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BrandBox

3 weeks ago (edited by BrandBox 3 weeks ago) Moderator

The Horrific Shape

My grandfather was a very religious and conservative man, but a very intelligent and loving one as well. I distinctly remember from a young age, he’d sit me down and read me writings of his favorite authors. H.P. Boxcraft’s emphasis on the fear of the unknown, and Adolf Boxler’s inspiring words filled my mind while my peers at school were still learning the alphabet. He was the one family figure I still looked up to in my adult life, and I’m still not over his recent death.

After my first year of high school, I could finally breathe in and relax with the summer around me. My parents sent me out-of-state to live with my grandparents due to my awful behavior regarding my sexual actions towards the trees my neighbor planted (I couldn’t stop humping them). Little did they know, this was my master plan. I needed to spend more time with my grandfather. He was the only person older than me that I actually felt like I could relate to. One weekend, he told me “Brandy my boy, we’re goin’ camping!” This would’ve been the first time I went camping, so I was nothing less than excited. I remember eagerly packing my clothes into my school backpack, now with a new purpose of carrying my camping supplies, blissfully ignorant of what I and my grandfather would soon witness.

It was about 7:30, maybe 8:00 PM. Late enough to where the sky is dark but early enough where you aren’t ready for bed just yet. We were toasting marshmallows around a campfire, something I recommend everyone experience at least once in their life. The heat from the fire warmed my hands while I listened eagerly as my grandfather read his favorite horror novel from when he was my age… until we heard something from a bush not too far from us. Both of us made eye contact as we realized the rustle it made was too big to be any animal from the area. We heard a human-like groan as well. There must’ve been a solid 10 seconds of us just sitting in silence, feeling the occasional cold breeze from the air hitting our skin. Too fearful to know what’s in that bush.

What happened next was possibly the most unsettling thing I’ve ever experienced. What stood up from that bush… I don’t even know where to start when describing that “person”. It was like a box, yet was stretched vertically, having a prominent point on the top of it’s “head”. Four points at the bottom that slowly came together to form the large point I just mentioned. “It’s a fuckin’ trigger!” My grandfather yelled. This thing, which I will now refer to as a “Trigger”, started speaking to us. The diseased and degenerate slang it used was akin to nails on a chalkboard. “Shiieeet, you sum raycist ass brackas!” It spoke in it’s disgusting and vile voice towards us. Out of fear and instinct, we both ran off like our lives depended on it. I could hear the trigger chasing not too far from us, spouting it’s slang to lower our morale. “We wuz kangz n shiieet! Raycist fucks alwayz hurting triggas like us! Triangle lives matter!” Every word I heard from that trigger made me want to throw up. I still feel sick from hearing those words through my memories, and it’s awful. Luckily, we managed to escape the wretched thing. With it’s lower intelligence, it was unable to catch up with us when we started moving in abnormal ways. Zigzagging was our best friend here.

We got the fuck out of that woods and to my knowledge, both me and my grandfather haven’t been there since. We went back in the house and sat in silence trying to process what just occurred. “You know Brand, those are the same people who took my wife from me.” He told me in a shaky and deeply disturbed voice. I wasn’t able to do anything but nod slowly, knowing we narrowly escaped a trip to the afterlife.

I don’t recall sleeping that week.


degster

3 weeks ago Moderator

Remember, the scientific name for a box is Homo Cubicus.


BrandBox - go to this post

The Horrific Shape

My grandfather was a very religious and conservative man, but a very intelligent and loving one as well. I distinctly remember from a young age, he’d sit me down and read me writings of his favorite authors. H.P. Boxcraft’s emphasis on the fear of the unknown, and Adolf Boxler’s inspiring words filled my mind while my peers at school were still learning the alphabet. He was the one family figure I still looked up to in my adult life, and I’m still not over his recent death.

After my first year of high school, I could finally breathe in and relax with the summer around me. My parents sent me out-of-state to live with my grandparents due to my awful behavior regarding my sexual actions towards the trees my neighbor planted (I couldn’t stop humping them). Little did they know, this was my master plan. I needed to spend more time with my grandfather. He was the only person older than me that I actually felt like I could relate to. One weekend, he told me “Brandy my boy, we’re goin’ camping!” This would’ve been the first time I went camping, so I was nothing less than excited. I remember eagerly packing my clothes into my school backpack, now with a new purpose of carrying my camping supplies, blissfully ignorant of what I and my grandfather would soon witness.

It was about 7:30, maybe 8:00 PM. Late enough to where the sky is dark but early enough where you aren’t ready for bed just yet. We were toasting marshmallows around a campfire, something I recommend everyone experience at least once in their life. The heat from the fire warmed my hands while I listened eagerly as my grandfather read his favorite horror novel from when he was my age… until we heard something from a bush not too far from us. Both of us made eye contact as we realized the rustle it made was too big to be any animal from the area. We heard a human-like groan as well. There must’ve been a solid 10 seconds of us just sitting in silence, feeling the occasional cold breeze from the air hitting our skin. Too fearful to know what’s in that bush.

What happened next was possibly the most unsettling thing I’ve ever experienced. What stood up from that bush… I don’t even know where to start when describing that “person”. It was like a box, yet was stretched vertically, having a prominent point on the top of it’s “head”. Four points at the bottom that slowly came together to form the large point I just mentioned. “It’s a fuckin’ trigger!” My grandfather yelled. This thing, which I will now refer to as a “Trigger”, started speaking to us. The diseased and degenerate slang it used was akin to nails on a chalkboard. “Shiieeet, you sum raycist ass brackas!” It spoke in it’s disgusting and vile voice towards us. Out of fear and instinct, we both ran off like our lives depended on it. I could hear the trigger chasing not too far from us, spouting it’s slang to lower our morale. “We wuz kangz n shiieet! Raycist fucks alwayz hurting triggas like us! Triangle lives matter!” Every word I heard from that trigger made me want to throw up. I still feel sick from hearing those words through my memories, and it’s awful. Luckily, we managed to escape the wretched thing. With it’s lower intelligence, it was unable to catch up with us when we started moving in abnormal ways. Zigzagging was our best friend here.

We got the fuck out of that woods and to my knowledge, both me and my grandfather haven’t been there since. We went back in the house and sat in silence trying to process what just occurred. “You know Brand, those are the same people who took my wife from me.” He told me in a shaky and deeply disturbed voice. I wasn’t able to do anything but nod slowly, knowing we narrowly escaped a trip to the afterlife.

I don’t recall sleeping that week.


BrandBox - go to this post

The Horrific Shape

My grandfather was a very religious and conservative man, but a very intelligent and loving one as well. I distinctly remember from a young age, he’d sit me down and read me writings of his favorite authors. H.P. Boxcraft’s emphasis on the fear of the unknown, and Adolf Boxler’s inspiring words filled my mind while my peers at school were still learning the alphabet. He was the one family figure I still looked up to in my adult life, and I’m still not over his recent death.

After my first year of high school, I could finally breathe in and relax with the summer around me. My parents sent me out-of-state to live with my grandparents due to my awful behavior regarding my sexual actions towards the trees my neighbor planted (I couldn’t stop humping them). Little did they know, this was my master plan. I needed to spend more time with my grandfather. He was the only person older than me that I actually felt like I could relate to. One weekend, he told me “Brandy my boy, we’re goin’ camping!” This would’ve been the first time I went camping, so I was nothing less than excited. I remember eagerly packing my clothes into my school backpack, now with a new purpose of carrying my camping supplies, blissfully ignorant of what I and my grandfather would soon witness.

It was about 7:30, maybe 8:00 PM. Late enough to where the sky is dark but early enough where you aren’t ready for bed just yet. We were toasting marshmallows around a campfire, something I recommend everyone experience at least once in their life. The heat from the fire warmed my hands while I listened eagerly as my grandfather read his favorite horror novel from when he was my age… until we heard something from a bush not too far from us. Both of us made eye contact as we realized the rustle it made was too big to be any animal from the area. We heard a human-like groan as well. There must’ve been a solid 10 seconds of us just sitting in silence, feeling the occasional cold breeze from the air hitting our skin. Too fearful to know what’s in that bush.

What happened next was possibly the most unsettling thing I’ve ever experienced. What stood up from that bush… I don’t even know where to start when describing that “person”. It was like a box, yet was stretched vertically, having a prominent point on the top of it’s “head”. Four points at the bottom that slowly came together to form the large point I just mentioned. “It’s a fuckin’ trigger!” My grandfather yelled. This thing, which I will now refer to as a “Trigger”, started speaking to us. The diseased and degenerate slang it used was akin to nails on a chalkboard. “Shiieeet, you sum raycist ass brackas!” It spoke in it’s disgusting and vile voice towards us. Out of fear and instinct, we both ran off like our lives depended on it. I could hear the trigger chasing not too far from us, spouting it’s slang to lower our morale. “We wuz kangz n shiieet! Raycist fucks alwayz hurting triggas like us! Triangle lives matter!” Every word I heard from that trigger made me want to throw up. I still feel sick from hearing those words through my memories, and it’s awful. Luckily, we managed to escape the wretched thing. With it’s lower intelligence, it was unable to catch up with us when we started moving in abnormal ways. Zigzagging was our best friend here.

We got the fuck out of that woods and to my knowledge, both me and my grandfather haven’t been there since. We went back in the house and sat in silence trying to process what just occurred. “You know Brand, those are the same people who took my wife from me.” He told me in a shaky and deeply disturbed voice. I wasn’t able to do anything but nod slowly, knowing we narrowly escaped a trip to the afterlife.

I don’t recall sleeping that week.

I gave you an inch. You took a mile. PIECE OF SHIT


degster - go to this post

Remember, the scientific name for a box is Homo Cubicus.

in german it’s das cüben


I kind of expected the triangle to be Akefu, because of the brand pyramid account, lol.


BrandBox

3 weeks ago Moderator

Retard4 - go to this post

yes


Retard4 - go to this post

Lol get an attention span you fucking goldfish.


I would expect his name to be "box" instead of "brand"


BrandBox

3 weeks ago Moderator

Longo - go to this post

I would expect his name to be "box" instead of "brand"

My first name is Brand, my last name is Box.

BrandBox

3 weeks ago Moderator

Chan has agreed to becoming an author!

BrandBox

3 weeks ago Moderator

Adolf Hitler has agreed to becoming an author!


Chan

3 weeks ago (edited by Chan 3 weeks ago)

The dangers of 0

0 seems like a fine number, but introduce it to a site like geteso, and you get a whole load of problems. Putting "0-" or "0 /" or just "0" (patched) will make the convo extremely hard to access once you get off of it. Making an account with 0 in a separate place at the start of a username, will lock the account, making it impossible to log in to. Making a private convo and then adding the user "0" will send an error in the console.
In short, 0 is dangerous. Don't use it on Geteso.org.

Fun fact! Putting % into the member list will add random people! (admin is always first)

The account is stuck on unvalidated.

you cannot validate it.


BrandBox

3 weeks ago Moderator

Chan - go to this post

The dangers of 0

0 seems like a fine number, but introduce it to a site like geteso, and you get a whole load of problems. Putting "0-" or "0 /" or just "0" (patched) will make the convo extremely hard to access once you get off of it. Making an account with 0 in a separate place at the start of a username, will lock the account, making it impossible to log in to. Making a private convo and then adding the user "0" will send an error in the console.
In short, 0 is dangerous. Don't use it on Geteso.org.

The account is stuck on unvalidated. you cannot validate it.

Woah, really?

BrandBox

3 weeks ago Moderator

Deep esoTrivia.


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Woah, really?

yeah i brought it up with admin, he fixed it partially
though that account is dead, never to really be touched ever.


BrandBox

3 weeks ago Moderator

I was wondering, should I sticky this thread considering it’s going to be privated constantly? So like when a new story comes out people know


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