Pool's closed.
Copy pasta time. In case you don't realize it, these don't actually apply to me.
So I met this girl on WoW...
And she's really nice. Shes kind, giving, truthful and has been one of my best friends since I joined. We've been hinting and flirting at each other for almost forever. Our guild usually jokes about us being together and never has it bothered me.. until now.
Our guild was sheduled to meet on a Thursday. Everyone was excited to meet each other, especially me, since I was getting ready to meet someone that meant very much to me.
It was a 2 hour flight to New York, but worth it. I finally arrived and called for a cab. I pulled up to the McDonalds to find the guild master and only a few other guild mates standing out side. An hour went by and more and more guildmates arrived. In the end, about 21 showed up (which we didnt expect at all..) Except for Giinddda (the girl). We chatted for a while and still, no show. I was beginning to give up hope until I saw a red camry pull up to the McDonalds. Out came Giindda. At first I couldnt see her face because she was digging in her car (I guess for her purse) but then she came out.
In walked about a 5'7" short wrinkly old woman. I tried to maintain a straight face, along with everyone else. At that moment I regretted all the times me and her had flirted and even sometimes "played" around in game. I shook her hand as she sat down. She asked who all of us were in game. I told her who I was and she grinned. I felt sick. I couldnt stand another minute, I was about to throw up. The worse thing was we all were gonna share a hotel room that night, and was afraid she might hit on me.
Luckily, she didnt. We barely even talked, actually. She eventually left the guild due to being harassed by fellow guildmates about her age, which she so slyly kept hidden. I felt bad for her, but also bad for myself.
Right now Im depressed as hell.
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The images we see in the mirror are the pure incarnates of evil. They are only allowed to exist in the area reflected in the glass. To them, life is like a neverending hell, rotting away in the same room day after day. The only refuse from this purgatory is death, and the only way for them to die, sad to say, is if YOU die.
Fortunately, they are bound by a code. You are their master, and they must mirror your every movement and expression. To do otherwise would break an unbreakable law, unravelling the space-time continuum. However, there is a loophole, and it can only be triggered by you, the master. To force them into error is to free them from their contract; after you let them out of your view, you're on your own. Know this: when you watch them, they're watching you back. They're watching. And they're thinking.
~
A note to the daring:
The next time you're alone in your room, turn down the lights. Think of something on your body that varies in length, such as hair. It must be clearly viewable from your perspective. Grab a ruler and, looking in the mirror, quickly grab a hair at random; you must confuse it. Hold it in position as best you can and note the length. Look down. Yours will be different.
Don't look back up.
Don't turn your back to that mirror ever again.
~
The next time you wake up groggy and tired, don't move. Take a glance at your mirror; if you're lucky, you might catch a smile.
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One night, I was up on my computer, just browsing aimlessly on the internet. It was hot outside, and the rest of the house was cool, so I had my fan in the open window, blowing out. At 12:34am, I heard a tap on the window screen, and when I looked out I saw first a pair of eyes with a look of hunger in them, then my eyes adjusted, and I realised it was my friend that I had ben hanging out with him at my house earlier that day. He asked if he could come inside and stay for a while. I told him that if my dad woke up, I could get in trouble for it, and that he had to leave (He lived close), so he did. The next day, I talked to him on the phone, and he told me that he had gone over to another friends house, about an hour away, and didn't get back till around 10am. I talked to my neighbor, and they confirmed, that she saw a figure in a black cloak, with a shadow over his face, a meat cleaver in one hand, the other one holding a sack over his sholder. She told me, she heard me talking to the figure, and that she figured it was one of my friends playing a prank on me.
Did I mention that I lived on the second floor of my house?
So I met this girl on WoW...
And she's really nice. Shes kind, giving, truthful and has been one of my best friends since I joined. We've been hinting and flirting at each other for almost forever. Our guild usually jokes about us being together and never has it bothered me.. until now.
Our guild was sheduled to meet on a Thursday. Everyone was excited to meet each other, especially me, since I was getting ready to meet someone that meant very much to me.
It was a 2 hour flight to New York, but worth it. I finally arrived and called for a cab. I pulled up to the McDonalds to find the guild master and only a few other guild mates standing out side. An hour went by and more and more guildmates arrived. In the end, about 21 showed up (which we didnt expect at all..) Except for Giinddda (the girl). We chatted for a while and still, no show. I was beginning to give up hope until I saw a red camry pull up to the McDonalds. Out came Giindda. At first I couldnt see her face because she was digging in her car (I guess for her purse) but then she came out.
In walked about a 5'7" short wrinkly old woman. I tried to maintain a straight face, along with everyone else. At that moment I regretted all the times me and her had flirted and even sometimes "played" around in game. I shook her hand as she sat down. She asked who all of us were in game. I told her who I was and she grinned. I felt sick. I couldnt stand another minute, I was about to throw up. The worse thing was we all were gonna share a hotel room that night, and was afraid she might hit on me.
Luckily, she didnt. We barely even talked, actually. She eventually left the guild due to being harassed by fellow guildmates about her age, which she so slyly kept hidden. I felt bad for her, but also bad for myself.
Right now Im depressed as hell.
======================================
The images we see in the mirror are the pure incarnates of evil. They are only allowed to exist in the area reflected in the glass. To them, life is like a neverending hell, rotting away in the same room day after day. The only refuse from this purgatory is death, and the only way for them to die, sad to say, is if YOU die.
Fortunately, they are bound by a code. You are their master, and they must mirror your every movement and expression. To do otherwise would break an unbreakable law, unravelling the space-time continuum. However, there is a loophole, and it can only be triggered by you, the master. To force them into error is to free them from their contract; after you let them out of your view, you're on your own. Know this: when you watch them, they're watching you back. They're watching. And they're thinking.
~
A note to the daring:
The next time you're alone in your room, turn down the lights. Think of something on your body that varies in length, such as hair. It must be clearly viewable from your perspective. Grab a ruler and, looking in the mirror, quickly grab a hair at random; you must confuse it. Hold it in position as best you can and note the length. Look down. Yours will be different.
Don't look back up.
Don't turn your back to that mirror ever again.
~
The next time you wake up groggy and tired, don't move. Take a glance at your mirror; if you're lucky, you might catch a smile.
======================================
One night, I was up on my computer, just browsing aimlessly on the internet. It was hot outside, and the rest of the house was cool, so I had my fan in the open window, blowing out. At 12:34am, I heard a tap on the window screen, and when I looked out I saw first a pair of eyes with a look of hunger in them, then my eyes adjusted, and I realised it was my friend that I had ben hanging out with him at my house earlier that day. He asked if he could come inside and stay for a while. I told him that if my dad woke up, I could get in trouble for it, and that he had to leave (He lived close), so he did. The next day, I talked to him on the phone, and he told me that he had gone over to another friends house, about an hour away, and didn't get back till around 10am. I talked to my neighbor, and they confirmed, that she saw a figure in a black cloak, with a shadow over his face, a meat cleaver in one hand, the other one holding a sack over his sholder. She told me, she heard me talking to the figure, and that she figured it was one of my friends playing a prank on me.
Did I mention that I lived on the second floor of my house?