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FPRT Creepypasta 1 > There are certain rules in this world that we must abide by.FPRT Creepypasta 1 by ~TehWritingGenie
MAX: Don't talk about Fight Club! No pooftahs! Expand or die! And whatever you do, don't cross the streams!
> We don't always agree with them, and they rarely agree with us, but if we are to survive to see tomorrow,
> we need to place our personal feelings aside and just accept things for what they are.
MAX: Look, Sam! I'm in a constant state of NOT doing that!
> Take rule #86, for instance.
SAM: I'm sorry, but bribing an officer is against the law, Mr. Story.
> Rule #86 states that every time someone speaks your name, it creates a duplicate of you.
> Consider that
Manhattan, 1938 By the time Officer Faulk was able to break open the door, Ed Dowd was dead, slumped against the back room's far wall of his Manhattan tenement, directly under a stained white curtain that billowed in the wind from the open window. His head was hanging limp, and every few seconds a drop of blood fell from his mouth to the floor, forming a small red puddle on the grimy hardwood paneling.Manhattan, 1938 by ~TehWritingGenie
Faulk ran his hand through his black hair and turned back to the doorway to the woman who reported the gunshots. She was standing by the main door in a state of shock, as pale as alabaster. Officer Faulk walked back into the hallway to comfort her and call
The Scarab Strikes It was midnight when Gilbert Fairfax finally found his Manhattan tenement, drunk. With a clumsy traipse, he placed his car keys on the kitchen counter and tumbled into the back room, where he collapsed. He was asleep -- or, rather, unconscious -- before he hit the ground.The Scarab Strikes by ~TehWritingGenie
The first thing Gilbert saw when he awoke was how the morning sunlight flooded the apartment's sole window.
"Oh, good," said a huge black mass, standing beside that very window, out of the way of that very light. It was one with the shadows, and didn't seem so much as a physical body as a disembodied voice rising from the darkness. The voice was as loud as it was clear
Arland Strange's Legacy Renowned nation-wide for his brilliant mind, Doctor Arland Strange was a career student for most of his life. In the span of just under seventy years, he graduated from twelve major universities in the United States and Britain, he became a doctor of medicine and a prodigy in several major branches of engineering and he lectured in several different subjects in all of the Ivy League and the Universities of Cambridge, Oxford and London. He was described in his heyday as the greatest renaissance man since Leonardo da Vinci, and by the end of his life, he had acquired so many titles, honorables and credentials that he likely surpassed even theArland Strange's Legacy by ~TehWritingGenie
