;-; 1.

Night-Sisters not responding. :\ Oh well, -16,304

>8) Pass 1.

It's not Jeff in the story lol, but I must thank you for the inspiration!

Pass 3.

Tanki has a very lively community and amazing moderators. Tanki is not even close to death.

Yes sir, your highness! (I still remember that lol) -14,296

You what.

You had better be a moderator first, and who do you ask to be a mod? :P 3.

uw0tm8. Steal.

Steal.

Banned for misspelling "quoting".

Pass 2.

Pass 2

Thanks for giving me a little inspiration for my next story. Creepypastas look fun to write!

Pass 2

Banned for having both "star" and "berry" in your name.

Section Organiser's note: the following story is quite spooky, so be careful about choosing to read it if you're a younger forumer. You have been warned! "Midnight. Some say it is 12 am, some say 12 pm. To be honest, I really couldn't care less, it's just a time. A wondrous time, the witching hour, as that's when so many people decide to head for home, wary of every shadow and whatever may lurk behind them. It's amusing to me how little people know of their own homes at this hour, how the species that spread so quickly throughout the world and enslaved it still doesn't like a little darkness. Although, in this city, at least, they have reason to fear the dark. I'm here. I've been carefully picking off the brave ones, leaving a little bit behind to spook the more cautious. Maybe a head here, an arm there, and the occasional extremity somewhere else, maybe in a tree or some other hard-to-reach place. People keep muttering silly things about occults and serial killers and whatever they think is behind these killings, but it's really just little old me. I just do it for fun. I don't really care all that much about who I kill, so long as they put up a little fight, they plead a little, and then they bleed a lot. True, sometimes it's kind of hard watching their parents or children going through the whole process of death and all, but then I kill them too and that makes me feel better. They're united in death, right? Now, how about you? What do you like?" The man looked up somewhat and murmured something. God, I hate these kinds of people, I can't hear them! "Come on now, speak up, don't be shy." Mister murmur did what he seemed to do best and said something again in a tiny voice. No fun, guess I'll kill him now. "Hey, mister, are you sleepy?" He looked at me, probably frightened, I dunno, and kind of timidly nodded his head. Up, down, up, down. "Guess you should be going home then, huh, sleepyhead?" He looked relieved then. Though probably still cautious. I'm not sure, I'm not a human. "Well then, good night, sleep tight." He stood up, quite a normal human being. He lay down on the pavement, quite a normal human being with several cuts and gashes pretty much everywhere. "Sweet dreams. Now, go to sleep."

Just a random spamlord passing by, choo choo.

I refuse to lose. Steal!

We understand that you want to get in, and that you have good skills with good weapons, but please know that we are overfilling. We will kick a few inactive members out, then resume applications. Please be patient with this process, and thanks in advance!

Ayy. Shoot!

Pass 2.

Steal.

I might, but it's a long shot. Setting back the time by about 2 hours will help a lot, and that way, I could possibly lead the training exercise.