KOOKY CRAZY SPLATOON CREEPYPASTA DON'T READ

I've always been somewhat of a gamer. I'm into those hardcore games, like Call of Duty, and Halo, y'know, those shooter games. So when my friend asked me to get Splatoon, I just spat in his mouth. What kind of baby game is that! Fuck him, am I right?

I went to bed, and when I woke up, Splatoon was just on my nightstand. I thought that was kinda weird, but it could've just been my friend or whatever. Now that I had a copy of Splatoon, I decided to go out and buy a WiiU to see what all the hype was about.

I got home with the WiiU, setting it up and loading up Splatoon. The music was alright, but the graphics and designs were childish and weren't serious enough; I do have to say though, the way the inklings moved their hips gave me a boner.

I tried out a few of the weapons, first opting for the sniper rifle, specifically the Splatterscope. I played a few rounds, not really getting the point; the game was childish. I had the most kills, but was still ranked the bottom! I grew frustrated with the game and turned off my WiiU, not touching it for a few days.

The next time I went on to play the game, it was a bit better, but not up to my standards. I continued to play the game here and there for the next couple weeks, when I noticed that something was off. Usually, my squid was happy and upbeat, but I had noticed whenever I pressed Booyah, my inkling wouldn't say woomy; instead, she was quiet. I shrugged it off, not caring too much; maybe she's just shy. Then again I don't care that much to begin with.

As time went on, I noticed my inkling becoming more and more depressed it seemed. I knew that I was losing a lot of matches, and attributed her behavior to that; it would make sense, wouldn't it?

One day, I turned on the WiiU, launching Splatoon and having to sit through the unbearable rant of Callie and Marie, mashing A to speed through it and get it over with. But something in particular caught my eye. Apparently, they had found an inkling who hung himself in the plaza and were wondering who he was. His name tag wasn't appearing, and they wondered how they could even do that. It was a fucking video game, after all.

They put a trigger warning for the squid, and I entered the plaza. The first thing I noticed was off to the side, there was a large gathering of police squids, as well as regular inklings who were curious bystanders. They were all gathered around the squid that had killed himself; the body was now gone, but the noose and some ink remained.

I shrugged it off for now, walking over to the shops and getting a few shirts and shoes. I realized I wouldn't be able to get to Spike, due to the crowds, and cursed them for blocking me off. I'm such a good player that I'm constantly unlocking new abilities for my clothes, and constantly have to visit Spike so that he can re-roll and add new slots to my clothes.

I entered the lobby, playing a few games, but couldn't really get into it. The maps sucked. I'm looking at you, Camp Triggerfish.

A few weeks passed, and I played the game on and off, when suddenly a new wave of suicides began. It had started out with that one guy, but was now surging, everyone willing to kill themselves. The plaza was constantly filled with police officers, wondering how they could do this. At one point, before a match started, I watched as a teammate pull the gun to himself and pulled the trigger. He never respawned.

The plaza continued to spiral into chaos, buildings being shut down, people no longer stood outside and talked. There was a darkned vibe to the entire place, but this was the tip of the iceberg.

>it would make sense, wouldn't it?
Stopped reading

A few months after the first suicide, something went horribly wrong.

I had logged on, but instead of the normal cheery upbeat music, it was someone screaming. I pressed ZL and ZR as fast as I could, alarmed at the sound. It showed Marie, frantic as Callie stood up high on the catwalk, a rope around her neck. I watched as Marie screamed one more time, before Callie looked me right in the soul and then jumped off the edge, causing Marie to start sobbing as she swam over to Callie's lifeless body.

I was frightened (not really I'm not a fucking child) as I saw her lifeless body swing back and forth, just like that one girl who pushed me off the monkey bars when I was little (fuck you Rebecca). But I kept walking in the plaza towards the lobby, minding my own business as police swarmed the stairs, desparate to get to Callie. I played a few games, but everything was dull and the ink seemed like it was gray, also hyper realistic. I sighed, realizing I couldn't continue on with this game if this was how things would be.

I re-entered the plaza, when suddenly, I realized I wasn't in the center of the plaza, and instead on top of Inkopolis Tower. My inkling turned around towards me, blood running out of her eyes as she looked kinda depressed (more like mildly sad :\ ) (if you're wondering why the space is between the :/ and ), it's because it looked stupid squished together :/ ). She took one last look at me, before falling to her death, her body splatting and covering the police officers.

Anyways, I turned off the stupid fucking game. It wasn't even that fun.

So that's the story of what I think was an abnormal Splatoon game. I don't know, I've never seen another game of it, so I can't be sure. Also, don't tell me to look up Youtube vidoes of Splatoon game play, I don't want that shit in my recommended. Seriously though, fuck you Rebecca.

holy shit im fuckin sp00ked idk if I can sleep now lads

Keep your cancer in /ink/

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Does Marble Hornets count? And I thought Russia sleep experiment was alright.

ummmm this isn't a copypasta, this is my REAL story and it really happened to me lol............

>The maps sucked. I'm looking at you, Camp Triggerfish.

How old are you newfriend?

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