think we should make this for shits and giggles.
Title: Whispers in the Walls
Genre: Horror, Thriller
EXT. RURAL HOUSE - NIGHT
A weathered, isolated farmhouse looms under a dim moon. The surrounding field is overgrown, and the wind stirs the leaves. SARAH, early 30s, with a camera bag slung over her shoulder, pulls up in her car. She looks uncertain but determined as she steps out, taking a deep breath of the cold air.
SARAH
(under her breath)
This is the place... Grandpa’s house.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
The front door creaks open. The room is empty, save for dust-covered furniture and broken lamps. The smell of mildew fills the air. SARAH surveys the room, hesitant.
SARAH
(quietly)
Okay. Let’s get this over with.
She pulls out a flashlight and clicks it on, the beam cutting through the darkness. She shines it on an old family portrait on the wall—a man, woman, and two children. She lingers on the faces.
SARAH
(softly)
You never told me the whole story, did you, Grandpa?
As she steps forward, she hears a faint, unsettling whisper—barely audible, coming from the hallway beyond.
WHISPERING VOICE
(soft)
Sarah…
SARAH
(turning, startled)
What the—?
INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
The flashlight flickers as SARAH hesitantly walks down the narrow hallway. The house groans under her weight. A door at the end of the hall stands slightly ajar. Another faint whisper calls her name.
SARAH
(quietly)
I’m not crazy…
She approaches the door. The floorboards creak underfoot. SARAH reaches for the handle and pushes the door open.
INT. DARK ROOM - NIGHT
The room is almost pitch black, save for the faint glow of the flashlight in SARAH's hand. The walls are covered in old wallpaper, peeling and warped. On one of the walls, she sees strange symbols, crudely drawn in what looks like charcoal.
SARAH
(whispering)
What is this?
A whisper sounds again, much closer now.
WHISPERING VOICE
(urgent)
Come closer…
Her breath quickens. SARAH takes a few steps forward, her light scanning the room. The flashlight flickers again, then dies.
SARAH
(tense, whispering)
Come on…
Suddenly, the flashlight turns back on by itself, pointing at a door opposite her. The door creaks open slowly on its own. The air grows frigid.
INT. SMALL ROOM - NIGHT
The room is smaller and darker. The air is thick with the smell of decay. SARAH steps inside and surveys the room.
Suddenly, she spots something—a child’s drawing on the wall. A crude stick figure with hollow eyes and a wide, distorted smile. Her heart races.
SARAH
(slightly panicked)
What the hell is this?
The whispering grows louder, now a chorus of voices.
WHISPERING VOICES
(low, chant-like)
You should’ve left. You should’ve left…
Suddenly, a loud CRASH behind her. She spins around. The door slams shut.
SARAH
(crying out)
No!
She tries the door, but it won’t budge. The voices intensify, now echoing through the walls.
WHISPERING VOICES
(in unison)
You’re one of us now.
SARAH panics, banging on the door.
SARAH
(fighting tears)
Let me out! Please!
The room grows colder still. SARAH’s breath is visible in the air. Her body trembles as she looks around frantically.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
The camera pulls back from the living room. SARAH’s voice can still be heard faintly, screaming for help.
The house is silent again. Only the distant howling of the wind can be heard.
EXT. RURAL HOUSE - NIGHT
The camera zooms out slowly from the house. A final, chilling whisper—this time, from outside the walls.
WHISPERING VOICE
You never left.
The house stands still in the dark, isolated. The wind picks up.
FADE TO BLACK.
THE END.
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I got bored and asked chat gpt to write a 20 minutes or less horror movie. @loud-trash-arcade I Think we should make this for shits and giggles.
Title: Whispers in the Walls
Genre: Horror, Thriller
EXT. RURAL HOUSE - NIGHT
A weathered, isolated farmhouse looms under a dim moon. The surrounding field is overgrown, and the wind stirs the leaves. SARAH, early 30s, with a camera bag slung over her shoulder, pulls up in her car. She looks uncertain but determined as she steps out, taking a deep breath of the cold air.
SARAH
(under her breath)
This is the place... Grandpa’s house.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
The front door creaks open. The room is empty, save for dust-covered furniture and broken lamps. The smell of mildew fills the air. SARAH surveys the room, hesitant.
SARAH
(quietly)
Okay. Let’s get this over with.
She pulls out a flashlight and clicks it on, the beam cutting through the darkness. She shines it on an old family portrait on the wall—a man, woman, and two children. She lingers on the faces.
SARAH
(softly)
You never told me the whole story, did you, Grandpa?
As she steps forward, she hears a faint, unsettling whisper—barely audible, coming from the hallway beyond.
WHISPERING VOICE
(soft)
Sarah…
SARAH
(turning, startled)
What the—?
INT. HALLWAY - NIGHT
The flashlight flickers as SARAH hesitantly walks down the narrow hallway. The house groans under her weight. A door at the end of the hall stands slightly ajar. Another faint whisper calls her name.
SARAH
(quietly)
I’m not crazy…
She approaches the door. The floorboards creak underfoot. SARAH reaches for the handle and pushes the door open.
INT. DARK ROOM - NIGHT
The room is almost pitch black, save for the faint glow of the flashlight in SARAH's hand. The walls are covered in old wallpaper, peeling and warped. On one of the walls, she sees strange symbols, crudely drawn in what looks like charcoal.
SARAH
(whispering)
What is this?
A whisper sounds again, much closer now.
WHISPERING VOICE
(urgent)
Come closer…
Her breath quickens. SARAH takes a few steps forward, her light scanning the room. The flashlight flickers again, then dies.
SARAH
(tense, whispering)
Come on…
Suddenly, the flashlight turns back on by itself, pointing at a door opposite her. The door creaks open slowly on its own. The air grows frigid.
INT. SMALL ROOM - NIGHT
The room is smaller and darker. The air is thick with the smell of decay. SARAH steps inside and surveys the room.
Suddenly, she spots something—a child’s drawing on the wall. A crude stick figure with hollow eyes and a wide, distorted smile. Her heart races.
SARAH
(slightly panicked)
What the hell is this?
The whispering grows louder, now a chorus of voices.
WHISPERING VOICES
(low, chant-like)
You should’ve left. You should’ve left…
Suddenly, a loud CRASH behind her. She spins around. The door slams shut.
SARAH
(crying out)
No!
She tries the door, but it won’t budge. The voices intensify, now echoing through the walls.
WHISPERING VOICES
(in unison)
You’re one of us now.
SARAH panics, banging on the door.
SARAH
(fighting tears)
Let me out! Please!
The room grows colder still. SARAH’s breath is visible in the air. Her body trembles as she looks around frantically.
INT. LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
The camera pulls back from the living room. SARAH’s voice can still be heard faintly, screaming for help.
The house is silent again. Only the distant howling of the wind can be heard.
EXT. RURAL HOUSE - NIGHT
The camera zooms out slowly from the house. A final, chilling whisper—this time, from outside the walls.
WHISPERING VOICE
You never left.
The house stands still in the dark, isolated. The wind picks up.
FADE TO BLACK.
THE END.
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Fact, trump wants to get raid of the department of education
So in other words, he wants people to be dumb so he can keep being elected.
Also I found the countdown well looking around and ummm- pls be lying rn that’s 10 years.
#education#no like i wish i was kidding#fuck trump#donald trump#education matters#countdown to his death#to long for him.
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Dude, sugar panda ads are fucking funny, bro flips off the camera and says fuck physics,
This is a fucking creak head or sugar head,
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who is gonna tell him..
y'know what bc i started this might as well hi @loud-trash-arcade and @sannyoslh y'all wanna team up to fight him lol i saw this so dad ruined
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