Finished Spring Break Giveaway

Enjoy this dank music, while you read this wall of text, please be sure to read through all the way to the end.

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With many of you guys already on spring break like myself, and those who have spring break coming up. This event is for those who have nothing to do but stay indoors and play video games. And what better way to play video games, than to play new ones, that you got.. for free!

This is a highly uneventful, boring giveaway that will leave you disappointed and wanting more. Sign up now with infinity chances to win! Psych, the odds are way worse than that, but hey, just write me a story to sign up. Or don't, I don't care. Even if you write "Scroobs is lame. The end." you're pretty much in line for a fantastic prize.

Rules

• Write me a story, there is no minimum or maximum text requirement.
• Must have Steam(which if you don't how do you play).
• Be cool, this is subjective, but regardless of your level of coolness, you will still be entered.
• Find out why my father doesn't love me.

The rules don't matter, you can write whatever you want and you'll probably still win.

Now for the exciting part.

Prizes

• 10 winners
• Each person chosen will be given a random steam key, each key includes a game(or does it).
• The winner can decide to give away their prize, or keep it.
• If the winner chooses to keep the game, they can then decide to keep it a secret, or to be told the contents.

So sign up now! You all have 3 days starting 10PM PST.

The deadline is 11:59PM PST, Thursday, March 17th.

 

One time, I ate a sandwich. The end.

 

Not mine, but I quite enjoyed this one.

Spoiler: Be warned, it's LONG!

A man is driving down the road and breaks down near a monastery.

He goes to the monastery, knocks on the door, and says, My car broke down.
Do you think I could stay the night?

the monks graciously accept him, feed him dinner, even fix his car.

As the man tries to fall asleep, he hears a strange sound.

The next morning, he asks the monks what the sound was, but they say,

We can't tell you. You're not a monk.

The man is disappointed but thanks them anyway and goes about his merry way.

Some years later,

The same man breaks down in front of the same monastery.

The monks again accept him, feed him, even fix his car.

That night, he hears the same strange noise that he had heard years earlier.

The next morning, he asks what it is, but the monks reply, We can't tell you. You're not a monk.

The man says, All right, all right. I'm dying to know.

If the only way I can find out what that sound was is to become a monk, how do I become a monk?

The monks reply, You must travel the earth and tell us how many blades of grass there are and the exact number of sand pebbles When you find these numbers,

you will become a monk.

The man sets about his task.

Some 4 to 5 years later, he returns and knocks on the door of the monastery.

He says,

I have traveled the earth and have found what you have asked for. There are

145,236,284,232 blades of grass and

231,281,219,999,129,382 sand pebbles on the earth.

The monks reply, Congratulations. You are now a monk.

We shall now show you the way to the sound.

The monks lead the man to a wooden door where the head monk says,

The sound is right behind that door.

The man reaches for the knob, but the door is locked.

He says, Real funny. May I have the key?

The monks give him the key, and he opens the door.

Behind the wooden door is another door made of stone.

The man demands the key to the stone door.

The monks give him the key, and he opens it, only to find a door made of ruby.

He demands another key from the monks, who provide it.

Behind that door is another door, this one made of sapphire,

So it went until the man had gone through doors of emerald,

silver,

topaz,

and amethyst.

Finally, the monks say, This is the last key to the last door.

The man is relieved to know end.

He unlocks the door,

turns the knob,

and behind that door he is amazed to find the source of that strange sound

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But he can't tell you what it is because you're not a monk

 

"whatever"

 

The highlight of my last spring break was finishing 3 large pizzas in about 20 minutes

 

The first time I met @Alisae i was like,
look at this noob imma rekt this noob

Then she harpoon me at the beginning of the rould, i was like are you serious m8

but its okay, i can have my sweet revenge next round

Then next round i sneak behind her and be like u r ded m8


Then she 360 no scoped me.
ok i quit

 

I turned into a potato while enjoying my french fries one day. The end.

 

Spoiler: Storeh

Today I realized, I was alone,
I woke up to the sound of silence...my mother wasnt downstairs making breakfast, my father wasnt at work, his car was still in the driveway.
I looked outside and there wasnt a single car driving by, no one leaving there homes, nothing...
I turned on the tv to see if the news channel could give me some answers, there wasnt a single working channel, nothing but static.
I got dressed and walked outside and started walking...hoping that I could fine someone to speak to but I found no one.
After minutes of seeing empty cars, empty houses, I got tired. I lied down on the grass and I started to think, why is this happening? Why am I the only one here? What did I do to be alone? I didnt know...
I got up and started walking untill I was in downtown, lots of cars with no one in them. I thought I could just jump in the nicest car I saw and just drive it without the cops , but whats the point, there's no fun in that.
I stood there in the middle of the street, wondering how is this possible, how could an entire city just dissapear, and leave me behind,
It was getting dark so I decided to go back home and think this through.
As I walked through the doorway I saw a man in a dark suit sitting on the living room couch
"wh..who are you?" I said
He sat there with a blank face, no emotion, nothing.
"where is everyone?" I asked
He smiled
I blinked and we were suddenly face to face, I couldnt hear him breathe.
He got closer and whisperd...
"T h e y ' r e d e a d "
Today I realized I was alone.

 

Your dad didn't leave you he's just still at the store

 

Once, there was a boy named Scroobs. His father didn't love him. But his entire GMod community did, and that's all he ever needed in life to be happy :smilie:

And insert something here about an ugly barnacle who was so ugly that everyone died.

Seriously though, no actual stories today RIP.

 

Once upon a time, they lived happily. Then they lived happily ever after.

 

Sarkastix was born. Sarkastix died

 

"Hey guys! Guess who is a Traitor!"
"KOS Miya-Chan!"
PAP! PAP!
Winchester rounds are spewn across the map.
Everyone's dead, missing an arm or even their head.
Miya-Chan wins.
The end.
Miya-Chan accepts sacrifices of Pepsi.
Those who giveth Pepsi gain good luck. XD

 

Spoiler: Story

*Stands up on bus* Elvis looks sternly at his opponent, Pothead Potato. Despite the fact that his name was Pothead Potato, he was not a pothead, nor was he a potato. Everyone on the bus went silent, for they knew what was to come. Pothead had been picking on Elvis for some time now, calling him baby, scared cat, wuss, but that was to go on no more. This was the moment that Elvis took back his name, and claimed victory over Pothead. In almost perfect sync, Elvis and Potato reached into their bags and pulled out a Duel Disk. Having a duel disk was an honor, for they were banned in most countries because of the damage it can cause. While slipping the Duel Disk on, Elvis thought to himself, "What if i win? I will be the most popular guy in school! No, dont let it get to your head Elvis." There was a soft *click* as the Disk locked. One after another, Elvis and potato swung their arm back, causing the Disk to open and snap in place with a *click*. Reaching into his bag, Elvis pulls out his deck. His grandfather built that deck when he was just a lad, and passed it on to Elvis when he was a lad, too. Pothead reached into his bag, pulled out his deck, and placed it into his Duel Disk. When he moved his hand, a card fell... It was a Black Eyes White Penis! A card so rare and so powerful, collectors will go bankrupt for just that one card. It was almost as if he dropped in on purpose. He bent over to pick it up, looked at Elvis, "whoops, my mistake. Haha!".....

To be continued.

 

Once upon a time, I saw a giveaway, that asked me to write a story, so I wrote a story about how I found the giveaway

 

At the hairdressers - Should I bring the machine back there? - No thanks , but preferably in the neck. The end.

 

You woke up.

It was all a dream.

Your father loved you all along.

 

I love you more than the next bum of a father. I got wrecked in the face with a dodge ball.

 

You're a memer and I'm a memer. Let's get married

 

Spoiler: my story

What the fuck did you just fucking say about me, you little bitch? I’ll have you know I graduated top of my class in the Navy Seals, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Al-Quaeda, and I have over 300 confirmed kills. I am trained in gorilla warfare and I’m the top sniper in the entire US armed forces. You are nothing to me but just another target. I will wipe you the fuck out with precision the likes of which has never been seen before on this Earth, mark my fucking words. You think you can get away with saying that shit to me over the Internet? Think again, fucker. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of spies across theUSA and your IP is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, maggot. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, kid. I can be anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my bare hands. Not only am I extensively trained in unarmed combat, but I have access to the entire arsenal of the United States Marine Corps and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable ass off the face of the continent, you little shit. If only you could have known what unholy retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have held your fucking tongue. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you goddamn idiot. I will shit fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, kiddo.