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Z̝̞͓͔̬̝̺̄̓̓ͯA̷͍̙̲͉̞͈ͅL̤̣̘͍̱G̳̳̼̜̝͓̒̈ͪͮ͆ͣO̘̖̦͕͚̤̥̎́!
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They said it couldn't be done, and some even said it SHOULDN'T be done. But I did it. I called h͓̬͓̗̟̜͖̺̳͕̣͓̯̟̞̞̻i̜̭̫̗͕̱͎̱̲̪̲̼͉̣ͅs͇̼̫̹̙̩̲͈͓̝̪̜͈̻̜͇ͅ ̰̥̹͖͉̦̱͕̝̲̫̣̭̪͇̭͍n̮̻̗͈̪̭ͅa̳͓͎̙̞̗̝̲͔̗͉͈m̜̫͚̠̞̣͖͉̳̺̱̪͚e̩̦̜̺̝. I spoke hͬ̊ͧ̑̔͊̉͗ͦ̽ͬ̏͌̽i̇ͮ̐̓ͤ̽ͭ̇̂s̾́̾̏̆ͮ͊͛ͩ̽ͣ̂ͫ ̏͆̂ͩ̐̓͊n͗ͬͥͧͨ̆́̔̽̃a̓͛͂͗ͮ̓̀͑ͪ̌̅͐͐mͤͩ̍̄̒́̋ͥ̄̍̍͊̚è͂͒̄̾ͫͤ̈̎. I spoke the words that brought him down. Since that day, nothing has been the same. Darkness is all around me. I see darkness in the sky (speak not of the bright circle, it burns). I see darkness in my room out of the corner of my eyes. But when I turn, I see it no more. I wonder if I have summoned lucifer himself. No. Lucifer would not play this cat-and-mouse game for this long. This is another power. Similar, but not on his level. Not on my level either. It wants me to know. Wants me to know it exists, that I have tampered with it in calling its name, and that I will be next. Next. I keep seeing that word. I see it in floors, in ceilings. Not plain as day, no. I see the letters but bent. I see it in carpet, that's why I ripped ALL of the carpet out of my room. I would go to step down and see N e xT and feel a haunting chill over my shoulder. I am scared. I feel fear. Do not call his name. DO NOT. DO NOT. DO NOT. I ask of you, plead with you... I see him behind me now without even looking. Perhaps it is my time to cross Styx. I am tired now. Time to sleep.
Gin
#2

Welp, Moana died. This is what happens when we stop them from bumping Leblanc threads I suppose
this could be a good start to a horror story
scandelous
This feels like the ravings of a mad man
They said it couldn't be done, and some even said it SHOULDN'T be done. But I did it. I called h͓̬͓̗̟̜͖̺̳͕̣͓̯̟̞̞̻i̜̭̫̗͕̱͎̱̲̪̲̼͉̣ͅs͇̼̫̹̙̩̲͈͓̝̪̜͈̻̜͇ͅ ̰̥̹͖͉̦̱͕̝̲̫̣̭̪͇̭͍n̮̻̗͈̪̭ͅa̳͓͎̙̞̗̝̲͔̗͉͈m̜̫͚̠̞̣͖͉̳̺̱̪͚e̩̦̜̺̝. I spoke hͬ̊ͧ̑̔͊̉͗ͦ̽ͬ̏͌̽i̇ͮ̐̓ͤ̽ͭ̇̂s̾́̾̏̆ͮ͊͛ͩ̽ͣ̂ͫ ̏͆̂ͩ̐̓͊n͗ͬͥͧͨ̆́̔̽̃a̓͛͂͗ͮ̓̀͑ͪ̌̅͐͐mͤͩ̍̄̒́̋ͥ̄̍̍͊̚è͂͒̄̾ͫͤ̈̎. I spoke the words that brought him down. Since that day, nothing has been the same. Darkness is all around me. I see darkness in the sky (speak not of the bright circle, it burns). I see darkness in my room out of the corner of my eyes. But when I turn, I see it no more. I wonder if I have summoned lucifer himself. No. Lucifer would not play this cat-and-mouse game for this long. This is another power. Similar, but not on his level. Not on my level either. It wants me to know. Wants me to know it exists, that I have tampered with it in calling its name, and that I will be next. Next. I keep seeing that word. I see it in floors, in ceilings. Not plain as day, no. I see the letters but bent. I see it in carpet, that's why I ripped ALL of the carpet out of my room. I would go to step down and see N e xT and feel a haunting chill over my shoulder. I am scared. I feel fear. Do not call his name. DO NOT. DO NOT. DO NOT. I ask of you, plead with you... I see him behind me now without even looking. Perhaps it is my time to cross Styx. I am tired now. Time to sleep. Is it just me or everyone else have those weird carvings on the words
i can't tell what's creepier, the original or the auto google translate https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/512409994361307158/556877334674800650/zalgo.jpg
(edited by elmco)
Moana
Thread Creator
#10

Is it just me or everyone else have those weird carvings on the words stacking diacritics, zalgo text generator
hazamaMod
#11

A͠n̶͡d̛̀́ ͞I ̶̸j͘͝ư̧s͞t c̡̢̀à̶ņ͏'̡͜ţ ́́loo̧͝k͘,̵͞ ̡̨i͏̷t̵̡'̶s͘҉̷ ̧͟k̴̢̨il̴҉l̸͢í͝n͏g͘ ̶̡͡m͞e̢͏ ͝A͜͢͞n̴̕d ̛́͜t̡̨͝a̢͏ḱ̨iņ͏g͡͡ c̴̢o̶̸n͢͡t̴̸́r̵̵͠ơl͘ ̶J̶͠ea̧l͘ó̕u̴şy,̴̴̶ ̕t̨͟urn̸i̴͜n͢͞͝g̷ ̕s̴ai̸͡͏n̢͜t͏ş̷ ̨í̢͟n̡҉t̴҉o̧ ͏͞t́h̸é̡̧ s̷e͏̕͜á̸͢ ̷͜҉S̢̀w͞͝i͏̴̛mmi̡͢͢n̛g͘҉ ̨t̛h̡͜r̀҉o̢̨ugh ͘͡s̡i̷̡c̸̛͞k̵͡ ̢̀͡l̷u͟l̛͠͠l͏à̷b̸҉͠ie҉̢s͏ ̴C̷̴h̛͝ǫ̕͟ki̸̡n̵͢ǵ ͏o̸̶n̴͢ ̨͠y̵o͜ú̴̢r̨ ̸͜álì̴bi̧͝s̡͟ ͏B̷̀u̧̧͞t̸ ̶́͞it̨͘'̸s͠͏ j̛ùs̕͞t̡ ̴t̛҉he̡͡ p̴͏r̡̨ì̴͢c͜é ̷I̸̴ ̵́p̶̛͠a̵̛҉y̨ D͏ę̴͘st̵̀i̷ǹ̨͜y̸̶͡ ̀҉̸i̶̢͠s͏̸́ ̴c͠͠ą͏l҉̢l̶͢͠į͜ņ͠g͘͏̕ ͏m̷͏e̶̛͜ ̧̕͟O͜͠͡péǹ̸ ̴̧͢u͘ṕ̡͟ ̷́m̶̴y ̵͢͝e̛ą͠g̶̛er ҉͏͘e̡̢͝ye̢͟s͝ ҉'̡C̛̛̀a̢͘u̧s̷̕e͟ ̨I͟'͠m̴͠ ̸͡͝M҉r͢͠.̀ ̸B̴͢ri̕g͘h̨t͠͞ś̶͟į͢͞dé̷
lmfao i was just reading about h̡̨̞̩̪̬̩̗̻̯͙̠̫̮͙͘͞i̧̨̭̱̞̟m͏̤͈̹̬͔͈͉́͘. quite an interesting read, really delves into the human psyche and what horror to each person means, it shows that indeed our imagination is much scarier then real life and nothing can compare to him, the hive mind of chaos is com i n g. he com̴̷̡̛̮̙̬͡e͟҉̷̗͈̖s̶̡̨̺̠͈̰̭̹͓̬̦̤̞̮̪̣̕͝ͅ. H̡́҉̵̰̭͉͈̝̪̥̣̩̝̜E͏͖̬͕̼̳͓͓̳͓̦̘͢͟ ̴̼̻̩̱̘͎̞͉̟͇̟͓̝̝̣͘͢ͅC̡̗̖̗͔̩̝͙̮̰̥̞̤̱͞ͅO̷̧̢̪̳̜̰̲̭̥̦̝̜͈͔̬͙͈̩͉͈̣͠͡Ḿ̵̨̡̦͙̣̺͇̜͓̺̖̯͔̜͇̪̪̟́E̡͖̫̬̠̤̯͈̰̭̕ͅS͈̠͈̮̜͙͈͙̥͔̀͜ ̛̣͓̖͖͍̜̥̤̝̙͚͍͚̹̭̱̕H̴̹̜̬͇̝̀́͘͜E̡̫̖̪̘͙͕͢͞͞ ͖̭̜̼̱̩̱̹̼̞͈̖̟͖̬̫̙͢͢͠͠C̨͏̴̨͇̲͚̥͉̥̗͔́ͅƠ̧̡̞͍̝͎͡͞M̸̧͘҉̺̻̹͉̙̭̜̹̙̳E̛͙̱̩͈͕̹͇̰̳͈̺̭̪͕͚̻̕͠͠Ș̻̮̥̹̤̮͚̣͔̙͈̩͡
also u gey
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