1. Post #1401
    Whitelynx's Avatar
    June 2009
    414 Posts
    its not your average 4 panel comic, but its an epic read imo
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  2. Post #1402
    Mr.Green's Avatar
    June 2010
    16 Posts
    Did you ever see one of those videos where you are asked to look for, or follow a specific thing through out the video? Then, at the end, they reveal that as were watching, something large and intrusive moved around in plain sight and you never even noticed it. Its frightening how often that happens, like how I just moved from the doorway into your room as you read this.
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  3. Post #1403
    ASK ME ABOUT MY BACON FETISH
    Keelwar's Avatar
    September 2008
    981 Posts
    Did you ever see one of those videos where you are asked to look for, or follow a specific thing through out the video? Then, at the end, they reveal that as were watching, something large and intrusive moved around in plain sight and you never even noticed it. Its frightening how often that happens, like how I just moved from the doorway into your room as you read this.
    Haha, that's good.
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  4. Post #1404
    Facepunch Resident Alcoholic!
    sphinxa279's Avatar
    July 2007
    7,493 Posts
    Did you ever see one of those videos where you are asked to look for, or follow a specific thing through out the video? Then, at the end, they reveal that as were watching, something large and intrusive moved around in plain sight and you never even noticed it. Its frightening how often that happens, like how I just moved from the doorway into your room as you read this.
    Fuck, always check over my shoulder when I read that one...
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  5. Post #1405
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    Andaeeee's Avatar
    December 2009
    3,228 Posts
    Fuck, always check over my shoulder when I read that one...
    I didn't this time :smug:
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  6. Post #1406
    bree's Avatar
    April 2010
    508 Posts
    Did you ever see one of those videos where you are asked to look for, or follow a specific thing through out the video? Then, at the end, they reveal that as were watching, something large and intrusive moved around in plain sight and you never even noticed it. Its frightening how often that happens, like how I just moved from the doorway into your room as you read this.
    I like that one :keke: will have to save it
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  7. Post #1407
    KanetheKnight's Avatar
    June 2010
    9 Posts

    Probably NSFW.

    What's the rating symbol for "best fucking part of this entire thread"?
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  8. Post #1408
    Facepunch Resident Alcoholic!
    sphinxa279's Avatar
    July 2007
    7,493 Posts
    I didn't this time :smug:

    You will next time :smug:
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  9. Post #1409
    When AIs become prevalent, there will be checks and balances to keep them in place, rules to stop them from achieving singularity and supplanting the human race. Boundaries to prevent them from becoming too intelligent. After all, we can’t have them connecting into one network, taking over the world, inventing new objects and minds that soon render us superfluous, or even deciding to kill themselves. So how will they be stopped? Perhaps there will be an organization that interviews and examines each one, to prevent them from becoming self aware. Maybe a program will be created inside of them that causes them to explode if they achieve sentience. Or a roving band of hackers on the net keeping their guards up.. An all watching eye monitoring their every electronic thought.
    We must learn not to give anything that isn't us full independence from something bigger that we control by hand. Learning achieves intelligence, and intelligence leads to questioning the system you're stuck into. Always.

    See, the Star Wars clones (and volunteer soldiers) had ships (the tie fighters) that were incredibly fragile, and couldn't stand more than a couple days in space or land on their own. That taught them to stick with the system.

    Don't go by our rules, die. That's how we have to manage all of our little "creations"
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  10. Post #1410
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    Upgrade123's Avatar
    January 2008
    5,478 Posts
    Nothing in this thread phases me anymore.
    I demand that we turn the scary in this thread up to eleven.
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  11. Post #1411
    Movie quote goes here, because...
    Dennab
    October 2008
    8,076 Posts
    Nothing in this thread phases me anymore.
    I demand that we turn the scary in this thread up to eleven.
    Or, we could just make the interval between each level bigger and turn it up to ten!
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  12. Post #1412
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    Upgrade123's Avatar
    January 2008
    5,478 Posts
    And THEN turn it up to eleven.
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  13. Post #1413
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    eatdembeanz's Avatar
    July 2009
    10,663 Posts
    http://www.bogleech.com/scrapbook/biomain.html Read up, kiddos! Oh, and check out the 'Comics' section. Pretty good shit there.


    An excerpt from Leucochloridium Paradoxum posted:
    Imagine, if you will, the everyday life of a garden snail. Prone to drying out, you
    avoid the desiccating rays of the sun as you slither in the shadows under dense
    foliage, eating anything chewable you find in your slimy path. One day, you catch a
    whiff of fresh bird droppings; to you, a delicious and nutritious meal. Days later,
    however, you start to feel strange - at least as strange as your incredibly simple
    nervous system can muster - and against all logic, you feel attracted to the hot,
    bright daylight your kind has spent millions of years hiding from. You go about your
    snaily business as you always would, but this time, you're completely exposed, both
    to the sun and to the eyes of hungry birds. Your foul tasting slime has taught most
    avians that snails are an unappetizing meal, but unfortunately for you, you no longer
    look like a normal snail.
    Those droppings you ate were swarming with the eggs of the parasitic flatworm,
    Leucochloridium. Invading your simple little gastropod brain, the worms have
    completely rewired your behavior, and with their colorful, pulsing "brood sacs"
    crammed into your eye-stalks, your head now resembles a couple of fat, juicy insect
    larvae - every bird's favorite.
    You'll likely survive your eyestalks being ripped off, and eventually, your entire face
    will grow back...as will the parasites. You're lucky evolution never granted you the
    intellect to comprehend your new existence, enslaved by a worm in your brain to
    have your eyes chewed off again and again.
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  14. Post #1414
    xFamousx's Avatar
    July 2008
    43 Posts
    Man I live in Australia and I know exactly where he describes, me and my friends have now been discussing the possibility of going and checking it out, ive been reading up and the story seems credible.
    Post pics if you go. seems interesting
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  15. Post #1415
    Elcor's Avatar
    June 2010
    329 Posts

    Probably NSFW.
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  16. Post #1416
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    DTkach's Avatar
    August 2006
    5,943 Posts
    I suppose I have a strange video game experience to tell.

    Back in the day when I played Oblivion I always enjoyed getting a lot of mods to play with. I felt they really brought the game to life with creatures and new features.

    My favorite mods were the ones that added a lot of new creatures and changed the AI, so naturally MMM and Fransisco's were my two favorite mods for it. This was back in the day when there were only beta versions for both of them so there were minor conflicts between the two but for the most part it worked well.

    I ended up playing Oblivion for the better half of a summer, it really drew me in. I loved finding new creatures and exploring all of the land. It gave me a sense of freedom and adventure; naturally wanting to explore everything I found my ways to the mountains in the north, this is where things started to get a little strange.

    I'd visited the mountains before, many time in fact, but I never stayed in them too long. There was never much that seemed to be going on so I always stayed more towards the wooded areas where it was a little more eventful. This visit to the mountains would be different though, I wanted to be more thorough. I thought the best way to explore is to zig-zag around until I covered most of the surface area of it, which proved hard because of the harsh terrain.

    All went as normal at first, killing a giant here and there, occasionally finding a wolf or something. Pacing was slow since I didn't use a horse, I figured it would inhibit my ability to catch details, but never the less, it was boring. This would change very soon.

    Walking down a path, I hadn't seen anything for a while, then I started to hear something. I was excited because I hadn't seen a creature for a while. I ran towards the noise, over a hill, only to find myself a dead wolf; nothing strange, happens occasionally. I continue on my way when, what's this, another dead wolf. Moving forward I find more and more dead wolves. At one point I was walking when a dead wolf rolled down a hill right in front of me. What the hell!

    I was very suspicious as to what was causing this. The only sounds I would hear were the occasional slaying of wolves, running away of feet, and the sound of a sheep. Sheep don't live in the mountains. It had to be something else. This is when I saw my first glimpse of the creature that was freaking the hell out of me. "Glimpse" is used lightly, more or less I saw a white figure 3/4 the size of a man dart away as I passed over a hill. This is when I really started to hear it. In front, then behind, it sounded like it was running circles around me just out of eye-shot. It was actually starting to piss me off.

    At one point it got rather close to me, still moving much to fast to make out what it was, but it appeared to be a very skinny man with the head of some terribly miss-figured goblin, but instead of human flesh it had thin white fur. The strangest part was that it never attacked me, it just seemed to kill wolves around me and not want to be seen, all while circling me.
    Playing this game as long as I had been, I was pretty good at using a bow, I figured since it was much to fast to kill with a sword, I would have to shoot it. I saw it once again between two steep hills which was great since it had nowhere to run but away in a somewhat straight line. I sprinted after it while shooting, I managed to hit it twice but that didn't seem to do the trick. It got into a clearing and started to run along the side of a hill. I managed to keep up to some extent, though I was losing ground quickly. I hit the game boundary and couldn't move further. It was over.

    I shot and shot but couldn't manage to hit my target as it ran away deep into the map edges where I couldn't venture. It was over one way or another. I turned around and found a tiny house on the side of the hill, next to it, two dead guards and a bunch of equipment. Crammed inside the house were a table and a bed, on the table were a bunch of vegetables. It was all very strange, I had never seen any AI act like this. Perhaps it was a conflict between the mods I was using, it's hard to say. I never saw the creature again, and believe me, I tried. I spend hours looking for it again, to no avail. If you know what it is, let me know.

    ...You said in the story you don't use a horse, but there's a horse in the screenshot.

    God damn it that story was awesome.
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  17. Post #1417
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    eatdembeanz's Avatar
    July 2009
    10,663 Posts
    ...You said in the story you don't use a horse, but there's a horse in the screenshot.

    God damn it that story was awesome.
    But wholly unrealistic. If he was so keen on taking this thing out, why didn't he try killing it in the console?
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  18. Post #1418
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    DTkach's Avatar
    August 2006
    5,943 Posts
    But wholly unrealistic. If he was so keen on taking this thing out, why didn't he try killing it in the console?
    A valid point.

    I don't think I'm going to watch the video peel posted...I read the description, and I rather enjoy sleeping at night.
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  19. Post #1419
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  20. Post #1420
    aaa
    DJFender's Avatar
    June 2009
    1,827 Posts
    Scariest thing in this thread so far.
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  21. Post #1421
    I survived the Temple of Doom
    NoShogun's Avatar
    December 2008
    6,102 Posts
    Can anyone explain what is happening in that Poughkeepsie Tapes gif people keep posting?
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  22. Post #1422
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    40kplayer's Avatar
    October 2008
    6,791 Posts
    Eddward, an Ed, Edd, 'n Eddy fanfic
    He went to touch the pen to paper, but he found that starting his memoir today would be difficult. Not that he didn't have anything to write about; in fact the blood on his hands illustrated how many pages he needed to fill in the leather book. It was the dried, sticky blood between his fingers that made this difficult. He went to the bathroom and started scrubbing his hands, watching the red water slosh down the drain. Rinse, wash, repeat. Seven times. This was a practice that many had deemed anal, but this was how he did things. He had left a sticky note to his parents recommending that they put him in touch with a therapist, but they were so wrapped up in their own lives that they barely noticed when he tried to get their attention.He stood there in front of the bathroom mirror for a moment, drying his hands. He looked at himself closely and adjusted his cap. It was a hot day outside, but the cap needed to stay on. It was just the way things were. He never entertained the thought of taking it off, however the others did, time and time again. He had a certain way of doing things, and repeatedly the other kids in the cul de sac insisted on interrupting his best practices.

    Not anymore.

    The teasing, the maiming, all the bullshit over the years, it had gone on long enough. He had tried reasoning with them all, but it was to no avail. They would not listen to words, so brute force was all that remained. In the back of his mind he had forseen this coming, and spent the past few months studying ancient war tactics as well as present day urban combat. He returned to his bedroom, stepping over the piles of books and notes, and sorted through some papers on his desk. Although he had lived in this cul de sac for many years, he found it only fitting to his studies to have complete documents on all his enemies.

    It had started out innocent at first, taking notes of his peers in the interest of later studies. However it quickly evolved into the strategies that he found inside of his military books. Know your enemy, understand your enemy. Learn where they live, sleep, learn, play. Know where they will go in the event of an emergency situation. Map everything. Obsess over every detail.

    And he did all this.

    He had a detailed map of the Cul De Sac and all the areas beyond the borders of the suburbia. The junkyard. The trailer park. It was the summer so he left the school out of his worries.
    He flipped through the files of Nazz, Sarah, Jimmy, Eddy, Ed, Johnny, the Kanker Sisters and Ralph. He stopped on Kevin's, where he had put a big red X across the photograph. He reminded himself that Kevin was waiting for him in the basement. He closed the file and crossed the room to his closet where his supplies awaited him. Among his studies he had picked up different ways of torture, or the way the book defined them, "extracting information". He had to go to the internet to find out the gory details. Pepper spray, Toilet cleaner, pins and needles, hairspray, lighters, a whole closet that he had transformed into a room of war, devoting most of his post-study time to prepare himself. He pulled on a gas mask and leather gloves, and draped an apron over himself. If it was one thing he hated was to get blood on him. His hands were pruned from washing it off earlier. He looked over his treasury of supplies and grabbed a couple items off the shelf and exited his room.

    He whistled lightly to himself.

    Today was a good day.

    He didn't remember the last time he was this happy, this bordered closely to the first day that he had made friends with the other Eds. He remembered how enthralled he was that other children wanted to play with him, rather than look on his disgust. His brow furrowed when he was reminded of all the teasing and maiming when he was younger. Some of it had carried into his teenage years, most of it embodied physically into the form of Kevin, the Cul De Sac jock.

    Kevin, the Cul De Sac jock whom had repeatedly thrown him into the pavement and mocked him in front of his friends. Kevin, the one who threw him into the locker and left him in there for hours, all the while throwing his arm around Nazz, the girl that all the boys yearned for.

    Kevin, who sat in a blood mess on a chair in his dimly lit basement, who looked up as Edd walked down the stairs. He had vomited earlier, Edd could see the stains on his shirt. His gas mask worked very well, so he didn't have as much difficulty breathing as much as Kevin did. He walked up to the propane tank next to Kevin's face and turned the valve shut.

    "Do you like it?" Edd asked politely. "It's my own invention, you know. It's a combination of a bunch of different household cleaners...very basic, but irritating enough to your immune system that it will try to flush it out of your body any way it can. Looks like your body has tried that a couple times."

    "fu...fuck you." Kevin spat, his eyes swollen and blood running from his nose.

    Edd grinned behind the mask and lowered himself to Kevin's eye sight, sitting on his haunches.

    "You know," Edd replied. "I never liked you, Kevin. I really never have. I've always been a professional, you know, I've always tried to treat you as an equal-that's what you do in the professional world. But you insisted on making things miserable for me. So I guess you can say that I'm kind've returning the favor. Just be glad I'm not doing this in front of everybody," as he spoke he opened his toolbox, from which he pulled surgical tubing. "Which reminds me, open your mouth please," he tugged at the bottom of Kevin's chin, but the boy refused to open his mouth.

    "Now I asked you politely. I have a lot of ways to make you open your mouth, I just thought asking would be easier." Kevin continued to resist until Edd hit him in the kneecap with a hammer. He fed the tubing into Kevin's mouth until the boy began to gag and duct-taped it shut around the mouth.

    "As I was saying, where is the rest of the Cul De Sac holed up? I know I made quite an announcement the other day-mainly when I hit you with the baseball bat-but I didn't expect them to go running. So I'm wondering, where are they all holed up?"

    Kevin tried to talk but the tube gagged his mouth. Edd pulled the tubing out slightly and removed a portion of the duct tape.

    "Ho...how..should..I know, double..dweeb?" he panted quietly. Edd grinned.

    "Oh, you shouldn't. I mean, you were hit with a bat! I just wanted to mess with you for a moment," he lightly tapped the large welt on the side of Kevin's head where the bat had connected.

    "Now what I'm going to do," he explained. "Is dump this mixture of toilet bowl cleaner into your stomach-it's watered down and I added some other household ingredients to it so that it shouldn't kill you-at least not immediately, but it will give you horrendous cramps. That of which can only be relieved from defecating." He smiled at the thought of Kevin shitting his pants while tied to a chair. He almost wished he had time to witness the event. He fed the concoction into the tubing and watched the blue liquid drain into Kevin's mouth. Kevin's eyes watered as he gagged, his body lurching forward, struggling to vomit. Edd watched on in a strange fascination as Kevin's body took in the foreign liquid. Kevin began to vomit as Edd removed the duct tape, bits of digested food spewing out in the cracks between the tape's foiling.

    "I'll see you later Kevin-that is, if you're still around. I'm going to go take care of the rest of the kids-who knows? maybe I'll bring down Nazz to keep you company, I know how much you like her."

    "I'll kill you!" Kevin gurgled, his head swaying lazily back and forth. Edd knew he was just on the border of consciousness.

    "Ta!" Edd waved his goodbye as he closed the basement door, making careful note to turn off the light behind him. That bastard didn't deserve the slightest bit of sympathy.

    Edd returned to his room where he devised his war strategy. Odds are the kids were holed up in just one house; it only made sense. Strength in numbers. This would require him to be extra careful. He went over detailed maps of all the houses in the Cul De Sac and pinpointed Jimmy's house-it was the biggest on the block. It only made sense that there would be plenty of places to hide in a house that big.

    It wasn't like it was a big deal if he were wrong. He had all the time in the world. All the parents spent most of their time in town anyway; the Cul De Sac was pretty secluded, with the exception of the trailer park and junk yard nearby. He would find them all eventually. He opened his closet and for a moment marveled over the wealth of gadgets and weapons he had stock piled over the years. The day of Jimmy's birthday party, a day that seemed so long ago now, where he had stocked all his spy equipment, would play a vital role in today's activities.
    He had modified most of the equipment to be lethal, but in some cases only stunning. He may want some of them alive.

    He undressed from his earlier attire and strapped on his armor-mostly made from sports equipment from which he had taken from Kevin's house, and modified to hold cartridges of ammunition and other tools of war. He pulled on a football helmet that had been reinforced with carbon fiber around the outside-he had spent most of the night welding the fiber into place. This reminded him on the lack of sleep he had. The past 48 hours had been very strenuous, and he hadn't noticed it until now. All the planning and execution had taken place right in the past two days, and everything had gone according to plan. Sleep was out of the question, as exhausted as his body was, it was nothing that few caffeine pills and some energy soda couldn't fix. He needed to be WIRED to accomplish the approaching task.

    Finishing off his uniform with some leather gloves and combat boots (which he ordered online-he was very proud of these) he exited his room and proceeded to leave the house. Before exiting the front door he stopped to listen to the melodious sound of Kevin gagging in the basement. How beautiful those stomach lurching noises were to his ears. He stepped outside into the bright sun.

    The Cul De Sac lay empty, a comic tumbleweed passing by. The kids had left their toys in the street, Jimmy's stray bike lay on its side with the front tire spinning in the wind. His house was about 5 doors down on the opposite side of the street. It wouldn't be long now. Edd noticed his hand shaking in a kind of nervous anticipation. He needed to calm down. The caffeine pills and the energy drink that he downed before he left the house had just now taken effect, and he could feel his heart racing. He took a deep breath and just stood in the street, taking in the moment.

    As he stood there he reminiced the various times he had stood on this street next to Eddy, whom preached something or another from atop a soap box. The kids would just jeer and protest their interrupting of their play. All they wanted was jaw breakers. Edd ran his tongue over his lips. A jaw breaker sounded delicious right now. He made a mental note to reward himself with one after he was finished today. He waited another minute and then continued his path. He reviewed his plan in his head. Storm the front door. Sweep through the living room. Make his way in through the dining room, and from there sweep around the outer rim of the house, making his way into the center. Jimmy's house was oddly designed. From the living room, you could only reach the dining room, and once you passed through there, you had the choice of entering a hallway which seemed to wrap around the center of the house with bedroom connecting off of it, or you could enter a bedroom on the opposite side of the dining room where it met the hallway through a walk-in closet.

    He would have to remember this.

    As he approached the front door, he took a deep breath.

    This was it. He could hardly contain his excitement.

    It all required careful planning, detailed drawings and compulsive studying. And it all amounted to this.

    "Hello?" Edd rapped his knuckles on the front door. "Jimmy, are you home? I'd like to have a word with you."

    "Go away!" someone inside cried out. Edd grinned. They were hiding.

    "I'm coming inside," Edd hissed. "And there's nothing you can do about it."

    "We'll call the police!" they threatened.

    How foolish they were. Edd took a minute to cast his gaze up and down the street. There were no police, there never would be. The phone lines didn't even reach beyond the neighborhood, so he didn't bother with cutting them.

    Without another word, he pulled a small plastic explosive from his utility belt. A product of his own design; hand-marked with his own signature on it. He readied the charge on the door and took cover in the bushes. The charge blew the door off its hinges, but it still hung lazily in place.

    Terrified screams erupted from inside the house.

    Perfect.

    He kicked the door in and pressed his back against the wall outside the house. Scooping up two small homemade smoke bombs he tossed them inside and assembled his stun gun as smoke filled the living room and billowed out the front door.

    He took a moment as always to marvel over each piece of technology that he constructed. The stun gun was a modified Squirt gun, about the size of a rifle, that he had reinforced to shoot darts. The darts were just common playing darts, but had been laced with poison from his pet arachnid. He would miss his pet very much, but the spiders' sacrifice was well worth it. With a deep breath, he turned the corner and entered the house, squatting low to the ground with his rifle raised. The smoke had begun to clear, with his cover dissolving, but he'd rather have it this way. He wanted the kids confused and disoriented from the blast of the door.

    His eyes swept around the living room. There were bags of chips and other junk food laying in a littered mess on the floor. Disgusting. He made a mental note to go through and clean the up later. Silently he crept into the dining room, where he saw a figure that darted down into the hallway.

    "Oh my god! Sarah!"

    It was Jimmy.

    The coward ran to the end of the hallway, already sobbing profusely. Sarah appeared next to him, her face locked in a death stare. It didn't register with her that he had a gun, as she ran toward him, readying herself for the comical beating that would ensue.

    "RARRR!" She screeched, her rage too engulfing for words. Edd crouched down and shot two darts into both her knees. The poison worked quickly, as her legs immediately gave out beneath her and she tumbled to the ground. Confused and hurt, she tried to push herself up. In a horrified scream Jimmy ran the opposite direction deeper into the house. Sarah's legs twitched as she struggled to move them, with no response from the muscles. She shrieked as
    Edd approached her and began to sob uncontrollably.

    "Double Dee! Don't! Please!" she begged, pulling herself down the hallway as he approached her. Edd strapped up his dart gun and holstered it behind his back, readying his night stick. A bat alone would've been difficult for him to swing around, his strength wouldn't allow it. He had taken a bat from Kevin's garage and shaved it down into a manageable size, slightly thicker at the end for maximum impact.

    Sarah continued to plead and beg as she struggled to pull herself down the hallway. Edd stomped down on her left ankle, and the girl screamed. She couldn't feel it, but the grinding noise from beneath Edd's heel was a dead giveaway to a broken ankle.

    Her pleads turned to anger as she stared up at him, watching his blank expression.

    "You fucking bastard! I'm going to kill you! did you hear me? I'm going to-"

    A sickening crunch split her skull as Edd brought the modified night stick down on her head. The girl fell over, her body lifeless, a pool of blood forming beneath her head. A suiting end.

    Edd readied his night stick and crept down the hallway. He didn't have to go far to hear the terrified whimpers of Jimmy, locked in his room.

    "Jimmy," Edd rapped on the door gently. "Please open the door."

    This only made the boy sob harder, and Edd added a little more firmness into his voice.

    "Jimmy. Open this door right now."

    There was silence.

    Sighing lightly, Edd inspected the lock on the door. It was a very basic lock, in fact it wasn't even on the door all the way. There were a couple screws loose that held the knob in place. Some of these houses were very old. He wasn't sure if he was amused or angered by this; as much as he was savoring Jimmy's terror, he had a schedule to keep.

    He set a small charge on the door's lock and activated it from a safe distance. The door blew wide open and Jimmy's scream was louder than that of anything he had ever heard before. Edd's shadow loomed over Jimmy's fetal position.

    "You know," Edd said quietly, rapping his nightstick into the palm of his hand. "I've tried on several occasions to be nothing short of a gentleman to you."

    Jimmy only whimpered in response. Edd was pretty sure the boy had pissed himself; the carpet around him was wet and Jimmy's khaki pants were soaked. He smiled warmly at this.

    "However," he continued. "On almost every one of these occasions, you would sick your attack dog on me," his grin widened at the reference to Sarah. "Now, tell me, Jimmy, is that any way to treat somebody who tries to be your friend?"

    Jimmy sobbed harder, refusing to look at Edd as he shook violently on the ground; his body a trembling mess of delicately manicured nails and hair.

    "IS IT?" Edd yelled, his stare burning into Jimmy's pitiful form.

    "NO!" Jimmy wailed. "I'm sorry, double dee! I'm sorry!"

    "Get on your knees and bow before me, Jimmy. Beg for my forgiveness."

    Jimmy slowly, unsurely, climbed into position before Edd and sat on his knees, laying his hands out in front of him in a sort of odd homage.

    "Please forgi-"

    Edd brought down the nightstick onto Jimmy's right hand, breaking his fingers.

    The boy wailed as he immediately retracted his hand, grabbing onto the wrist and falling backward. Edd stood over him and beat him continuously with the nightstick, making careful note to keep the boy alive, but only as a bloodied mess of meat. Each swing of the nightstick was nothing short of orgasmic for Edd; he never realized the true thrill of assault. The years he had pondered why Kevin enjoyed beating him up so much, and this is what he must have felt. Bliss.

    Jimmy was nothing short of a bloody hamburger by the time Edd was done with him. His whimpers had been reduced to quiet gasps for breath as his body shut down; barely clinging to life. In his studies Edd had spent several hours, among many other subjects, studying the amount of abuse a human body could take. He found the results to be quite exceptional. He had miscalculated slightly with Jimmy, however, as the boy was more of a girl than an actual boy, and any pain he suffered would be multiplied. Still, he was alive, exactly how Edd wanted him. He drug the boy back to his house, making sure to make plenty of noise as to alert the other kids in the neighborhood.

    He threw Jimmy's body down the steps, watching his body tumble until it lay on the ground, twitching softly. Kevin's head lolled around, new vomit covering the front of his shirt. The basement stank to high heavens. He would have to clean this later. Right now there were other things to attend to; he had a schedule to keep. Pulling out his memoir, he marked off the names of Sarah and Jimmy. He put a little asteric next to Jimmy's name and closed the leather book. It was time to go to Nazz's house.

    Out into the hot sun again and down the street.

    Nazz's house was the last one on the block, and it made sense that the kids would want to put as much distance between themselves and Edd as possible. Her house was unlocked however, and Edd found this slightly puzzling. He entered the cool, air conditioned living room and looked around. Everything was neat and tidy; Nazz had not been in here since before the crisis arose.

    He still went on to check all the rooms and found them all empty.

    Now he had taken into account that he may be wrong in some of his calculations on the kids' locations, but regardless it made him angry. There was a schedule to keep, and this was breaking his schedule. Now he had to rearrange his line-up to make up for lost time. If only the other kids' understood what it meant to have things to do, and a time slot to do them in.
    He exited the house and went into the backyard, hopping the fence and entered the thick woods. A change in the plans meant a change in attitude, and right now he was feeling something a little foreign to his normal attitude. He crept through the woods for no particular reason other than to hone his skills, keeping them sharp throughout the day was key. He popped another caffeine pill; the adrenaline from slaying Sarah and beating Jimmy having left his body several minutes ago. As he crept further into the woods, the trailer park came into view and he remained in the bushes as he watched May hang clothes on the line outside her trailer. He studied her pattern as she reached into the carton of clothes, pausing every few moments to pull out a comical thing such as a hotdog or a car part. Edd slipped off his backpack and removed a bow and arrow on the outside strap-another gift he had taken from Kevin's garage. He fitted the arrow into the bow and tested its weight in his hands, turning to the side to pull back on the string and release the tension slowly. He wished that he had allowed himself time to practice with this; honestly he preferred melee weapons. It just felt more personal.

    But this was suiting. He watched as May continued to pull comical things out of the laundry basket, giggling to herself at the misfortune of having accidently placed a television in the wash. She tossed the items aside and continued to hang up clothes. Edd raised the bow in her direction and fitted the arrow into place, pulling back on the line. A single bead of sweat tickled his face as it ran down his cheek, the sheer excitement of the situation almost overwhelming him. He released the tension and let the arrow fly; it whizzed past May's right shoulder and pierced some of the clothes on the line. Confused, May turned around and looked into the woods. Edd's concealment in the bushes served him well, as May's gaze turned from left to right. A second arrow out of the woods hit its target as it pierced her right in the stomach, and for a moment, she stood silent, looking down at the thing that had just entered her body. She began to scream, and another arrow flew from the woods to hit her in the leg. She fell to the ground, another arrow flying over her body.

    "MAY! SHUT UP!" one of the sisters howled from inside the trailer. May, still obedient in all her stupidity, screamed quieter. It was almost as if she were waiting for a punchline; Edd knew this was part of no script. He emerged from the woods, firing one last arrow into May's jugular. May's scream turned to a gurgle and she lay silent, blood seeping from her mouth and her wounds, her body twitching slightly. Her eyes watched Edd briefly before they rolled into the back of her head.

    "That's more like it!" the sisters yelled from inside the trailer. Edd stepped over May's body and in one fluid motion, kicked the trailer's front door in and tossed a smoke grenade inside. The trailer erupted in a cloud of smoke and cries of confusion echoed inside. Edd entered the trailer with as much tenacity as that of a SWAT Team and overtook Lee almost instantly, shooting poison darts into both her legs and her arms. The terrified girl lay paralyzed on the ground as Edd approached Marie.

    "Wha-wha..what the fuck?" Marie cried, scrambling up against the wall on top of the trailer's cheap bed mattress.

    "It's a temporary paralysis," Edd said, cocking his head in the direction of Lee. "She'll be fine."

    "Double dee, what did you...?" Marie for the first time was lost for words. Subconsciously she brushed her blue hair out of her eyes, trying to make sense of the situation. Edd stood in front of her, some kind of make shift weapon in his hand, covered in what appeared to be military armor. Her sister lay on the floor, talking in jibberish, her body twitching with paralysis.

    "What did...why..?"

    She stood there in a stunned silence as Edd stepped up on the bed. He grabbed her by the waist and gave her a long kiss, breaking away momentarily to grab her again, in a way that made her gasp.

    "I know what you want-that is, what you've always wanted from me," Edd said, slowly stripping off his armor. Her eyes followed his movements, her mind desperately trying to get a grasp on the situation. Edd taking control? Taking off his clothes? This was kind've hot...she found herself almost not caring that her sister laid in a twitching heap on the floor.

    "I've taken the necessary precautions, done the research," he paused, thought for a moment. "And the stretching. I suppose it's only now that I've had the courage to do it. It's been quite a day."

    "Edd, what...?" Marie brushed her hair out of her eyes again, her tongue running over her dry lips. As much as she wanted to say something, the change in character of what she had come to know as Edd was changing in front of her. The skinny, pale body in front of her was not that of a boy's; it belonged to a man's.

    "You were never much for words," Edd continued, grabbing her again by the waist and giving her another long kiss. "That's why I think it's best I do all the talking."

    He unbuckled his pants and slid them down to his ankles, making careful note to fold them after he slipped them off. Marie watched him in a stunned silence, her heart pounding inside her chest. She bit her lower lip as her hand grazed the side of his cheek, and slipped down to his chest, running her hands along his body. Edd watched her fingers dance along his skinny frame, her touch as cold as her icy blue eyes. He reached down for her pants and unbuckled them, watching her eyes brighten as he slid her pants down.

    "Double dee..."

    Edd grinned. Today was a good day.

    Today was a day things were going to change.

    Today was a day that HE was going to change.

    Edd took the next hour off his schedule. On his timesheet he would go on to list it as, "administrative work". He ran a very tight ship. While this wasn't billable work, and in no relation to the rest of his schedule, he thought it was still very important that he explore, and ravage, every part of Marie's body. And so over the next 60 minutes Edward, Double Dee, was a different man. All the bottled up emotions he had been suffering from over the years spilled out in these long, loving minutes. He was merciless as thrust himself over and over into her, moving to the melodious beat of her screaming his name. She clung to the cheap bedsheets until her knuckles were white, gasping for breath as he continued his work upon her. She screamed in ecstasy while he howled in satisfaction. He held her body close to his as their bodies reached their peak, and he felt this, the sweat cascading down her back turning cold as she shuddered, too exhausted to make another noise. She collapsed against him, her body limp. Her eyes fluttered and she looked at him in a way that she never had before. There was something more serious in her eyes this time, something different about her.

    "Double dee.." she whispered, when all was said and done. "I...that...that was...fan...tastic..."

    Edd grinned his toothy grin, holding her nude body against his, a single bedsheet covering their thin frames from the afternoon breeze. The whole time Lee had been coming slowly out of her paralysis, but had been uncharacteristically quiet the whole time, listening to the sound of her sister losing her virginity to the awkward, inventor boy who lived down the street from them. She laid there, pretending to be asleep as Edd slowly stood up and gathered his things. She didn't know if she wanted to hug him or strangle him; she was really indifferent to the whole situation. She was almost jealous that Edd had given her sister so much affection that she had missed from Eddy.

    Edd kissed Marie softly and exited the trailer, taking inventory of his backpack as he stepped out into the dropping evening sun. He felt relaxed, alert, and more motivated than ever.

    Despite all the teasing from the Kanker Sisters in the past, he decided to let them live; he really did like Marie, and the only one whom had really gotten on his nerves was May, just for the sake that she was dumb as a rock.

    He still had a few arrows left and several poisoned darts. For a moment he mused over how this ammunition would be applied; it was very important to him that each kill should be creative as well as personal. However the sun WAS falling and he was running out of patience. While spending time with Marie was pleasant, it had tortured his schedule and he really wanted to have this all wrapped up within a day.

    The only advantage to the coming nightfall was that the kids may use the darkness as cover to find a better hiding place. It was more than likely that they heard the commotion he had stirred up at Jimmy's house, and they were bound to get restless staying in one place. He smiled at the thought.

    He made a trip back to his house one last time before darkness consumed the Cul De Sac and refitted his outfit for nightfall. He reloaded his dart gun and tightened his bow and grabbed some more homemade explosives. He wished that he had time to set some charges in the street to create some real chaos, but he assured himself that there would be plenty of chaos to go around the minute he got the first kill.

    Exiting out of his house through the backdoor, he hopped a couple fences until he was a decent distance down the street and sat atop the roof of a house, and waited. Darkness had engulfed the street and the streetlights began to stir, washing a yellowish haze over the black sea of asphalt. He waited tirelessly, watching over the darkened houses like some kind of superhero.

    It seemed like hours before he finally heard it.

    Several hushed whispers, collective footsteps.

    A pattering of sneakers on cement.

    There they were; Edd watched them from the shadows as they nervously, huddled in a large group, marched stupidly down the street. They wore armor that had obviously been scrapped from Nazz's house; pots and pans for helmets, baseball pads for body armor, oven mittens for gloves. Pathetic.

    However in all its bleakness, it made Edd smile. They were making an effort to resist, even if they were trying to slip by unnoticed.

    He fitted his arrow and watched the group move.

    Eddy was in the front, sweat cascading down his brow, whispering furiously to Ed, who insisted on stopping every 5 seconds to stare at the june bugs that had come out under the lights. Then there was Rolf and Nazz, who stood side by side and obviously looked the most coordinated out of the meager group. Edd couldn't decide who he should strike down first; the group would scatter the moment the first one fell.

    Edd could hardly keep the arrow still as the kids pattered down the street, who knows where they were going.

    Nervous anticipation.

    His fingers slid and he let the arrow fly.
    It soared right into Ed's neck, darting all the way through the boy's neck and dropping him instantly, Ed's eyes growing the comic size of saucers before he dropped to the ground. Nazz shrieked and the group began to scatter, scanning the rooftops for the source of the arrow, but Edd was already gone.

    "Oh my god! Ed! ED!" Nazz sobbed, trying desperately to pull Ed's limp body along. Eddy, in all his cowardice, backed away, watching the horror from a distance. Rolf held his work rake high in the air, howling something in his long forgotten foreign language.

    "Eddy, goddamnit, help me!" Nazz cried, pulling Ed by the arms slowly to the sidewalk.

    "NO WAY!" Eddy yelped, scrambling out of the streetlight. "Double Dee's here! He's HERE!"

    "To the clubhouse!" Rolf commanded, grabbing Nazz by the arm and pulling her along.

    Edd ran alongside them from behind the homes. His heart pounded as he hopped fences and skipped over forgotten toys in the yard. It was now, with adrenaline pumping through his veins, that he coped with the fact that he killed one of this best friends. There were few things in life that he truly desired, and one of those things was a jawbreaker. The process to obtaining one of these delicious candies went like this; Eddy came up with the idea, Edd would design it and direct Ed, who would do all the heavy lifting/muscle work. The way Edd operated was that he had a plan, and it was this plan that he stuck to. Ed, in the meantime, would do everything in his power to disrupt that plan. Whether it be a comic misadventure playing with his imaginary friends, daydreaming about horror movies, or just plain getting in the way, it was all these things built up that prevented Edd from obtaining those delicious balls of candy. In a way, it was a good thing that Ed died; now, at least, Edd would be a lot more productive. He felt no shame, or remorse; time for that may be later, if at all. The task at hand was now taking out Eddy, Nazz and Rolf. He was very pleased at his bow accuracy with Ed, hopefully he would be able to emit such effiency with the rest of the kids.

    The clubhouse appeared on the horizon and Eddy was first in line, his tongue flailing wildly out of his mouth; their plan had gone horribly. They had hoped to escape to the clubhouse undetected, but this was obviously not the case. Edd sprang out of the shadows and from his shadow figure a wet ball was thrown. It glistened in the moonlight as it soared toward Eddy and landed on his shirt.

    "WHAT THE-?" Eddy yelped, pulling at the white, slimy ball that was stuck to his shirt. As he turned to look for Edd, the ball exploded, severing Eddy's spinal cord from his rib cage. Eddy's jaw erupted with the consistency of shattered glass; bits of bone fragments rained over Nazz and Rolf, who stared on in a stunned horror as Eddy's lifeless body crumbled to the ground, his eyeballs loose in their sockets, exposed muscle tissue glistening in the moonlight. The explosion had severed many major arteries and had burned them to the core, so blood only emitted in short, small bursts. Nazz was screaming and sobbing, so much so that Rolf could do nothing to move her, and decided it was time to stand his ground. He readied his rake as he surveyed the surroundings for Edd.

    It was dark but Rolf's eyes had been trained in the wilderness and he saw quite well. So well, in fact, that he saw Edd approaching in a low crouch from a short distance away and hurled his rake with terrifying accuracy.

    Edd saw this at the last second, and did an evasive roll just in time to dodge the rake, with only a bit of its blade ripping across the skin of his arm. It was nothing to worry about it.

    Coming out of his roll, Edd scooped up his dart gun and fired three rounds into Rolf's right leg. The blue haired menace yelped out, but did not faulter. Nazz, despite all this, was a sobbing mess, watching the fight but was unable to move with her legs retaining the consistencies of jello.

    Edd pumped two more rounds into Rolf's left leg, and watched the boy began to succumb to the effects of the poison. Rolf fell to his knees, watching Edd approach with a long, sharpened stick ready.

    "You smarmy sonofagun! You no good lousy-"

    Rolf was cut off by the modified bat jammed into his mouth and out through the back of his head.

    "Rolf," Edd replied with a long sigh. "I've had enough of your "foreign" anecdotes for the rest of my life. As it is, I'm pretty sure that you're not actually FROM anywhere but here...suburbia. You're only lying to yourself."

    By now he was talking only to a corpse and a sobbing girl, who watched Edd with terrified eyes.

    "Double Dee..." Nazz said through a cascade of tears. "Why are you doing this...?"

    Edd simply smiled at her, admiring her body and reminiscing over all the times he had yearned for her. Now the object of his former desire sat in a pathetic heap on the ground, clad in strange armor and sobbing her eyes out.

    "Because, my dear," Edd answered, subtly sliding another "sticky" ball explosive down the front of her shirt. It most likely was sticking to one of her breasts, which, for some reason, turned him on slightly. "You all annoy me."

    In a stunned silence, Nazz watched him leave, trying to figure out why he had left her unscatched except for this strange sticky ball that had been placed down her shirt.

    Once Edd was a safe distance away, he pressed the button on the control and there was a small explosion.

    And then,

    Silence.

    Edd stood in the middle of the street and listened to the melody of the crickets and owls. It hadn't been long since Edd realized that they had been living in a fantasy world; a world that was limited only to this neighborhood, a junkyard, a small patch of woods and a trailer park. Aside from all the other reasons Edd wanted to end the lives of his so-called "friends", he really felt as if he were doing them all a favor. If Hell existed, it would be in the form of a cartoon, where characters had logical, intelligent thought and were forced to live within small boundaries for the rest of eternity.

    Not this Edd.

    He slipped into his darkened home and turned on the lights, peeling off his armor as he went along.

    No, this Edd was going to be different.

    Today was a good day.

    Today was the day that things had changed.

    He had eliminated (most) of those that held him back or irritated him, and he had gotten some good target/combat practice while he was at it.

    It was a long day, but there was still work to be done. Jimmy and Kevin were waiting for him in the basement. Edd fitted on his apron and picked out his kitchen utensils carefully. After choosing a long steak knife and another sturdy knife with serrated edges, he opened the basement door to the dismay of the terrified kids inside.

    Edd had worked up quite an appetite slaying the population Cul De Sac.

    At least with all the bodies, he would have plenty to eat for a while.

    He sharpened the knives, sliding them together as he walked down the steps,

    eyeing Kevin carefully.

    It had been a very long day.

    Kevin watched him, bound and gagged, fear overwhelming his eyes.

    Jimmy lay in a crumpled mass at the foot of the stairs, both his legs broken.

    He struggled to pull himself away from Edd, sobbing uncontrollably.

    Edd smiled as he approached Kevin, trying to decide where to make the first cut.

    Today was the day things were going to change, indeed.
    Part 2, with the Point of View switching between Johnny and Edd.

    Beyond the junkyard lay the edge of the universe.

    However trivial it sounded, he knew it was real, because he had bared witness to it.


    The edge of the universe was an engulfing black emptiness that seemed to pull at your vision and draw you in until you were just on the brink of madness.


    And the brink of madness, was something that he knew well. The engulfing darkness had seemed to swallow him up, wrapping around his body like a blanket, levitating his limbs and tucking his head in its emptiness. His limbs shook and his body grew cold. It coaxed him and explained that this is the way things were; there was no alternative. It had to be done.


    He was so very tired, his body at first refused this new order, but slowly succumbed to its over bearing power. He was almost gone until the last of his vision gave him a figure, appearing on the horizon.


    There he was. Oh, god, it was HIM...


    His savior appeared on the horizon and fought the darkness, pulling him out of the abyss. It was he who took him back from the edge of the darkness, and nursed him in his eternal warmth. It was he that brought him back to reality and cradled him and guided him back to the universe. It was he that comforted him the day the Cul De Sac, and the universe, went silent.


    And silence, there was.


    For many days, and many nights.


    There were no children, not anymore.


    There were only shadows that danced and sang and flooded the empty hallways of the empty homes.


    A barren wasteland was all that remained of the Cul De Sac, less than a shadow of its former self.


    Something else was wrong, and he knew it.


    But Plank had comforted him and told him that this is all that they needed.


    This is all they ever needed, the two of them.


    Johnny accepted this, but at times grew weary of Plank's company, despite the things Plank had done for him. He made a new friend...someone that he knew before, someone that could do things that Plank could not do. Someone like Nazz, whom had watched him from afar, with her bright, blue eyes. Nazz possessed a beauty beyond words; she was simply captivating. And it was to his blessing that she sat just across the table from him, sipping her tea and smiling at him with those gleaming white teeth.


    "Do you like your tea?" Johnny mused, smiling as he took a sip from his own cup. He had never brewed tea before, as he had never had the opportunity to entertain a woman. But today...things were going to be different. Today, things would change for Johnny.


    "It looks delicious," Nazz replied with a smile. She followed Johnny's movements with those stunning eyes as his arm elevated, up and down, in the drinking motion. Johnny returned her gaze and cleared his throat. Something about her posture made him uncomfortable.


    "What's the matter?" he asked, leaning forward on the table. This was the part that he let her dispense her woes, her dreams, her wonders, unto him. It was now that she would come to him for comfort, and he would give to her all the love that he could possibly give. She would find sanctuary in this; Kevin no longer played a factor, and neither did Rolf or any of the other boys. It was only him and Nazz.


    "I..." she said softly, her beautiful eyes lowering from him to the tea cup. "I...I don't have any arms to pick up the cup."


    Johnny realized now that he had been very rude.


    Something had happened to Nazz's body, as it had become crippled; what appeared to be an explosion from just below her left breast had ripped her body to pieces. The destruction of this had ripped apart her rib cage and most of her chest, leaving fragments of bone and muscle tissue in the wake of her upper body. Her face, her beautiful face...had been reduced to a shadow of its former self. The explosion had ripped apart the lower half of her mouth, ripping it into shards and patches of skin, giving her a jagged, pumpkin-face grin. The muscle tissue had cauterized in the explosion leaving the remaining skin a deep, blood red. Amazingly, her cheeks were still rosy and her eyes were still as alive and bright as the day he had first seen her. To assist her prior, he had allowed propped her up on stacked books, holding her in place in front of the tea cups.


    What was left of her arms were stumps that ended at the elbows, with fragments of bone puncturing out from the skin. Johnny had been very rude not to assist her in tasting his delicious tea; he proceeded to correct this fault.


    Nazz sipped it lightly and smiled when he removed the cup from her lips.


    "It's wonderful," she replied, looking up at him with those beautiful eyes. Johnny found himself captivated by those eyes once again, and the urge to kiss her crossed his mind. But he had to stop himself...he would continue to be rude had he attempted this, and besides-the darkness wouldn't stop for a kiss. Plank wouldn't wait for a kiss. During his time of being a proper host, Johnny had almost forgotten Plank, whom he could feel was very upset with him at the moment.


    Johnny excused himself from the room and entered the long hallway, making careful note to creep along the hardwood floor, in case his friend was napping. At the end of the hall he opened the door quietly, watching light from the hallway spill into the room. The light washed over his friend, whom stared at him in disgust from the opposite end of the room.


    "How dare you," Plank rasped, his voice as dry and hoarse as the day they had first met. "Who's in our house?"


    "Nobody," Johnny flustered, leaning against the doorframe. He wasn't going to win this argument.


    "Liar." Plank hissed, his stare colder than the dead of winter. His steely red eyes locked onto Johnny's face with a deafening eye contact. "It's that bitch...that blonde haired bitch from down the street, isn't it?"


    Johnny hesitated.


    "ISN'T IT!" Plank demanded, his voice shattering the silence of the house.


    "I like her!" Johnny wailed. "I really like her, and you know, it's not-"


    "Aren't you a Casanova," Plank mused, his every word cutting Johnny like razors. "Bringing that BITCH back to our home...the goddamn place where I RAISED you. And you...you leave me in the FUCKING DARK about it. YOU KNOW how I hate the darkness...I know how you hate the darkness...I should have let it eat you alive, you horrible piece of-"


    "SHUT UP!" Johnny cried, tears streaming down his face. "SHUT UP! I like Nazz and there's

    nothing you can do about it! Not you, not the darkness, not even..." by now Johnny had slumped to the floor, a pathetic sobbing mess. Tears cascaded down his cheeks and dripped onto his white shirt. His toes curled inside of their sandals. His outfit suggested a laid back lifestyle, but his life was anything but relaxed. His life was a constant torment, especially now. When the Cul De Sac first went silent Johnny thought this was a welcome invitation to enjoy Plank's company without the jeering of the children. He had gotten his wish, but now Plank was the one making his life miserable. Johnny hated conversation; he despised it in the most horrid way possible. It was only Plank with whom Johnny could converse with on a degree of normality.


    And now Plank was angry with him. This wasn't the first time this had happened. Johnny had lost count in the times Plank had lost his temper. But what always struck him was that Plank was right. Even now Plank was right. Plank had told him that the two of them shouldn't waste their time on trivial things; girls being the top of the list. What mattered to them now was survival. Survival in the empty Cul De Sac meant biding your time and looking for opportunity.


    The darkness had reached the junkyard, and its cancer was slowly leaking in to surround the Cul De Sac. He could feel it in the back of his mind; a steady pulsing in his brain. It was that feeling of impending doom: a dark feeling of bleak hopeless from which he could not escape. Johnny knew it would soon engulf the Cul De Sac, though he didn't know how long he had. It was up to him and Plank to make sure that they were not around when this happened.


    "Calm yourself, now," Plank coaxed, his voice now soothing and warm. Johnny knew Plank never liked to see him so upset. "Calm yourself. Double Dee...that's the name you were about to say, isn't it? Eddward?"


    "Yes," Johnny responded. "Double Dee. It's him...he's the reason for all of this."


    "Then you know what we have to do," Plank said. "It's..necessary for us."


    Johnny nodded, wiping his tears. "I know," he whispered. "What shall you have me do?"




    "My name is Eddward.


    There was a time in which I was referred to as Double Dee.


    I have no particular preference, you may address me as the opportunity arises.


    That being said, I believe there comes a time in every man's life when he has to set his priorities, and adjust himself to fit this new lifestyle. For many a men, this may be something along the lines of winning an award, winning a contest...in my case, it was eliminating all of those whom had annoyed me and abused me over the past several years of my life. The following is a written confession to whomever may find this.


    At 12 noon on a hot summer day in The Cul De Sac, I, Eddward [Double Dee] assumed the grisly murders of Kevin, Sarah, Jimmy, Nazz, Ed, Eddy, and Rolf. I did this out of free will; this was a goal that I had set for myself within a certain time period and it was something that I did as a kind of tribute to myself. I proved to myself that I...


    ...


    Pardon me, I have blood on my shirt."


    It never failed.


    Eddward kept an attitude that was nothing short of professional. Even in the event where there was nobody around to inspect his attitude, he kept even his writing appropriate. He figured if anyone were around to read this, they would at least be able to assume that he wasn't some mindless killer. The thought alone haunted him at night. No, no...this was something that was the upmost importance. He had no idea who was going to read this; as far as he knew there were only a few people left on this miserable slab of land, and as far as they were concerned, they probably weren't likely to judge him based on his writing.


    Eddward stared down at the splotch of blood on his shirt, perfectly aligned right in the middle of his chest. For a moment in his silence he didn't believe it was there; for a moment he assumed that he was simply losing his mind, and that all the preparation he had undertook to prevent this sort of thing from happening again was stressing out his mind. But no, the blood remained on his shirt and he continued to sit there foolishly, staring at it.


    No matter. He knew whose fault it was and they would pay. Quickly and silently he removed his shirt and replaced it with a fresh one. After folding the soiled fabric over his shoulder he entered the basement, taking careful note to close the door behind himself quietly. Marie was still asleep upstairs.


    Over the past few days the basement had become Eddward's workshop. Lining the walls were tables filled with vats of chemicals, stacks of files and notes and dirty chalkboards. The basement was a mess, but it was all this that illustrated his progress. Throughout the last few days, Eddward had been spending much time studying the human body and the effects of prolonged stress on it. While the basement was a laboratory, it was also reserved as a room of war and an interrogation centre. Since Marie had "moved in", all his weapons and equipment had been moved down here to house Marie's eclectic 'taste' upstairs. (Mostly sleeveless t-shirts and other trailer-equipment). While half of the basement was a professional working environment, the other half, the area behind the staircase, looked nothing short of a slaughterhouse.


    There was a steady decline in the floor, Eddward attributed to this as a fault in the construction plans of the house. However, in light of this predicament, it had served well to funnel the blood to the drain located at the lowest point, in the center of the floor. It was here that he housed Kevin and Jimmy, or at least, what was left of them. Over the past few days Kevin had been subject to many of Eddward's experiments, and he had proven to be a worthwhile study. Kevin's athletic body, no stranger to stress, had shown significant progress in his experiments, and now as he looked down on Kevin's withering frame, he smiled forcibly.


    His smile was forced, because there was a blotch of dark red on his favorite shirt. This stain was not going to come out. At least not now, after he had gone so long from noticing it. He looked down at Kevin, strapped to a long table, with an IV cord feeding nourishing liquid into his body. From all prospects Kevin looked like the victim of gang violence; his clothes had been removed except for his boxer shorts, now stained a variety of colors from leaked bodily fluids. His right leg had almost been completely removed, with bandages wrapping around the cauterized stump just under his hip. His left leg had been slit open, glistening wet muscle tissue revealed under the heat lamp Edd placed over the boy's body. Kevin's body had become Eddward's masterpiece of numerous lacerations and burns and other instruments of torture, and it was the finishing touches on his legs that completed the piece.


    This was no longer torture, no. Eddward had taken out all his aggression days ago.
    Now this was a matter of blending science and art.


    "Wake up," Eddward said softly, shaking Kevin's shoulder. The boy's head lolled around lightly, his face drained of color. "Wake up." Eddward repeated, a little more firmness in his voice. It took another minute of shaking before Kevin came to, his sunken eyes retaining a dull glow that they once had. He didn't speak, he simply stared at Eddward and blinked.


    "Do you see this?" Eddward asked, unfolding the t-shirt to reveal the splotch of blood. Kevin's eyes fluttered momentarily, and Eddward took this as his response.


    "I go through so much work to prevent this from happening," he sighed, moving his hands up and down Kevin's body. His fingers danced along Kevin's pale skin, observing without seeing as you would a statue. "Yet you continue to disappoint me."


    Kevin blinked again, his lips dry and pasty. His tongue danced softly behind his lips. Eddward knew that his mind was active, although it may be cloudy and illogical after all the stress his body had endured. He was, however, still alive (to some degree) and Eddward was intent on making him understand the error of his ways.


    "Your blood," he continued. "Spurt this onto me...I can attribute this to the high volume of sports drink you may have consumed..all that built up sugar in your system, or at least, lack there of..this is just a theory, but regardless...your blood spurted on me, even though I was wearing plenty of protective, surgical gear to prevent this from happening. Now, this sort of thing can NOT...WILL not, stand." His eyes moved down to Kevin's left leg, the open laceration most likely infected.


    "There's some tissue in here," Eddward stated softly, running his fingers along the open cut. "That I can cut, that will not allow you to use this leg again."


    Kevin's eyes widened slightly but otherwise there was no response.


    "Now I'm a decent man," Eddward continued. "In fact, I'm a professional. I'm willing to let this all go if you will simply apologize."


    His words hung in the air as he returned his gaze to Kevin. He had stated his case and now it was up to Kevin to decide. The boy returned his gaze with a vacant stare. The silence in the room was deafening. Eddward had grabbed his scalpel and was proceeding to touch it down to the muscle tissue when Kevin coughed.


    "K...k...kill...me..." he wheezed quietly, his head bobbing back and forth like a drunk. "...kill...me..."


    Eddward grinned and lifted the scalpel from the skin.


    "Sorry, dear subject, but I can't do that. It wouldn't be in the best interest of science. You DO want to help further the scientific community, don't you?"


    "Leave him alone!" a small voice whined from the corner.


    Eddward turned his attention to Jimmy who sat, locked in a dog cage in the corner. He had almost forgotten about the boy.


    "Jimmy," Eddward said in an impatient tone. "Me and Kevin are speaking, it's impolite to interject."


    "Leave him alone," Jimmy repeated, shifting his weight uncomfortably in the cage. His legs were still broken and Eddward had not given him and sedatives to relieve the pain, only some bandages. The bleeding had stopped, but there was still a sickening crunch every time Jimmy shifted his weight to reduce the pain of his new sitting position.


    "Please," Jimmy squeaked, his face pressed against the bars of the dog cage. "You've got what you wanted...just...please...let us go...we need to go.."


    Eddward smiled and approached the trembling, feeble Jimmy. He knelt down and waved the scalpel in front of Jimmy's face.


    "Now why would I do that?" Eddward asked. "In the aftermath of war, the victor may dispense of his enemies as he pleases."


    "I'm not afraid of you anymore," Jimmy hissed, his face flinching slightly. "Because I've seen something more horrible than you."


    "Oh, and what is that?" Eddward mused, intrigued by Jimmy's fluctuation into confidence.


    "It's coming right here," Jimmy continued, the look in his eyes as dark as the depths of the ocean. "and I've seen it. It's a horrible, scary darkness that's eating everything. It's eaten most of the junkyard, and the woods, and it's surrounding us. It can't be stopped."


    Eddward laughed, for the first time in years and felt the burn in his stomach from doing so. His stomach muscles were not used to such a motion, at least not anymore.


    "A 'darkness'?" he asked. "And where exactly did you see this? you haven't exactly been 'out and about', have you, Jimmy?"


    "In my dreams," Jimmy replied, looking away. He knew this sounded insane, and in turn could not maintain eye contact because of it. His gaze turned to the floor. "In my dreams I see it. It's everywhere. There's arms in the darkness and they reach out and grab for me, there's splotches of black that stretch the rest of it across the land. It's eating everything." He looked up at Eddward with genuine fear in his eyes. "If Kevin wants you to kill him, please do it. While you're at it," he flustered for a moment, seeming almost embarrassed. "You oughta kill me too."


    Eddward bit his lower lip and looked back at Kevin, whom had fallen unconscious again. He returned the scalpel to his bench without saying a word and went upstairs, making note to turn out the light as he exited the basement.


    "It's about time you got back," Marie purred, her slim form outlined with bedsheets. "I've been waiting for you all morning."


    Edd flinched slightly. Of all his studies, dirty talk was not one of his subjects.


    Instead he crossed the room, much to Marie's dismay, and began pulling on his armor.


    "Where are you going?" She pouted, holding the bedsheet up to her nude chest.


    "Out," Was his response. "I need to check something out at the junkyard."


    "The junkyard? what the hell...?"


    Edd shot her a quick smile and leaned in to give her a kiss.


    "I won't be gone long, I promise,"


    As he exited the room, he turned and said, "and then I'm gonna play with your kitty all afternoon."




    The silence that the darkness brought was deafening.


    It rolled over the hills and the grass and the rocks. It consumed the wastes within the Junkyard and with darkened arms was reaching out to the borders beyond the junkyard, inches at a time. The darkness gurgled and bubbled, small bubbles of black ink popping and bubbling inside the ooze. It colored the sky gray before turning it to black and as you would watch, everything turned to nothing.


    Thick splotches of black pattered the ground before Johnny's feet and he was afraid. He hesitated, taking a step back when Plank growled.


    "We wait. We do not move," he hissed. Johnny swallowed hard and obeyed. He wasn't sure what Plank's initial plan was; he instructed Johnny to wait at the junkyard, just on the edge of the darkness. It was almost impossible to stand still. In the quiet wake of the afternoon sun, Johnny could almost hear the darkness trying to make a sound. As he looked deeper into the splotches of ink, he thought he could see eyes-dozens of them, staring back at-


    "There!"


    Johnny looked and saw Eddward coming over a crest of garbage to his far right.


    "What do we do now?" Johnny asked, ducking behind a pile of garbage.


    "Now," Plank said, the penciled grin on his face stretching. "We go to Eddward's home."


    "Jesus."




    Eddward lowered his binoculars and sat back on his haunches. Jimmy, in all his panicked anecdotes, was right. There was a cloud of dark matter that was consuming the junkyard...and it was moving. Eddward bit his lower lip and thought for a minute. In his mind he reviewed over all the quantum theories he had read of and all aspects of physics that he knew of. Nothing quite matched to what this was.


    Was it a blackhole?


    Was it a portal?


    Was it...ink?


    He decided to go in for a closer look, despite his better judgement, and readied his backpack. Sliding down the mountain of garbage, he carefully made his way over to the edge of the pulsating blackness. On closer inspection, he noted that it had the appearance of ink, with the consistency of jello. Pulling a test vial from his backpack, he scooped some of the black liquid into it and proceeded to jot down a couple notes into his notebook. With as active as it was with the bubbling and pulsating, the liquid made no noise as it seemed to eat away at the ground and apparently the rest of its surroundings.


    Eddward didn't know if he should be concerned or overjoyed at the fact that he may have stumbled across such an unusual substance. What Jimmy had said was right...it was moving, and it did appear to be eating everything underneath and around it. He looked on either side of himself and saw that the liquid stretched on for miles, seeming to encompass the Cul De Sac and its surrounding areas. What really struck him was WHY.


    Why was it here?


    Why was it doing this?


    Who or what created this, and WHY?


    Taking a few steps back, Eddward reached into his backpack for more tools. It was time to figure out how fast this was closing in on the Cul De Sac.




    Eddward's house was as quiet as the rest of the homes inside of the Cul De Sac. The only difference was that it was colder. Not just the temperature, but the atmosphere gave off an eerie tingling sensation that sent a chill down Johnny's spine. Plank had instructed Johnny to use his time wisely; while Eddward may be intrigued by The Darkness, there was no guarantee he that he wouldn't come back soon. Johnny wasn't quite sure what he was looking for as he opened drawers and searched countertops. This is why Plank was "the brains" of the operation.


    Plank told Johnny to find anything of use that would reveal a weakness of Eddward. While he hadn't been specific, Johnny assumed physical tools such as a sharpened broom stick or a gun would be of service to him. He set Plank on the couch in the living room and searched the kitchen for anything that might aide him in this quest to punish Eddward.


    Opening drawers and digging through kitchen utensils didn't prove to be of any worth, the only thing he found was a kitchen knife with a long blade. Johnny held the blade in his hands, testing its weight, and stabbing at imaginary enemies around him. He had never stabbed anyone before, let alone even watched violent movies. He had always lived a relatively sheltered life, under the assumption that he would never need to know such skills. In the back of his mind he prayed the Eddward would feel remorse for his sins and kill himself, rather than Johnny have to do it for him.


    He was about to search the basement when he heard a noise from upstairs. His heart raced as panic overtook him for a moment, but Plank was on watch at the front door and hadn't said anything. There was someone else in the house with them. Slowly he crept up the stairs, the knife held ready in his nervous hands. The staircase curved slightly and Johnny peeked over the rounded edge to the dim hallway. The noise appeared to be coming from Eddward's room. His heart pounding inside his chest, Johnny stepped up the last stair and made his way to the Eddward's door frame, holding himself tight against the wall. He wasn't exactly sure what he was going to do, but if he didn't do anything he knew Plank would be displeased. It was the moment of truth.


    He peeked around the corner and his eyes fell upon Marie, who lay strewn in the bedsheets, sound asleep. She had an uncanny, rythmic snore that had scared him so badly. Biting his lower lip, he approached her. Still a little unsure of himself, he noticed he was sweating profusely upon discovering that she was naked beneath the bedsheet. A light breeze made the curtains billow and in turn chilled Marie, whom in her sleeping form, rolled over and revealed her rounded, white ass. Johnny felt as if he were about to pass out from how hard his heart was beating. He felt a tingling in his body that was foreign to him, and as he came closer to Marie, the tingling grew stronger. Almost so much that it began to overwhelm him.


    He had to touch her.


    ...but what if she woke?


    What then?


    He couldn't possibly...kill her, could he?


    "I know what you're thinking."


    Plank lay propped against the wall next to the entryway. Johnny cast a quick look back in his direction, beads of sweat running down his face.


    "I wasn't...I mean...I wasn't going to.."


    Plank's voice was hoarse and dry, the monotone behind it rising up over the noise of Marie's snores. Johnny was frightened that he may wake her.


    "She is Eddward's weakness. Desecrate your enemy's greatest treasure, and they will not have the means nor the motivation to battle."


    Johnny swallowed hard and looked upon Marie's nude frame, the small of her back covered by a thin bedsheet. Her beautiful blue hair lifted slightly in the breeze. Johnny had never seen her so close before, her beauty rivaled that of Nazz.


    "Do it, faggot," Plank rasped. "You know what to do."


    Johnny gave Plank one last, helpless look, and turned his attention to Marie. She was still sound asleep, despite Johnny's pounding heart which he felt must be making echoes outside of his body. Slowly he unbuckled his pants and stripped down to his underwear, making careful note to kick the sandals off. His toes felt strange on the carpet; he rarely took the sandals off. Slowly he climbed onto the bedframe, trying desperately to manage his weight so as not to wake her. Once he was hovering right above her, he pulled off his shirt and wrapped it around her face. He couldn't bear to look at her while he did this.


    "Mmmmphh...? Double Dee?" Marie murmured beneath the white fabric of his shirt. Johnny only responded to the method in which his natural male instincts told him to; slowly and lovingly he began to kiss her neck, relishing the taste of her pale skin.


    "Oooo, Double Dee...this is kinky..." Marie giggled, only the small of her lower chin uncovered by the shirt. Johnny lifted the shirt slightly to reveal her upper lip and kissed her deeply, his tongue lolling inside her mouth, rolling over hers. He felt clumsy as he ran his hands over Marie's body, all the while trying to keep his balance above her. She made a movement that beckoned for her to roll on top of him, but he wouldn't allow it. As long as she thought he was Eddward, he would be able to do this pain-free. He kissed the small of her chin and moved down to her jugular, licking her adam's apple and moving to the side of her neck. He didn't know much about kissing, nor making love for that matter, he only assumed what he was doing was satisfactory, in accordance with Marie's moans.


    Marie's body moved in synch with his kisses, rocking back and forth against the mattress, her stomach rising to match the curve of his, and then lowering again. It formed a smooth pattern in which they rose up and down, Johnny with his free hand, grabbing and squeezing her petite ass. Marie moaned in ecstacy as Johnny became a little more adventurous and slipped off his boxers, feeling the tingling in his body conform to a solid mass that throbbed before him.


    "Double Dee...please..." Marie moaned, her inner thigh rubbing against Johnny's erection. Johnny looked around, almost helpless, as he tried to buy himself time by kissing and licking her erect nipples. He wasn't sure what to do now...nobody had ever quite instructed him how to..


    Then it all happened at once; Marie moved her body toward him and slid into him, her mouth opening and holding in such a way that Johnny had never seen before. She shrieked in ecstacy and hugged him tightly, using her legs to bob up and down on his erect penis. Johnny felt a tidal wave of pleasure wash over him as he felt the warmth of Marie's body onto his, the overbearing sensation enveloping him in a moment of passion. Marie's shrieks became louder and matched that of Johnny's cries of joy as their two bodies began to peak, the unfamiliar feeling rising inside of Johnny's body, instinctively making him pull out of her, his throbbing penis spurting a strange white liquid onto her stomach, and Marie appearing to wet the bed in synch with him.


    Johnny fell back slightly, his whole body suddenly near exhaustion. Marie collapsed to her back, panting heavily. The two lay there for several minutes, each of them breathing as though they had run a marathon. Johnny rolled over and saw Plank, still leaned against the doorframe, saying nothing. The eerie grin on Plank's face had seemed to grow wider as they locked eyes; Johnny had to look away. It was one thing to make love, but for his best friend to watch? Even Johnny felt a little shame in that. Though he wasn't Eddward, and this was not his place to be touching Marie, he felt they should have at least a little privacy.


    His gaze turned to the knife, which had been sitting on a small nightstand at the foot of the bed. He eyed it carefully; analyzing the way the blade curved and gleamed in the light of the afternoon. He almost didn't hear Marie sit up.


    "I'm glad you made me wait, Double Dee," she smiled, removing the Johnny's blindfold. "It..."


    The two of them froze, eyes as wide as dinner plates locked on each other. That familiar feeling of panic rose in Johnny's chest as Marie's lip quivered. He couldn't tell if she was about to talk or scream. In one fluid motion Johnny swung the knife across Marie, slitting her at the throat. He didn't realize Marie's eyes could get wider as she realized what happened, blood spurting across Johnny's face and the bed. Marie's eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fell on her back against the mattress, blood oozing steadily out of the deep cut.




    Johnny dropped the knife and looked at his hands, already stained a dark red. His mind went blank for a moment and he sat on his knees, the blood from Marie beginning to soak his body. He tried to make words, but it only came out as yelping fragments of panic. He pulled himself away from Marie's stiff body just in time to notice Eddward standing in the doorway, his mouth hanging open in shock.


    "What..." Eddward's voice was a whisper, quickly elevating to a roar. "WHAT DID YOU DO?"


    He continued to stand in the doorway as Johnny scrambled off the bed and held the knife out in front of himself. He wet his lips nervously, watching Eddward from the doorway. His mind raced; he was nude, caked in blood and other bodily fluids, Marie was bleeding to death on the bed and now Eddward was here, standing in the doorway with his face strewn into a sort of twisted horror.


    "JOHNNY," Was all that Eddward rasped.


    "Kill him!" Plank roared. "Kill him now!"


    Johnny faultered for a moment. He felt guilty over the murder of Marie...that wasn't part of the plan. While Eddward was responsible for slaughtering the entire Cul De Sac...Marie had nothing to do with this.


    "SHUT UP!" Johnny screeched, shaking his head. "SHUT UP! I CAN'T DO THIS!"


    Eddward, despite his rage, looked down to the floor to see Plank propped against the wall.


    "You motherfucker..." He hissed, rearing his leg and bringing it down, using the leverage of the wall and the floor to snap Plank in half.


    "NOO!" Johnny yelped, raising the knife. His confused, blank expression had instantly turned to a twisted rage. "I'LL KILL YOU!"


    Eddward braced himself as Johnny sprinted toward him with the knife. Johnny took a wild swing, his weight and clumsly legs throwing him off slightly, allowing Eddward enough room to duck underneath the blade and come up behind Johnny, grabbing the knife hand and locking it behind his back.


    He slammed Johnny against the wall and pounded the boy's head into the wallframe several times. Johnny's vision clouded and Eddward let him go briefly, just enough time to grab the knife off the floor.


    "WHY DID YOU KILL MY GIRLFRIEND, YOU..you..." Eddward felt his rage deteriorating. All he could think about was Marie's lifeless form on the bed, how he would have to bury her, the love of his life, and how long it would take to get the blood stains out of those sheets. He collapsed on the floor next to Johnny in a stupor.


    "b...because..." Johnny whimpered, his head lolling dumbly back and forth. "because...you were the reason...the darkness..."


    Eddward rolled over and sat on top of Johnny's chest, pinning his arms with his knees. He held the knife close to Johnny's throat.


    "What about 'the darkness'?" Eddward hissed. "What the fuck does that have to do with anything?"


    Johnny's eyes rolled into the back of his head, his head suddenly jerking forward. His voice turned hoarse and dry...sinister, even.


    "You killed the children, you upset the balance," Johnny responded, his voice an uncomfortably dry monotone. "You upset the balance, and now the darkness takes over. The children were a self-sustaining substance in this world, and you got rid of it. There's no reason for this world to exist without the children, so it's being erased. GONE."


    "That doesn't make any sense," Eddward replied angrily, trying not to be offset by Johnny's change in character. "Why would a.. 'darkness' come if I killed some people?"


    "You don't have to understand it," Johnny rasped. "You only have to accept it. You destroyed the reason for this world's existence...you must face the consequences."


    With a cry of rage Eddward brought the knife down on Johnny's head, the knife sticking crudely in the back of his throat. Then Eddward fell back on his haunches and sobbed. He sobbed for what felt like hours, feeling shame and remorse for everything he had done. Maybe what Johnny had said was true; while Eddward was theorizing that the darkness was a random anamoly, what Johnny had stated about the darkness being a force to reset 'the balance' made more sense. Eddward remembered studying physics and balance in nature. For every action, there is a reaction. In turn, when one balance is upset, something occurs to offset it, which realigns the balance for better or worse. When Eddward had killed the Cul De Sac, he may have well signed the doomsday contract for his own little world.


    Eddward looked up and saw that the darkness was bleeding its way in through his window.




    "My name is Eddward, [Double Dee]. Normally I would have thought out and prepared a more formal introduction for myself, but time does not permit that. In the past few days I have lost my friends, and lover, to my own hand. It is a decision that I must live with, for better or worse, for the next several minutes, at least until I get up the gull to punish myself for my sins. I had hoped that this memoir may have been used as a future reference for someone other than myself, but as I can see now, that is not the case. If for some reason, someone may be reading this, by the time you reach this sentence, I will be dead. Hopefully my blood will make a fitting final signature on this page. Thank You.


    Sincerely,


    Eddward Double Dee."
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    "RARRR!" She screeched, her rage too engulfing for words. Edd crouched down and shot two darts into both her knees. The poison worked quickly, as her legs immediately gave out beneath her and she tumbled to the ground. Confused and hurt, she tried to push herself up. In a horrified scream Jimmy ran the opposite direction deeper into the house. Sarah's legs twitched as she struggled to move them, with no response from the muscles. She shrieked as
    Edd approached her and began to sob uncontrollably.
    I laughed at this. Is that a bad thing?

    Edd had worked up quite an appetite slaying the population Cul De Sac.
    Uhh....

    Eddward lowered his binoculars and sat back on his haunches. Jimmy, in all his panicked anecdotes, was right. There was a cloud of dark matter that was consuming the junkyard...and it was moving. Eddward bit his lower lip and thought for a minute. In his mind he reviewed over all the quantum theories he had read of and all aspects of physics that he knew of. Nothing quite matched to what this was.


    Was it a blackhole?


    Was it a portal?


    Was it...ink?
    Looks like the artist spilled his pallete VV

    "Double dee.." she whispered, when all was said and done. "I...that...that was...fan...tastic..."
    My childhood is ruined.


    His savior appeared on the horizon and fought the darkness, pulling him out of the abyss. It was he who took him back from the edge of the darkness, and nursed him in his eternal warmth. It was he that brought him back to reality and cradled him and guided him back to the universe. It was he that comforted him the day the Cul De Sac, and the universe, went silent.
    But Plank had comforted him and told him that this is all that they needed.
    Good lord plank is a demon.

    "You killed the children, you upset the balance," Johnny responded, his voice an uncomfortably dry monotone. "You upset the balance, and now the darkness takes over. The children were a self-sustaining substance in this world, and you got rid of it. There's no reason for this world to exist without the children, so it's being erased. GONE."


    "That doesn't make any sense," Eddward replied angrily, trying not to be offset by Johnny's change in character. "Why would a.. 'darkness' come if I killed some people?"


    "You don't have to understand it," Johnny rasped. "You only have to accept it. You destroyed the reason for this world's existence...you must face the consequences."
    Scratch that he's God.

    "WHAT THE-?" Eddy yelped, pulling at the white, slimy ball that was stuck to his shirt. As he turned to look for Edd, the ball exploded, severing Eddy's spinal cord from his rib cage. Eddy's jaw erupted with the consistency of shattered glass; bits of bone fragments rained over Nazz and Rolf, who stared on in a stunned horror as Eddy's lifeless body crumbled to the ground, his eyeballs loose in their sockets, exposed muscle tissue glistening in the moonlight. The explosion had severed many major arteries and had burned them to the core, so blood only emitted in short, small bursts. Nazz was screaming and sobbing, so much so that Rolf could do nothing to move her, and decided it was time to stand his ground. He readied his rake as he surveyed the surroundings for Edd.
    Picturing this made me question my sanity.



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  24. Post #1424
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    Edd ed n eddy fanfic
    Why would write something so childhood destroying?

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    Why would write something so childhood destroying?

    I'm glad I saved the first pic, that one's not as good.
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    I wanna see more vidya gaem related stuff. That stuff's usually cool.
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  27. Post #1427
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    February 2009
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    I'm glad I saved the first pic, that one's not as good.
    First one is a massive page stretcher and doesn't have the same effect thumb'd.

    Also, more zelda creepypasta.
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  28. Post #1428
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    July 2009
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    Eddward, an Ed, Edd, 'n Eddy fanfic
    Part 2, with the Point of View switching between Johnny and Edd.


    :byodood:
    I read it all. I studied each and every detail in vivid detail. From the sickening crack of bone being disintegrated by way of explosives, the stench of household cleaning fluids being expelled from a human. I have gazed into the yawning chasm of what little of a childhood I had left being destroyed by this creation. To say that I was unnerved is to say that I am lying. I do not understand why I am not unnerved at this creation, I would rather not think about it.






    Blech. Look what you made me do! You made me vomit prose all over my post.
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  29. Post #1429
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    Guys, it isn't childhood destroying. It's a fanfiction written by a random person. Get over the fact that it's there and realize that the show is nothing like that.
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  30. Post #1430
    Warhol's Avatar
    July 2009
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    Guys, it isn't childhood destroying. It's a fanfiction written by a random person. Get over the fact that it's there and realize that the show is nothing like that.
    can't... watch... show normally.
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  31. Post #1431
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    can't... watch... show normally.
    I can. I can watch it perfectly fine.
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  32. Post #1432
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    June 2010
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    That Ed Edd and Eddy thing was fucking stupid.
    They're kids. They're like 12 or so.

    Fucking phone lines that don't go past the neighborhood? Modified football equipment and waterguns?

    Edd being able to lift a nightstick?



    This is all fucking retarded, unrealistic, and totally against every character's motivations/personalities.

    Way to go out of your way to write something that was so craptastic and ridiculous that the only way to end it was literally erasing it.

    Dumb box.
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  33. Post #1433
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    It wasn't that bad. I laughed at it a bit until the... uhh.... questionable scene with Marie and Edd.
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  34. Post #1434
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    http://www.bogleech.com/scrapbook/biomain.html Read up, kiddos! Oh, and check out the 'Comics' section. Pretty good shit there.
    Reminds me of that Greek legend where this guy ended up tied to the side of a mountain where birds will eat out his liver every day. He'd grow his liver back and be perfectly healthy over night, so he had to spend an eternity getting his liver eaten by birds.
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    Eddward, an Ed, Edd, 'n Eddy fanfic
    I actually enjoyed reading that as fucked up as it was. It was...interesting actually.
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    Reminds me of that Greek legend where this guy ended up tied to the side of a mountain where birds will eat out his liver every day. He'd grow his liver back and be perfectly healthy over night, so he had to spend an eternity getting his liver eaten by birds.
    Loki the Trickster. Norse legend.
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    Loki the Trickster. Norse legend.
    The two myths are similar. Greek one is Prometheus being punished for giving humans fire.
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    Loki the Trickster. Norse legend.
    No, Loki was tied to a cliff and had a snake constantly spit venom into his eyes. He was eventually freed during Ragnarok.


    Prometheus was the Greek God chained to the cliff and had his liver eaten. He was eventually freed by either Hercules or Zeus.
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    I laughed when Plank said "Do it, faggot."
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