I know what you're gonna say.
"Where were you?"
"Taking a year off is for hipsters."
"You sucks. Since your website has not been updated, new gangs members have not been aware from the last orders. They're all dead now!!"

Maybe, and i assume beeing a jerk. But sometimes you just need to leave Steelport and have some blast on Stilwater's beach while enjoying Phuck.
Anyway, as you know, there was a contest last 31th october which was about writing stories doing LESS than 400 FUCKING words. Not 401. 400 or you were disqualify. Mine is 400 pile-poil. You can count.
So now you loosed you time doing this instead of using the statistics, here are the two and HALF creepypasta i wrote:

The Ghost of the HQ. (Alternative Ending 1)
The Ghost of the HQ. (Alternative Ending 2)
The Alpha-Copy.

I didn't won despite all of the kickbacks though, but i don't despair from beeing recognized as a great writer. Remember my name.

Ho, and i was about to forget something important:
Congrats!! If you read this it means we're in 2016 and you're still alive! HAPPY NEW YEAR, SAINTS!! comments powered by Disqus