Why back in my day, we didn't need no Slenderman. We just needed the Green Man. We didn't need no Tulpa nonsense for our folk monsters, we just needed downed power lines and childhood magic.
Kids these days don't have the childhood magic.
Get me my goddamn snuff, sonny! Grandpa Johnson can't talk without the snuff! Do I have to whip your ass into self-agency?
The weird thing is, that urban legend was somehow based on a rather nice gentleman who was horribly disfigured as a kid.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raymond_Robinson_%28Green_Man%29I'd feel kind of weird creating an evil otherworldly specter out of a perfectly decent regular guy with horrific power-line-induced deformities.
Here's one that I think has been described as a crappypasta....
SWEET APPLE MASSACRE!Seen as a far substandard, grosser, sicker successor to the MLP-FiM grimdark fic Cupcakes, this involves Big Mac, the Cutie Mark Crusaders and equine-pedophiliac rape-torture-murder-scat-urine-vomit-mutilation-gawd knows what else mess. Apparently a guy who played something like
W.O.W. or something and got mad at a brony who constantly beat him at the game. Pretty petty stuff. The brony in question had the screenname of "CutieMarkCrusader".