TobiasWade is a ridiculously creative, clever, and engaging writer. He paints vivid word pictures and imerses you in fantastic worlds that feel disturbingly real, populated with complex, believable characters - despite being surreal. And you Mr. Narrator, do his work justice.
I shake my head in absolute awe of how you bring a story to life. You sure pick the good ones!! Dreams of any type would be interesting to hear about but of course, the scarier, the better!! Cheers for yet another amazing job!!
I have listened to several of these stories now. The simple yet engrossing details, the background music, and the narrator's phenomenal voice really pull me into the tales. Thank you for these. I have subscribed and look forward to more!
Dear Naturestemper, You are my favorite storyteller to listen to while I take a shit. That sounds bad but believe me it is an amazing compliment. Thank you and bless your beautiful soul.
This is so incredibly deep on a level that is so hard to even understand it the story to show so much mercy and compassion but yet able to do so much evil at the same time would anyone truly have the heart to do it such a amazing story
I'm glad this popped up in my feed. It is, absolutely, my favorite story. Whatever genre you wish to place it in. I suppose I like it so much because it echoes so strongly my own belief system I've developed over the years. That there is a Great Skein. A Holy Tapestry, if you'll allow. The Weavers create the thread, which feeds the fabric. What holds the Fabric together is the Great Unknown. What is known is the Fabric is only there for structure. It's is our souls and lives lived that create the patterns and designs. Souls reincarnated until true peace within is found. I never thought of maths as the measure of a soul, I always imagined it was a more abstract concept. I suppose if anything can be abstract, mysterious and beautiful all at once, it's maths.
This here is one of the first videos of yours I've ever watched. Since then I had an on and off relationship with your channel, every time discovering it anew. Lately I've been listening to you almost daily since I work a lot of night shifts and hell man, it's been a hell of a journey. Love you lots and you brighten all of my nights 🥰
More from this author!!! This story was so fucking awesome. Well written, amazingly voiced of course by you. Engaging plot, and once again made even more imersive by your great voice acting. Good Shit man. Also, the ending didn't suck, which I appreciate
100% my favorite video thus far. i have not been around for more than 2 weeks but have watched nearly 100 vids. i watch it almost every day when i do home work. A+ reading voice. you should do audio books
This one's a little confusing. I thought he could choose what he came back as based on the number of points he had but in the end, it sounded like he had no choice but to come back as god unless you did something bad.
The idea was he had like 400 something to spend in this round of 'respawning' but since he already killed God, his next round would be immense. If the 500 tier was prophet's and psychics ect, imagine what the higher tiers would be. He'd potentially just keep going up and up, or immediately be forced to respawn as god if that was the only thing on the floor he was allowed to chose from. So, the only way to avoid it, is to lower his score before he got to that point to begin with.
andrew d I understand what you mean but I think there are tiers. In the story the koala said, you can choose anything on this floor. So maybe there are other lower tier floors that he can't choose from. (For example this was the 400-500 floor and he can only choose from there, not below and not above.)
The koala said not yet but my skepticals are on tight it's probably like a hotel the lowers are 0-1 stars and they go up until of course you can choose to become god I mean they can't force him to become god
Unless I understood it wrong there are several tiers. Those tiers define which options you'll get, the lower you go the tougher to get back up and the crappier choices you have till you are forced to become a demon. They can see one level above, however even the koala says he has no idea what is up there since he's never seen anyone get that many points in the time he's been working there so it's likely to be the top tier, no tiers above that one. Now onto the points, essentially the moment he dies the point counter stops and resets so everything he does, even in the afterlife, doesn't count till he dies again and the score is tallied again. Since there's only 1 more level above them and he's already killed god he can chose what to come back as just 1 more time, after that the points for killing god would be tallied forcing him to be God. However, having seen what that fate entails he comes to the conclusion his only option is to cause as much evil as possible in his last reincarnation to try lose enough points to avoid it, and the only way he can do that is as a human. That's essentially it.
This is brilliant I’ve been listening to many of his story’s,and this guy has a talent! The voice sounds English,but some say American, but I love the imagination,how he describes everything,it keeps you hooked,that’s how I know he has a talent 😎
I just got a Twitter and started following you so I can send you the story, but then I realized I have no idea how to use it. Here's my dream. I was lying down on my bed trying to figure out why wasn't my phone working. That's when I saw it out my window. A flash of blue light. It honestly didn't register at first but when it did I was already out. When I awoke ones more the world appeared to have a dark tint to it as if someone put a black sheet over my eyes but I could still see through it. I looked around to the best of my ability. I have a basement room and from what I could tell, not much of my house remained. What little of it did was in my room. I called out to my dad, but to no avail. I rummaged a bit through the ruble to find my kitten Maybelle … dead. I don't know why but wherever I was going, I had to take her with me. I made my way through the debris to my window and crawled out. My suspicions were confirmed, a bomb had gone off in Port Huron. There was barely anything left. The sky was so dark and even the wind had small bits of black blowing within it. It smelled like chemicals and burnt hair. I turned making my way down 10th St. towards the water. I could see the river from afar, not a trace of the buildings that would have blocked my path. I wished they were still there. Bodies, hundreds and hundreds of bodies floating in the river. Some of the corpses’ skins were white, transparent, and bloated, while others were black, charred, and peeling off. I took in the sight the best I could. The bodies in the river reminded me of The River of Sticks. The burning factories in Canada just beyond the horizon contrasting the black sky above it. Would the fall out rain there to? As I stood in the middle of the street holding my dead Maybelle I remember thinking, ‘This is what hell looks like.’ “Abandon hope, all ye who enter…” I mumbled to myself. I had a twisted sense of humor that never failed me. Things couldn't get worse than this anyways right? That's when I heard it, a voice that’ll haunt my dreams. It was a child crying for her mommy but… this wasn’t just any child. It was my two year old niece Anna, and she was in the river. Feel free to tweak it where it hits the ear better. I wrote this last year after I woke up from the dream. I just started typing it on Google Docs so I copied and pasted it here. I would be honored if you read it.
Ok here's one for you A few years ago I had this dream that for some odd reason still shakes me. Even though I haven't the faintest idea what it means. It starts with me opening my eyes on our field and our neighbors fields. I see a few people including our neighbors cleaning up after an apparent attack. The smoke is so thick all around that it's impossible to see the road that is about a half mile away. Neighbors and other we're stacking debris and one was stacking bodies into truck bed both human and what seemed like alien. Green blood dripping as well as red. I see in the distance some rhino sized alien beast of burden that was used in the attack. It runs into my field and I am terrified of it. I run into my house. It follows me to the door. After a while it starts to graze it's giant head shakes occasionally because of some flies or something. While at my window somehow I find I can scare it away by shouting loudly. So I do but I never leave my house. The next time I dream this all the same happens as it did before with no change. The third and final time I am helping clear up from the aftermath this creature runs into my field but I don't run I catch it's harness and sooth it. It is obviously scared. After all it's not the fault of the war horse that it's rider goes to war. That's what went through head as I led it into the horse pasture where I intended to keep it. You have my full permission to use this nature's temper.
I actually remember dreaming almost this exact story when I was so young that I can't place the age... My entire childhood I figured the afterlife was something like this... creepy af guys...
Its actually pretty easy to explain. I've done extensive research into theological similarities around the world, and each new piece of information i find seems to grip me with awe. And, in terms of the number, I'd say it would have to be somewhere in the 13,000 range based only on history and documentation of the origins of the belief of reincarnation.
New high score: a googleplex of googleplexes. Look that up it's an actual number takes like 600 standard printed pages to express. So yeah times it by itself, how do you break even on that?
Anyone know the name of the first song used in this story?? I've been looking for it for years, and it's not listed in the details. I keep hearing it in other creepy/scary stories and I need to know what it's called!!
Wow.....what a hell of a ending. It would explain why we have so many horrible people on this planet. Just a poor soul trying to not live as a bloated spoiled flesh ed hideous monster when they die.
@@alduin9369 What good would it be, being this *thing* . Sure you can make planets or whatever, but if every second of your entire existence is one of pain and suffering, I imagine it wouldn't be all that popular.
i dont get it. why is god rotting and spoiled. I get why he has massive + points. no matter what he does he is considered good. but all those wounds are from failed deaths. okay, so what. read a damn book and ignore the world for a few decades and jsut check in every so often.
I have this recurring nightmare my entire life. Of a trailer with two bedrooms one in the front and a master bedroom in the back. they lights start flickering and soon its pitch black.I see a faint glowing from a room that wasn't there before, everyone disappears.I always feel sick walking towards that room every time.i see everyone dead in a bloody pile with a black mass above them. the mass turns towards me. it doesn't a face but i knew it was looking dead in my eyes.then i wake up i don't know what it means but that thing scares the shit out of me.
Okay. I've had this recurring dream recently. I'm in a bus, and it's a school bus... they have a certain feel and a certain smell. THere are other people behind me in the bus, and I'm on the side with the door, and I can see the person sitting in the driver's seat, but I haven't been brave enough to see their face yet. We're driving on a two-lane highway through a forest. The forest is leafy, not pine-y, if that makes sense, and the trees are ridiculously dense, like a person would have trouble walking through them without rubbing up against the trunks. The bus comes to a stop for reasons unknown. And this... thing... comes running out of the woods. I know that it's short, or at least shorter than the front windows, because I can just barely see the top of a blond head as it runs circles around the bus. at every pass, it hits the bus door and counts. "ONE". and it makes a round of the bus, which I can't see, but have the sensation of. "'TWO", and so forth until it gets to six, at which point it throws its body into the doors as it screams "SIX!" four or five times. The most recent time I had this dream, It hit the doors so hard the glass on the front windows spiderwebbed. I feel like the person driving the bus is important, but I have to have the dream again to be able to look and see them.
Imagine how much evil he would have to do to break even with the creator of the universe. All that just for him not wanting to be that creature? That egoistical attitude alone should be enough to take his points away.
I don't have a Twitter so I'll post my dream here. I was in a Dark Mansion, it was night outside the lights inside were only lit by candlelight, and the brightest light would be coming through these huge windows. Illuminating the disheveled derelict Mansion Within. Things are running by the window outside quick and menacing. For some reason I can feel the malice when they go by. I have a gun in my hand, it's a Beretta. My clothing are torn, and next to me or the kids I babysit for my friends. There is a huge door ahead of us, and the kids are telling me it's the only way out, but I can see something is in there, something big, and hungery. I can't leave the kids in the hallway, if whatever those things are that's out the windows could break in, and I don't think I can take them in to face that cereatur. Then I wake up
I don't have a twitter but I do hope you see this. I'm by no means a writer and the dream itself wasn't all that odd. When I awoke I brushed it off as my worrisome subconscious. I was about 25 years old worked evenings and I had gotten home from work a little after midnight and had to be up early for my first time ever serving on jury duty. While sleeping I had a pretty vivid dream I was looking for my younger brother who was about 19 at the time. Now in real life he smoked pot and drank as a I did at his age but he wasn't particularly out of control. I remember in the dream I was very worried about him. My search led me to an allyway behind a commercial building or store of some sort where I found my brother strung out on heroin with fresh needle sticking out of his arm. Down the alley I could see a group of 3 people 2 young men whos faves I couldn't make out and an old man with a an aluminum cane and long greasy wiry hair. He kind of looked like Jack Nicholson in Anger Management or The Departed but like he bathed in days. He looked over at me and grinned ear to ear. I ran towards him shouting "is this funny to you!!? Did you sell him this junk" he respond with " with "relaxe I didn't sell him anything he didn't want". What happened next was flood of anger as I mercilessly beat him to the ground even using his own cane on him at one point. Then the dream ended. I woke up went about my morning as normal. Got ready and headed over to the court house to check in for jury duty. Went through the whole process of jury selection and being sworn in. I was excited at the prospect of not only seeing but being a part of the justice process of our court system in America. Finally the court case started. The defendant a young man about my age and build who was charged with assualt, however the victim had not shown up. Which was odd to say the least but the case went forward as much as it could. Basically the prosecution had read the victims statement and police report while passing around a picture of the victim. The defendant had allegedly according to the report assaulted a senior citizen man behind a Supermarket in town. He explaided that the man was disabled and used a cane. I remember thinking why would a young 20 something assault a senior citizen, and then the picture of the victim made its way to me and there I saw an old man with greasy wiry hair who kind of looked like Jack Nicholson. I stared in shock as the memory of the dream rushed back into my head, my heart started pounding and I thought how could this be, furthermore if this is all just some weird coincidence how could I judge this case fairly? Luckily since the victim never showed the judge threw the case out.
SPOILER ALERT!
To quote Davy Jones:
"Life is cruel.
Why should the afterlife be any different!?"
Easy to say when you're trapped in a locker with smelly socks.
@@dingleberryliespewer3177 Well, on the upside, at least he has Mr. Krabs to torture for all eternity.
“Creepypastas a hell of a drug”.
True dat
I love this interpretation of God, a being so vast, so perfect, that they cannot do anything but suffer in their unending greatness.
I just gotta say I can't help but to keep revisiting this video every couple months. I love the story and your voice my dude.
TobiasWade is a ridiculously creative, clever, and engaging writer. He paints vivid word pictures and imerses you in fantastic worlds that feel disturbingly real, populated with complex, believable characters - despite being surreal. And you Mr. Narrator, do his work justice.
Not only one of the best stories I've heard in a long time but a 10/10 narration to accompany it.
Instant sub
I shake my head in absolute awe of how you bring a story to life. You sure pick the good ones!! Dreams of any type would be interesting to hear about but of course, the scarier, the better!! Cheers for yet another amazing job!!
you're honestly the best narrator ive come across so far and you also found some great stories which makes it so much better. keep it up
I love listening to your stories as I lay in bed when its nice and dark
Its been years and I still find myself exploring this amazing story!!! Thank you. It means more then words can express
I have listened to several of these stories now. The simple yet engrossing details, the background music, and the narrator's phenomenal voice really pull me into the tales. Thank you for these. I have subscribed and look forward to more!
Damn. I am completely in love with this channel. Such story telling such narration i can't even begin to state how amazing it really is.
I can't believe I found this again. Love this story and reading. Thanks. Mercy killing mate.
Dear Naturestemper,
You are my favorite storyteller to listen to while I take a shit. That sounds bad but believe me it is an amazing compliment. Thank you and bless your beautiful soul.
Calob Wright the simple innocent pleasures of life.
...? so you´re saying he´s so good he scares the shit out of you?
I'm taking a shit and listening to him right now omfg this is my comment right here
I was taking a shit while reading your comments
need help shitting yourself, I understand.
Wow, that threw me for a loop. Thanks for the read!
Excellent story! Congrats to the author.
Amazing story! This is one of my favorites that you've done. Your varying voicework makes it all the more entertaining. Simply great.
I love all the voices you do. It's incredible how many people you can become in one story!
This is by and far my favorite of the stories you have done.
This is so incredibly deep on a level that is so hard to even understand it the story to show so much mercy and compassion but yet able to do so much evil at the same time would anyone truly have the heart to do it such a amazing story
I'm glad this popped up in my feed. It is, absolutely, my favorite story.
Whatever genre you wish to place it in.
I suppose I like it so much because it echoes so strongly my own belief system I've developed over the years. That there is a Great Skein. A Holy Tapestry, if you'll allow. The Weavers create the thread, which feeds the fabric. What holds the Fabric together is the Great Unknown. What is known is the Fabric is only there for structure. It's is our souls and lives lived that create the patterns and designs. Souls reincarnated until true peace within is found. I never thought of maths as the measure of a soul, I always imagined it was a more abstract concept. I suppose if anything can be abstract, mysterious and beautiful all at once, it's maths.
This here is one of the first videos of yours I've ever watched.
Since then I had an on and off relationship with your channel, every time discovering it anew. Lately I've been listening to you almost daily since I work a lot of night shifts and hell man, it's been a hell of a journey. Love you lots and you brighten all of my nights 🥰
I'm imagining the kawola looks like the one in American Dad.
Lydia Wolfe REGGIE IS MY DUDE
...*koala.
@@something.icantrememberany1365 KAWOLA
Cute as a button 😉
*KAWOLA*
More from this author!!! This story was so fucking awesome. Well written, amazingly voiced of course by you. Engaging plot, and once again made even more imersive by your great voice acting. Good Shit man. Also, the ending didn't suck, which I appreciate
That was chilling. Utterly superb story, and narration.
This Tobias Wade is a really really fucking good writer......wow, I sure think his stories deserve to all be feature length novels and movies....
Yay, another Temper video!
WTF...WOW!!! I Haven't heard this crackling comprehensive writing in honestly, thanks.
This was absolutely beautiful, funny and creepy. This was a very well written story.
You are truly gifted with an amazing instrument bro.
100% my favorite video thus far. i have not been around for more than 2 weeks but have watched nearly 100 vids. i watch it almost every day when i do home work. A+ reading voice. you should do audio books
Wow so good another home run sir
This is the first video of yours I listen to and I clicked subscribe after 10 seconds. What a BEAUTIFUL voice.
Thought provoking, beautifully done as always.
Aaaah this was better than I expected! Great job 👌
Wow !! Great job
Would love a sequel to this story
This one's a little confusing. I thought he could choose what he came back as based on the number of points he had but in the end, it sounded like he had no choice but to come back as god unless you did something bad.
His karma at his last death was 400ish, he doesn't get his mercy killing boost until the end of next life.
The idea was he had like 400 something to spend in this round of 'respawning' but since he already killed God, his next round would be immense. If the 500 tier was prophet's and psychics ect, imagine what the higher tiers would be. He'd potentially just keep going up and up, or immediately be forced to respawn as god if that was the only thing on the floor he was allowed to chose from. So, the only way to avoid it, is to lower his score before he got to that point to begin with.
andrew d I understand what you mean but I think there are tiers. In the story the koala said, you can choose anything on this floor. So maybe there are other lower tier floors that he can't choose from. (For example this was the 400-500 floor and he can only choose from there, not below and not above.)
The koala said not yet but my skepticals are on tight it's probably like a hotel the lowers are 0-1 stars and they go up until of course you can choose to become god I mean they can't force him to become god
Unless I understood it wrong there are several tiers. Those tiers define which options you'll get, the lower you go the tougher to get back up and the crappier choices you have till you are forced to become a demon.
They can see one level above, however even the koala says he has no idea what is up there since he's never seen anyone get that many points in the time he's been working there so it's likely to be the top tier, no tiers above that one.
Now onto the points, essentially the moment he dies the point counter stops and resets so everything he does, even in the afterlife, doesn't count till he dies again and the score is tallied again.
Since there's only 1 more level above them and he's already killed god he can chose what to come back as just 1 more time, after that the points for killing god would be tallied forcing him to be God. However, having seen what that fate entails he comes to the conclusion his only option is to cause as much evil as possible in his last reincarnation to try lose enough points to avoid it, and the only way he can do that is as a human.
That's essentially it.
This is my favorite “horror” story, thanks ^-^
Brilliant story and narration!!! 👏🏻👏🏻
This is brilliant I’ve been listening to many of his story’s,and this guy has a talent! The voice sounds English,but some say American, but I love the imagination,how he describes everything,it keeps you hooked,that’s how I know he has a talent 😎
Best story I have ever heard. Wish the tale was a little longer.
What a delightful discovery I made, finding this channel. Thank you, & keep telling great stories
I just got a Twitter and started following you so I can send you the story, but then I realized I have no idea how to use it. Here's my dream.
I was lying down on my bed trying to figure out why wasn't my phone working. That's when I saw it out my window. A flash of blue light. It honestly didn't register at first but when it did I was already out. When I awoke ones more the world appeared to have a dark tint to it as if someone put a black sheet over my eyes but I could still see through it. I looked around to the best of my ability. I have a basement room and from what I could tell, not much of my house remained. What little of it did was in my room. I called out to my dad, but to no avail. I rummaged a bit through the ruble to find my kitten Maybelle … dead. I don't know why but wherever I was going, I had to take her with me. I made my way through the debris to my window and crawled out. My suspicions were confirmed, a bomb had gone off in Port Huron. There was barely anything left. The sky was so dark and even the wind had small bits of black blowing within it. It smelled like chemicals and burnt hair. I turned making my way down 10th St. towards the water. I could see the river from afar, not a trace of the buildings that would have blocked my path. I wished they were still there. Bodies, hundreds and hundreds of bodies floating in the river. Some of the corpses’ skins were white, transparent, and bloated, while others were black, charred, and peeling off. I took in the sight the best I could. The bodies in the river reminded me of The River of Sticks. The burning factories in Canada just beyond the horizon contrasting the black sky above it. Would the fall out rain there to? As I stood in the middle of the street holding my dead Maybelle I remember thinking, ‘This is what hell looks like.’ “Abandon hope, all ye who enter…” I mumbled to myself. I had a twisted sense of humor that never failed me. Things couldn't get worse than this anyways right? That's when I heard it, a voice that’ll haunt my dreams. It was a child crying for her mommy but… this wasn’t just any child.
It was my two year old niece Anna,
and she was in the river.
Feel free to tweak it where it hits the ear better. I wrote this last year after I woke up from the dream. I just started typing it on Google Docs so I copied and pasted it here. I would be honored if you read it.
wow! great story. you should make a part 2 of this one, like what did he do after being born a human again.
Oh man, amazing story!!! Great narration as always!♡♡♡
Great story, great reading! Just wow man gave me chills
we need a full blown story out of this from the prologue being how he died to the ending being his merciless fucking rein of terror would be amazing
That was one hell of a story man keep it up!
Fantastic piece of writing. Fantastic reading voice!
Ok here's one for you
A few years ago I had this dream that for some odd reason still shakes me. Even though I haven't the faintest idea what it means.
It starts with me opening my eyes on our field and our neighbors fields. I see a few people including our neighbors cleaning up after an apparent attack. The smoke is so thick all around that it's impossible to see the road that is about a half mile away. Neighbors and other we're stacking debris and one was stacking bodies into truck bed both human and what seemed like alien. Green blood dripping as well as red. I see in the distance some rhino sized alien beast of burden that was used in the attack. It runs into my field and I am terrified of it. I run into my house. It follows me to the door. After a while it starts to graze it's giant head shakes occasionally because of some flies or something. While at my window somehow I find I can scare it away by shouting loudly. So I do but I never leave my house.
The next time I dream this all the same happens as it did before with no change. The third and final time I am helping clear up from the aftermath this creature runs into my field but I don't run I catch it's harness and sooth it. It is obviously scared. After all it's not the fault of the war horse that it's rider goes to war. That's what went through head as I led it into the horse pasture where I intended to keep it.
You have my full permission to use this nature's temper.
💪💪 your voice is great! Glad I sub'd
Wow. That was really powerful for being so short. Excellent choice!
It was the koalas fault for leaving him alone in the first place.
Wow. Didn't expect this one to hit like this. 10/10
Fantastic storyline!! Loved it.
I feel like I'm in the world of dark souls, I love it!
That voice, grrrrrrrrroowwwl!
goddessvenom 😂
top notch reading of a story worthy of Rod Serling.
.. THIS was a Véry intresting story.!... Original and fascinating, bravo.!
The best story I’ve ever heard honestly
Hitlers backstory
thats what I was thinking.
I was just thinking about this one. I'm glad it showed up in my feed. I completely forgot the name.
Killing god man that's one hell of an achievement
An elegant tribute to how tricky the game can become. Be careful all.
This was a great vid a part 2 please
This is well written and well narrated.
I cant stop listening to this guys voice it was made for storys
wow this is one of the best story's about the afterlife i have ever heard
It's nice to see someone else figured out the secret.
Awesome story and well read too. I loved it!!!
This was actually a really really cool story!
lmfao keep the politicians downstairs XD
Your story telling is the shit!!!! Love your vids keeps going
I love your voice! Its almost hypnotizing!
Awesome story! And awesome interpretation!
What the hell I had a dream of watching this
001 001 holy Shit me too
...holy fucking shit me too man but I didn't hear about it before hand
Rauch [Redacted] Same
The dream of the story or you watching the video in your dreams?
I actually remember dreaming almost this exact story when I was so young that I can't place the age... My entire childhood I figured the afterlife was something like this...
creepy af guys...
wow great story
Loved this story and the read sweetheart, Ty 💜🎧🎤⚡️🐨
Best narrator ever
When did "disoriented" turn into "disorientated"? Am I missing something? Have I always been?
Mandela Effect?
I thought the same thing
Amazing loved it beyond words
How many points did you get for killing god?
Ryan Gonelli i wanted to hear the number. Im more interested in this system than anything. Wish it came with a compendium.
Its actually pretty easy to explain. I've done extensive research into theological similarities around the world, and each new piece of information i find seems to grip me with awe. And, in terms of the number, I'd say it would have to be somewhere in the 13,000 range based only on history and documentation of the origins of the belief of reincarnation.
Jon Williams
r/iamverysmart
@@wolfofwar6664 how did you manage to research this?
New high score: a googleplex of googleplexes. Look that up it's an actual number takes like 600 standard printed pages to express. So yeah times it by itself, how do you break even on that?
Anyone know the name of the first song used in this story?? I've been looking for it for years, and it's not listed in the details.
I keep hearing it in other creepy/scary stories and I need to know what it's called!!
Damn def need a sequel to this
Song title for background music during 12:37??
"Jason, what is that thing doing up here!? Keep the politicians down stairs please."
Wow.....what a hell of a ending. It would explain why we have so many horrible people on this planet. Just a poor soul trying to not live as a bloated spoiled flesh ed hideous monster when they die.
I know. such an interesting perspective.
Jon Williams or trying to be demons/vampires
I mean when u think about it its kind of a small price to pay to become God.
@@alduin9369 What good would it be, being this *thing* . Sure you can make planets or whatever, but if every second of your entire existence is one of pain and suffering, I imagine it wouldn't be all that popular.
i dont get it. why is god rotting and spoiled. I get why he has massive + points. no matter what he does he is considered good. but all those wounds are from failed deaths. okay, so what. read a damn book and ignore the world for a few decades and jsut check in every so often.
I already know what happens after death but these stories are still very fun to listen to
I honestly want a second part
I have this recurring nightmare my entire life. Of a trailer with two bedrooms one in the front and a master bedroom in the back. they lights start flickering and soon its pitch black.I see a faint glowing from a room that wasn't there before, everyone disappears.I always feel sick walking towards that room every time.i see everyone dead in a bloody pile with a black mass above them. the mass turns towards me. it doesn't a face but i knew it was looking dead in my eyes.then i wake up i don't know what it means but that thing scares the shit out of me.
Okay. I've had this recurring dream recently. I'm in a bus, and it's a school bus... they have a certain feel and a certain smell. THere are other people behind me in the bus, and I'm on the side with the door, and I can see the person sitting in the driver's seat, but I haven't been brave enough to see their face yet. We're driving on a two-lane highway through a forest. The forest is leafy, not pine-y, if that makes sense, and the trees are ridiculously dense, like a person would have trouble walking through them without rubbing up against the trunks. The bus comes to a stop for reasons unknown. And this... thing... comes running out of the woods. I know that it's short, or at least shorter than the front windows, because I can just barely see the top of a blond head as it runs circles around the bus. at every pass, it hits the bus door and counts. "ONE". and it makes a round of the bus, which I can't see, but have the sensation of. "'TWO", and so forth until it gets to six, at which point it throws its body into the doors as it screams "SIX!" four or five times. The most recent time I had this dream, It hit the doors so hard the glass on the front windows spiderwebbed. I feel like the person driving the bus is important, but I have to have the dream again to be able to look and see them.
"How many points for killing God?" That wasn't God.. that was a soul who was suffering and kept prisoner due to how close he became with God's power.
Honey no.. I think they know who their god is
Imagine how much evil he would have to do to break even with the creator of the universe.
All that just for him not wanting to be that creature?
That egoistical attitude alone should be enough to take his points away.
DUDE! Great story!!
Brilliant.
I don't have a Twitter so I'll post my dream here.
I was in a Dark Mansion, it was night outside the lights inside were only lit by candlelight, and the brightest light would be coming through these huge windows. Illuminating the disheveled derelict Mansion Within.
Things are running by the window outside quick and menacing. For some reason I can feel the malice when they go by. I have a gun in my hand, it's a Beretta.
My clothing are torn, and next to me or the kids I babysit for my friends. There is a huge door ahead of us, and the kids are telling me it's the only way out, but I can see something is in there, something big, and hungery. I can't leave the kids in the hallway, if whatever those things are that's out the windows could break in, and I don't think I can take them in to face that cereatur. Then I wake up
Adore this.THANK YOU..x
I don't have a twitter but I do hope you see this. I'm by no means a writer and the dream itself wasn't all that odd. When I awoke I brushed it off as my worrisome subconscious. I was about 25 years old worked evenings and I had gotten home from work a little after midnight and had to be up early for my first time ever serving on jury duty. While sleeping I had a pretty vivid dream I was looking for my younger brother who was about 19 at the time. Now in real life he smoked pot and drank as a I did at his age but he wasn't particularly out of control. I remember in the dream I was very worried about him. My search led me to an allyway behind a commercial building or store of some sort where I found my brother strung out on heroin with fresh needle sticking out of his arm. Down the alley I could see a group of 3 people 2 young men whos faves I couldn't make out and an old man with a an aluminum cane and long greasy wiry hair. He kind of looked like Jack Nicholson in Anger Management or The Departed but like he bathed in days. He looked over at me and grinned ear to ear. I ran towards him shouting "is this funny to you!!? Did you sell him this junk" he respond with " with "relaxe I didn't sell him anything he didn't want". What happened next was flood of anger as I mercilessly beat him to the ground even using his own cane on him at one point. Then the dream ended. I woke up went about my morning as normal. Got ready and headed over to the court house to check in for jury duty. Went through the whole process of jury selection and being sworn in. I was excited at the prospect of not only seeing but being a part of the justice process of our court system in America. Finally the court case started. The defendant a young man about my age and build who was charged with assualt, however the victim had not shown up. Which was odd to say the least but the case went forward as much as it could. Basically the prosecution had read the victims statement and police report while passing around a picture of the victim. The defendant had allegedly according to the report assaulted a senior citizen man behind a Supermarket in town. He explaided that the man was disabled and used a cane. I remember thinking why would a young 20 something assault a senior citizen, and then the picture of the victim made its way to me and there I saw an old man with greasy wiry hair who kind of looked like Jack Nicholson. I stared in shock as the memory of the dream rushed back into my head, my heart started pounding and I thought how could this be, furthermore if this is all just some weird coincidence how could I judge this case fairly? Luckily since the victim never showed the judge threw the case out.
I love the way this story begins....
What a incredible story !!!