User blog:Quaimlex/funny creepypasta article im archiving so it doesnt get deleted

 This Story was written on 16/11/2009, i waited a little longer to post it on the internet, so yeah 

It was a dark and stormy night when I decided to indulge in a late-night gaming session of Team Fortress 2. Little did I know that my innocent quest for entertainment would lead me down a path of terror and despair.

I sat down and grabbed my Lenovo laptop, running Windows 7, the OS was released a month ago so it should be able to run this game. Ignoring the warnings of potential compatibility issues, I launched Team Fortress 2 and entered 2fort. But this particular night would be different—a night that would forever haunt my memories.

My name is Norman, and i will share what i experienced.

As I navigated the server browser, searching for a suitable game, I noticed an entry named "Xunks." Its description was cryptic, offering no details about the gameplay or the server's peculiarities. Intrigued by the air of mystery surrounding it, I clicked to join, oblivious to the nightmare that awaited.

The loading screen flickered, and the characters materialized in an eerie and distorted version of the map. Creepy stuff, anyway, i chose Spy and entered the Match. An unsettling silence hung in the air. The atmosphere alone sent a shiver down my spine, but I pressed on, dismissing it as a mere glitch.

As I ventured deeper into the game, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. It was as if an unseen presence lurked within the realm, observing my every move with malicious intent. The other players, their names replaced by gibberish characters, moved with unnatural precision, their actions calculated and it was like they were not even human.

The chat box remained eerily silent, devoid of the usual banter and camaraderie that defined the early Team Fortress 2 community. It was as if the very essence of the new game had been drained, "New game, new creepy stuff" I said to myself. Yet, something compelled me to continue, to unravel the dark secrets hidden within this twisted server.

As I explored further, I stumbled upon bizarre and grotesque alterations to the game's environment. Familiar landmarks were defaced with macabre imagery—a backdrop of twisted faces and oozing wounds that defied explanation. The distorted soundscape echoed with whispers, and distorted screams pierced the silence, like a symphony of torment.

But the true horror awaited me in the depths of the server. The player models, once colorful and vibrant, had transformed into grotesque abominations. Their limbs contorted at unnatural angles, their faces twisted in expressions of perpetual agony. It was as if the very fabric of the game had been infected with an unspeakable malevolence.

The once strategic battles had devolved into a nightmarish frenzy, a chaos orchestrated by an invisible puppeteer. Players moved with unnatural speed and precision, their movements erratic and glitchy. And amidst the chaos, I noticed that the name "Xunks" was emblazoned on every player, as if the server itself had taken control of their identities.

A growing sense of dread consumed me. I desperately tried to disconnect from the server, but the game resisted my commands. It was as if "Xunks" had trapped me within its digital clutches, forcing me to bear witness to its depraved spectacle. The server's grip on my computer tightened, as if it sought to infect my very system. Afterwards, when i tried to play the game normally and ignore the terrifying stuff, i took the intelligence (i was playing Capture The Flag) but then something unexpected happened. My game showed me this Black and White face.... it had eyes, creepy eyes, and had two mouths i believe, this also came with an erie sound that was coming from my speaker, this lasted for three seconds! Aftermath, my game crashed.

In a final act of desperation, I yanked the power cord from my laptop, cutting off its connection to the digital realm. The screen went dark, and a suffocating silence settled upon the room. But even with the game extinguished, I couldn't escape the haunting images that had etched themselves into my mind.

To this day, I live in constant fear, haunted by the memory of this "Xunks" server... i am even afraid to even startup my laptop anymore...

The Next Day... i started up my Laptop, to find out it was fried! I tried to push the power Button a bunch of times, but it wouldn't work. Today, i bought this new Lenovo Laptop, and i threw my old one away! Never to be seen again...