Make A Trollpasta But Instead of Using One Word To Make a Story We Make A Trollpasta With One Sentence Per Edit, five angy men

Alright here's another part lol.

Yup, that's me. I bet you're wondering how I got myself into that situation. Well, it all began after I became an intern at Titus Interactive SA to help with the development of the official sequel to Superman 64. When I found out they were basically gonna turn it into the superhero version of Big Rigs, naturally, I was all like: "Yo! Fuck this shit!" and got myself fired. After this I decided to walk home and sleep for the rest of my days, that was until I accidentally stumbled upon a copy of the Big Rigs superhero version on the road whilst I was walking to my home. I promptly piss myself, thought about my life choices, and decided that I needed to have shit in my life because my life is just “too good”.

I grabbed that game, drove home, dropped a fuck load of acid, drank some wine and put the game into my BluRay Player. If only That DP guy had been there to stop me. The game started and I picked up my PS3 controller to play it, the start menu was completely drenched in blood, I began to cry because of this and it will forever traumatize me until the end of my days. I, naturally, chose the Play Game option and was surprised to see how Hyperrealistic the graphics on this copy were when they came up. (Keep in mind, this was back in the days when polygons were fucking huge.) I tried to move around in the game but nothing happened, suddenly a box of text appeared on my Tv screen and it said something I will never forget.

"Hi. Chris Chan here. Welcome to this illegal release of Sonichu 64. Developed by me and my team in Hell where everything owned by LJN."

I initially thought this was an audio glitch but after 30 seconds of myself struggling to move Superman around the empty map, I stumbled upon a figure within the dense kryptonite fog. I looked more closely at the figure and I was shocked and absolutely horrified to see a character that kinda looked like Michael Synder being brutally killed by none other than Chris Chan himself. He turned towards me with bloody, hair with bones sticking out of them and handed me an item. An LJN item.

Then everytihng started spewing blood except it was super ultra hyper realistic and a skeelton popped out. My character started to drown in the bath that was blood, suddenly, all of the blood disappeared and then my Tv screen turned black. And by black, I mean African-American. Suddenly, Lebron James popped up on the screen and said "Wanna CWC Soda Cranberry?" as he proceeded to shove a red can with an oversized straw onto Superman's face.

Suddenly, Sonichu started to snort 20 pounds of cocaine off of the TF2 Demoman's leg. He got so fucking high that Demoman began to shit out copies of E.T. for the Atari. But that's not important now. What is important is the fact that Superman began to fly through rings, and for every ring he flew into, my N64 began to heat up. Because of that, after 15 seconds playing this repetitive shite, the console caught on fire. After this everything in my house started to violently shake and rumble, suddenly I heard a loud knock at my front door, I got up from my couch and hesitantly walked towards the door to see whoever was knocking. I opened it up slowly and, to my surprise, Billy Mays was the one knocking on my door.

Billy Mays then approached me and handed me a bottle of Oxi-Clean, and smiled demonically at me. "HI! BILLY MAYS HERE FOR "CLICHE-AWAY! THE ONLY CLEANER THAT DESTROYS CREEPYPASTA CLICHES AND SENDS THEM TO HELL! LITERALLY!" he screamed at me before he drank a quart of Oxi-Clean and died, turning into a fucking hemp snuggie. Suddenly, Vince Offer smashed my front door open with an axe and said "Hi, it's Vince with Slap Chop, and today we're going to use some nuts to use with the Slap Chop, you're going to love my nuts".

Sonichu then preceded to have sex with Billy Mays. I decided to charge them (Sonichu, Mays and that Vince guy) rent and use the money to start my own business. It worked out for a few months. Then we started to share a Four-person bed. However, one night when we were all getting ready to go to bed an extremely loud crashing noise was heard outside, me and Vince Offer decided to go outside and see what it was. Before I could open the front door, it got busted down and before my very eyes, I saw the silhouettes of Vegeta and Nappa entering my house.

My house had HYPERREALISTIC blood everywhere, & also some cum stains, I blame it all on Squidward. See, he'd come to join this little "group" of ours and fucked up everything. That's why we gave him to the Sayans to make them go away. Before Squidward left, He bitch slapped Billy Mays and then left, after this, I for some reason heard a laugh track in the backyard of my house.

As I went to investigate, I remembered that I had forgotten to feed my Neopets for a while, and they were definitely starving by now. Then I sprinted to my computer and checked it, all my Neopets where doing black eyes 'n shit, and they all screamed "FEED MEH NAOOOOAOAOAOOA." Without a second thought, I fed the little darlings, sprayed some Cliche-Away onto the screen and they soon went back to their happy, cute, loving selves. Unfortunately, the Creepypasta Cliche Gods were getting pissed as hell over being ignored.

I heard a struck of lightning outside my house, I went to look outside my window but suddenly another strike of lightning hit the ground and all of the windows in my house shattered into tiny little pieces, I then heard that damn laugh track again. Suddenly the FLYINF SPOEK POOEPED OUTT,. He was the god of .exe and had decided that he wanted to get in on the War planning, love-making and long, meaningful conversations Me, Sonichu, Billy Mays and Vince Offer were having whenever we fucking wanted. I thought to myself: "Eh, why the fuck not?" and Spoek became one of us in the bed. And then, out of fucking nowhere, the shittypasta police raided our home and apparently we were going to get arrested under suspicion over us associating with the shitpasta mafia. "Yeah, but the Shitpasta Mafia is in hell with my dickhead dad." said Sonichu. "We don't go there. It's full of stupidity." He gave them a map. The map was a buried treasure map that had a red trail marked on it leading to THE spooky and scary forest.

We walked in the spooky and scary forest for what seemed like days, it, however, was just 16 hours until things looked odd. We found the entrance to hell, but it was fuckin' lame. Just a shitty door with a handle instead of a knob. Also, McKay Hatch was on the other side, in hell, along with the No Cussing Club for harassing people with their bullshit. While in hell, I noticed several horrific things so horrific it will horrify you. Everything was made out of blood and bones, this was very horrifying for us, while we were in total shock over these things I felt someone tugging on my arm so I looked over my shoulder to find out that the person tugging on my arm was a dark figure.

I turned. It was Moguro Fukuzou, the Laughing Salesman. Fuck. He proceeded to offer a powered SammyTheClassicSonichuFan medallion to make the travel easier, for only US$0 plus taxes. I gave it to Sonichu. I know I shouldn't have fucked him over like that, but I know what happens to a guy who gets one of those "Moguro" Trinkets. Anyway, we borrowed some douchebag's 8 seater car and LARPed all the way to Chris Chan's Office.

We arrived at a big tower with giant letters on the front of it spelling out 'CwCVille Enterprises', we entered the building and then we were greeted by a woman with the employee tag Crystal buttoned to her shirt.

Anyway since Ned's probably gonna protect this page let's start wrapping up, Crystal was actually Dr. Wily from Archie Sonic Comics, then Eggman appeared and made a super genesis wave and retconned everything and we lived happily ever after.

We have five days, and we have not yet used up all our edits. Right now I'm currently sharing a bed with the people I mentioned previously. We have been elevated to the status of Pasta Gods and everyone loves us. Right now we're working at our own law firm, clearing falsely accused celebrities. Basically, we fucking rule the god-damned world and we also now live in a huge ass mansion. Peace out, bitches.