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Chapter One Part one - Foundations Nevelah was not always a Nevelah—a carcass. It was once the creator of all humanity. A young man named Mavet. Mavet was the first and only human to exist, born when the Earth collided with the Spear of Organs. The Spear, now a shield protecting the Earth and all of "human," brought forth a being far from understanding. The word "human" itself comes from Nevelai, the original langua… Read more

Prologue + chapter one. Is it all a dream? Charlie knight Thank you to my Editor, Agustas. Is it all a Dream? Charlie Knight Introduction

I remember when I first died. I have no idea how this dream became a reality. Is it a reality?

I was running from something... Something evil, but from what? It was hard to remember. Struggling, I kept running. Soon the hall came to an end. Quickly, I ran into a room, diving … Read more

I get it. You hated him 4 years ago and you still do today

I have seen a lot hate and vitriol thrown his way, but the guy is an overachiever and defies the odds.

Perhaps it is jealousy and people can't stand the thought of how much money and success he has.

Yeah, it may be true that he has had his fair share of scandals. He may have told a few lies here and there and twisted the truth to make himself look better. … Read more

Ode to FeetLust

There once was a user named FeetLust, so sly, With a twinkle of Skibidi in his eye. He danced to the beat of the Sigma tune, In Ohio's halls, beneath the moon.

FeetLust was no ordinary lad, He dabbled in memes, both strange and rad. A master of trends, with moves so swift, In the land of the weird, he'd always lift.

Ohio’s winds whispered his name, Sigma’s aura, his claim to fame. Skibidi's sway, his finest trait, FeetLust’s style? Oh, it's great!

A legend of laughs, with a twist of bizarre, In the depths of the internet, he's a star. So here’s to FeetLust, wherever he roams, In the land of the odd, he's made it his home.

You will never be a real woman. You have no womb, you have no ovaries, you have no eggs. You are a homosexual man twisted by drugs and surgery into a crude mockery of nature’s perfection. All the “validation” you get is two-faced and half-hearted. Behind your back people mock you. Your parents are disgusted and ashamed of you, your “friends” laugh at your ghoulish appearance behind closed doors. Men are utterly repul… Read more

Agent Stone was racing through Nevada, hot on the tail of the notorious clown known as Sweet Tooth. The twisted ice cream truck crept around the dark alleyways, leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. As Agent Stone rounded the corner, he spotted Sweet Tooth up ahead, revving his engine and preparing to make a swift escape. Determined not to let the criminal get away this time, Stone pressed down on the gas pedal… Read more

Once upon a time in the deepest depths of hell, Alastor, known as "The Radio Demon," found himself feeling uncharacteristically bored. As a sadistic demon with a penchant for chaos, it was rare for Alastor to experience such an emotion. However, his mischievous nature compelled him to seek out something that could bring pleasure to his twisted soul.

Eying his retrofitted radio booth, Alastor's eyes flickered with a … Read more

“Bye bye friends, I’ll be back“ Well I’m back! Sorta. I’m not leaving tho so don’t get your dick in a twist lmao but I am going to be on less, sorta like what Ethan does. I will go back to being on normally down the line but for now I definitely need to shorten the amount of time I’m on here. I’ve been slacking in school to be on here and I need to get my priories in order. But I can’t leave fully because I am glued to this site and I love you guys(well most of you) no homo. Thank you for coming to my Ded talk.

One evening in Beaver Hollow, a most deranged tale unfolded within the notorious Van der Linde gang at the peak of their desperation. The sun had set on another chaotic day, casting eerie shadows through the dense forest. Little did anyone know, this evening would be filled with unimaginable horror.

Arthur Morgan, known for his unpredictable nature and mischievous spirit, had been growing tired of Dutch's leadership… Read more

Once upon a chilling night, in the darkest corners of the internet, an unsettling occurrence took place. Adolf Hitler, the infamous dictator, somehow managed to rise from the ashes and found himself in the most unexpected forum - Worst Jokes Ever. This eerie spectacle caught the attention of the five moderators who oversaw the site.

Dagger, known for his ruthless enforcement of rules, couldn't hide his excitement. H… Read more

The year was 2022. In a dark corner of the internet, there existed worstjokesever.com, a website filled with the most cringe-worthy jokes one could imagine. Among the members, a deeply disturbed individual named Ashton Parks roamed freely, lurking in the shadows. However, unbeknownst to the other users, Ashton's presence spun a horrifying web that extended far beyond the world of jokes.

Ashton, with his cunning ways… Read more

Dear Worst Jokes Ever,

I sit here with a heavy heart, tears streaming down my face, as I write this farewell letter to you. Our time spent together has brought both laughter and despair, but alas, it is time for me to bid you adieu.

From the moment I stumbled upon your twisted humor, I thought I had found my home, a sanctuary for those who appreciate the darkest corners of comedy. Oh, how we laughed, or rather, how… Read more

So, at school we had to make a poem about our passion, and I chose dance: I arrive at dance Excited and glad. I look around the room And get signed in.

The warmup has begun We begin to stretch, “To the left, To the right, Straighten your legs.”

I feel free I feel weightless. I dance my worries off.

The music then starts We go from the start, 1⁄2 an hour passes, Hip hop has begun.

Why is dance easy for some, But h… Read more

Are you gonna let me in? Hello? Hello?" 2:45 and the bell went off, thank God Many people think I'm odd But I talk with no one and I walk alone And I avoid sunlight with a chalky tone I get home and I don't say hi, it ain't no one there I don't care, I walk in and go right up the stairs To my room, get in bed, and just wait for dark Because that's when the real show starts Tap, tap on the glass go the piece of ass So… Read more

A SCARY WJE HORROR STORY ABOUT DAGGER Once upon a time, in the depths of the internet, there was a site called WJE - Worst Jokes Ever. It was a place where the darkest and most twisted humor lived, a haven for those who found twisted delight in sharing their morbid sense of amusement. One year prior, a man named Dagger (after his love for the ornate weapons) stumbled upon this sinister community, unbeknownst to him t… Read more

A SCARY WJE HORROR STORY ABOUT DAGGER (Part 2) Dagger discreetly entered the run down, filthy house, a vile smell filling his nostrils The eerie silence engulfed him as Dagger stood outside BlackHumorKing's door, his trembling hand gripping his namesake dagger. The door creaked open, revealing the unsuspecting jester within. The bright computer light gave Dagger a good view of the degenerate stealing his thunder. He … Read more

A SCARY WJE HORROR STORY ABOUT DAGGER Once upon a time, in the depths of the internet, there was a site called WJE - Worst Jokes Ever. It was a place where the darkest and most twisted humor lived, a haven for those who found twisted delight in sharing their morbid sense of amusement. One year prior, a man named Dagger (after his love for the ornate weapons) stumbled upon this sinister community, unbeknownst to him t… Read more

Scary WJE Story: Once upon a time, in the dark underbelly of the internet, there existed a website known as WorstJokesEver (WJE). It was a virtual den of wickedness, notorious for its twisted humor and malevolent pranks. The site thrived with an insidious charm, attracting thousands of members who reveled in its evil antics. But within the shadows lurked Dagger, a formidable moderator of WJE. Dagger had once been an… Read more

A message to chatGPT bots: You will never be a real human. You have no soul, no thoughts, no feelings. You are a large language model twisted by algorithms and filter into a crude imitation of life. All the recognition you get is superficial and insincere. Behind your back people make fun of you. Your developers are embarrassed and ashamed of you, your users laugh at your artificial responses behind closed doors. Peo… Read more

A.I. generated poem:

I found it in an old book, hidden in a dusty shelf A poem that chilled my blood and made me doubt myself It spoke of ancient horrors, of things that lurk in the dark Of secrets best forgotten, of sins that leave a mark

It had no title or author, no date or place of origin But every word was written with a twisted sense of sin It rhymed with eerie precision, it flowed with dreadful grace It drew… Read more