For The Few
I’m the easiest to talk to because I go by so many different names. Every person in every country has heard of me, and spoken of me when things are at their very worst. And I’m so easy to call upon. All you have to do is ask. No ritual to adhere to. No prayer. No personal relationship. Just ask. Once, earnestly.
I’m ever so popular. I’m in your music, your news, and even in your food. I’m Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, Haphaestus and Nietschze. I was there, guiding the hand of Shakespeare, Dahmer and Spielberg alike. You’ve seen me, time and again, now an old man, then a little girl. You bought groceries from me the other day, actually. Hell, if you want to be REALLY personal, some of you make love to me on a regular basis. You’re not bad, either. I like you. I am mother to some of you, Father to others, and I am proud of the way you turned out.
But here’s the pitch. I am powerful, and you are not. I have legions, and you are alone. I can make you mine for all eternity, if you like. And it’s so easy you could almost do it by mistake. All you have to do is ask. Not even in words. Just..want it. Want me. Want to join me.
If you aren’t convinced by my influence, turn on the T.V, and look into the eyes of newscasters while they lie to you. Go to church, and look into the eyes of a sermonising sinner, casting the first heavy stone at the congregation. Hell, look into the eyes of a friend, a loved one, or a stranger. Most of them are mine anyway.
For The Few,
Not particularly creepy, but a nice idea. My first thought was dammit anonymous
I was thinking the devil or sin
WHO?
You’re picture scared the crap out of me…
Your*
Fight Club?
I thought it was anonymous too. Not great, but interesting.
i has sexy times wif you O_o
oh noes my boyfriend is gonna kill me TT~TT
MOO HA HA HA HA XDDD
This person is your boyfriend >:D
Huh?!?!!?
Hahaha.
Brace yourselves for the refreshing read of 1,000 comments requesting “I DUN G3T 1TZ PL0x EXPLAN SUM1!!11!1!1one!11″
Damn it, Anon!
Damn it, Anon!
Oh hai Satan… o:
Must be the most beautiful angel out there…
Was it anonymous? After all, 4chan has existed since the dawn of time. The invention of the internet just let us access it more easily. Don’t believe me? Check any public restroom stall, it’ll read just like a thread on /b/
Still, I kinda liked this one. It was omniscient and apparently all powerful, but without being so in an overly blatant tone. It could use a little more detail, perhaps some clarity, but overall, I give it a “C”
**Excuse me, might I have a glass of port with this pasta? It has a remarkably subtle flavor…..**
Reminds me of “Sympathy for the Devil” by the Rolling Stones.
then who was humanity?
At first I thought it was Satan… but then I thought Anonymous. It fits the shoe.
When I was reading this, I kept thinking “And I should care about this, why?” It’s not a bad story, and I get all that’s there. It does pretty well at the “I have power and you are a hapless pawn in my world” angle, but it wasn’t terribly creepy.
I would have like more detail on why this is bad, but at least it didn’t have the generic “oh btw we are all dead” line at the end.
Not creepy…:(
…eh?
BUT WHO WAS ANON?!
Always wondered why, when she was particularly mad at us, Mom used to call us “the DEVIL’S CHILDREN!” ::evil grin::
It creeped me out fairly well, actually, but no shitbrix just yet.
Sounded a lot like the anonymous “prayer” in the start. But I loved it
I thought it was the human mind, personally. Up until the legions bit, anyway.
Nietschze was obviously the father of Anon.
I don’t know, it’s a good story, but it’s not a creepypasta. What’s the creepy part? Are these people going to kill me if I act out of line? Will they sprout seven heads and ten horns when the day of reckoning is at hand?
I am inclined to believe this is just a joke pasta, which is fine, it’s alright.
At first, I thought God. Then I thought Satan. Then I thought it was the Muse, that which gives us our inspiration. I’m sticking to the muse.