Magadude
I AM A DEVILMAN
My name is Nathan.
I am, if you don't know, the fonder of this group and currently the only member. Lately I have been seeing things. Things that people normally would never see. Long figures, quick images of person with a cut out smile, and more. But the weird thing is, I think I recognized who or what they are. I, and trust me I know how strange this sounds, think they are monsters from those internet stories called Creepypasta. I was a big fan of these stories, and even to me the idea of these monsters being real sound completely ridiculous. Then when I went to camp with me friends, I saw HIM. The tall figure that everyone knows as, Slenderman. I am the only one alive from that camping trip. But not because I was able to out run that thing or anything like that, but because it let me live. Not because he felt pity, but because, even through his expressionless face, he showed enjoyment in seeing me struggling to survive, trying everything to get away even if it meant sacrificing my friends. Creepypastas, as I like to call them, are real and I want to kill them and stop them for good. For the sake of both avenging my friends and to stop them from murdering any more people. If you are this far then you are either crazy, or you have been seeing these things too. Or worse, like me, saw them up close. If so, please help me. I don't know how we are going to kill them, but together it might be easier to find a way. We need to stop this things. We have to stop them.
I am, if you don't know, the fonder of this group and currently the only member. Lately I have been seeing things. Things that people normally would never see. Long figures, quick images of person with a cut out smile, and more. But the weird thing is, I think I recognized who or what they are. I, and trust me I know how strange this sounds, think they are monsters from those internet stories called Creepypasta. I was a big fan of these stories, and even to me the idea of these monsters being real sound completely ridiculous. Then when I went to camp with me friends, I saw HIM. The tall figure that everyone knows as, Slenderman. I am the only one alive from that camping trip. But not because I was able to out run that thing or anything like that, but because it let me live. Not because he felt pity, but because, even through his expressionless face, he showed enjoyment in seeing me struggling to survive, trying everything to get away even if it meant sacrificing my friends. Creepypastas, as I like to call them, are real and I want to kill them and stop them for good. For the sake of both avenging my friends and to stop them from murdering any more people. If you are this far then you are either crazy, or you have been seeing these things too. Or worse, like me, saw them up close. If so, please help me. I don't know how we are going to kill them, but together it might be easier to find a way. We need to stop this things. We have to stop them.
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