The Super Awesome SHOOT Thread ... OF DEATH~!!

Yeah, some ill shit is gunna go down. We're going to speak our minds. And ain't fuck you can do about it.

xoxoxSUPERFRIENDSxoxox

SUPER FRIENDS...UNITE~!!! Except Cujo, he's taking a nap, so he'll come later...

ECCW ... it's so good. It's the most 'succesful' thread in the whole Universe. And whilst Jarrett basks in all the glory, the real mastermind behind the phenomenom that is ECCW is left with diddly sqaut. As I'm sure you all know, Jarrett, Richie and Patty started up ECCW with Adrian Cuthbert taking over from Patty soon after the beginning of it. Jarrett heralded it as his own idea ... BUT IT WAS NOT~!! However you can't blame Jarrett as he was only acting under orders. Not from Richie or Patty or even that dyslexic dude Adrian but from the true creator of ECCW ... ME! That's right, one night I sent an e-mail to Jarrett, Richie and Patty outlining my plan for a complete takeover of the CAW wrestling world. In it included a timeline and a breakdown of what was to happen on EVERY SINGLE SHOW AND PPV from day one all the way up to this feud with EFNW! I am responsible for everything ECCW does and will continue to do. Jarrett is merely a puppet and I am the true master. I was happy to live a hidden life but I slowly noticed Jarrett was destroying my beautiful project. Basically everything you like about ECCW or everything you liked was in my plan two years ago but everything that was average or not liked is all JARRETT'S FAULT! Except Adrian, I had to employ him due to some equal rights for people suffering with dyslexia shit. So I'm exposing Jarrett for what he truly is - a fraud living off somebody elses ideas. The motherfucker.

Holy shit.

lol

CL Punk wrote:

SUPER FRIENDS...UNITE~!!! Except Cujo, he's taking a nap, so he'll come later...

*TJ shows up, beer in hand and sitting on a couch*

...Why are you guys in my apartment?

TJ, The Creator wrote:

CL Punk wrote:

SUPER FRIENDS...UNITE~!!! Except Cujo, he's taking a nap, so he'll come later...

*TJ shows up, beer in hand and sitting on a couch*

...Why are you guys in my apartment?

I thought we were in mine?

CL Punk wrote:

TJ, The Creator wrote:

CL Punk wrote:

SUPER FRIENDS...UNITE~!!! Except Cujo, he's taking a nap, so he'll come later...

*TJ shows up, beer in hand and sitting on a couch*

...Why are you guys in my apartment?

I thought we were in mine?

My eyes did that red glowing thing they do when you unite us. I don't even know what's going on...

TJ, The Creator wrote:

CL Punk wrote:

TJ, The Creator wrote:

CL Punk wrote:

SUPER FRIENDS...UNITE~!!! Except Cujo, he's taking a nap, so he'll come later...

*TJ shows up, beer in hand and sitting on a couch*

...Why are you guys in my apartment?

I thought we were in mine?

My eyes did that red glowing thing they do when you unite us. I don't even know what's going on...

Yea. I'm pretty sure I flew through a condo full of people while coming for the uniting. It exploded behind me, but I didn't look back, so I'm not sure how much of them lived.

John TPA wrote:

Holy shit.

Jarrett wrote:

lol

This is only the tip of the iceberg. When the Superfriends completely unite - we'll shoot on everything.

PS - Marik, TJ should be a super friend as well. He's probably better at morphing into things than Holly

God V2 wrote:

John TPA wrote:

Holy shit.

Jarrett wrote:

lol

This is only the tip of the iceberg. When the Superfriends completely unite - we'll shoot on everything.

PS - Marik, TJ should be a super friend as well. He's probably better at morphing into things than Holly

I'm not a Super Friend? You cunts.

Patty, like a hamburger. A hamburger.

You wanna know something? I said, "DO YOU WANT TO KNOW SOMETHING?" Too bad, because I don't give a fuck if you wanna know, I'm gonna spit this shit out anyway, then do your mom. ANYWAYS... Much like Adam, I too have grown tired of standing by. Though no one probably noticed it, I was on WWE Universe long - very long before I actually started RP'ing. I was around at the time of Fan Nation and the birth of one of the supposed greatest CAWs ever...Hardcore Demon. Now, you may say, "what does that big stupid doodoo head have to do with this shoot-thing?" Well, kid...shut the fuck up and I'll tell you. The reason it took me so long to come around to RP'ing is because I was disgraced. By whom? The...thing...I just said...Hardcore Demon. Now, this was before he brought the shovel down on me, no, this was much more sinister. For, you see, when I caught wind of the creation of CWW by Cau-something-whatever-fuck, I contacted him and sent him an idea for a character. What character exactly? HARDCORE DEMON~!! THAT'S RIGHT, I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE ORIGINAL HARDCORE DEMON~!! But, somewhere, Mitch...MITCH~!!, he got his nose into Cau-something-whatever-fuck's nose and with their TWO NOSES~!! they stole the gimmick from me~!! THEY STOLE MY GIMMICK~!! I was the one who was supposed to bury everyone and be a monster who doesn't sell for anyone!! ME~!! IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ME, DAMMIT~!! WHAT THE HELL IS THIS SHIT~!?? TELL ME~!!

...and so, scarred, I decided to pretend like it never happened, and eventually channel all my creative juices and frustrations into something far, far, FAR, FFFAAAAARRRRR, better....SSSSSUUUUURRRRRGGGGGEEEEE~!!! But even then, it was too much. Hardcore Demon's power had grown since he was TAKEN FROM ME~!! and he had become a true monster. He had everyone paid off, all his knives in the right basket, and by now, he had friends who were doing the exact same thing. HARDCORE DEMON CLONES~!! That too was my idea!! MY IDEA~!! And you know what else was my idea?! BLACK HARDCORE DEMON CLONES TO CEMENT THAT I WASN'T RACIST, BUT WERE SOMEHOW RELATED TO HARDCORE DEMON~!!

Eventually, I grew tired of this shit and left, for a far better place...the CWA. A place where those faggots Michael DeJesus and Harry Jones followed me. But you know what? This time, I have truly become Hardcore Demon. After an eight-month winning/raping streak...I HAVE BECOME THE TRUE HARDCORE DEMON~!! MWAHAAHAHAHAH~!! And there is nothing anyone can do...TO STOP ME~!!

I too have a confession

I want to start off by saying that if you want an answer at the end, prepare to be disappointed. There isn’t one.
I was an intern at Nickelodeon Studios for a year in 2005 for my degree in animation. It wasn’t paid, of course, but most internships aren’t. It did have some perks beyond education, though. To adults, it might not seem like a big one, but most kids at the time would have shit themselves over it. Since I worked directly with the editors and animators, I got to view the new episodes days before they were aired.
I’ll get right to it without giving too many unnecessary details. They had very recently made the Spongebob movie, and the entire staff was somewhat sapped of creativity, so it took them a little longer to start up the new season, but the delay lasted longer for more upsetting reasons. There was a problem with the season four premiere that set everyone and everything back for several months.
Two other interns and I were in the editing room along with the lead animators and sound editors for the final cut. We received the copy that was supposed to be “Fear of a Krabby Patty,” and gathered around the screen to watch. Now, given that it isn’t final yet, animators often put up a mock title card as a little inside joke, with phony, often times lewd titles, such as “How Sex Doesn’t Work” instead of “Rock-a-by-Bialve”, the episode where Spongebob and Patrick adopt a baby Sea Scallop. There’s nothing particularly funny except for a few work-related chuckles. So, when we saw the title card, “Squidward’s Suicide,” we didn’t think it more than a morbid joke. One of the interns did a small throat laugh at it. The happy-go-lucky music played as normal.
The story began with Squidward practicing his clarinet, hitting a few sour notes as normal. We hear Spongebob laughing outside and Squidward stops, yelling at him to keep it down as he had a concert that night and needed to practice. Spongebob complies and goes to see Sandy with Patrick. The bubbles splash screen comes up and we see the ending of Squidward’s concert. This is where things begin to seem off. While playing, a few frames repeat themselves, but the sound doesn’t (at this point, sound is synced up with animation, so yes that’s not common), but when he stops playing the sound finishes as if the skip never happened. There is a slight murmuring in the crowd before they begin to boo him. This wasn’t the normal cartoon booing that’s common in the show. You could clearly hear malice in it. Squidward was in full frame and looked visibly afraid. The shot goes to the crowd, with Spongebob in center frame. He, too, is booing, which is very much unlike him. That isn’t the oddest thing, though. What’s odd is that everyone had hyper-realistic eyes. They were very detailed. They weren’t shots of real peoples’ eyes, but something a bit more real than CGI. The pupils were read, too. Some of us looked at each other, obviously confused, but since we weren’t the writers we didn’t question its appeal to children… yet.
The shot goes to Squidward as he sat on the edge of his bed, looking very forlorn. The view out of his porthole window was of a night sky, so it wasn’t very long after the concert. At this point, there was no sound. There was LITERALLY no sound. There wasn’t even feedback from the speakers in the room. It was as if the speakers were turned off, though their status showed them working perfectly. He simply sat there, blinking, in this silence for about thirty seconds, until he began to sob softly. He put his tentacles over his eyes and cried quietly for a full minute more, all the while a sound in the background slowly growing from nothing to barely audible. It sounded like a slight breeze through a forest.
The screen slowly began to zoom in on his face. By slowly, I mean it was only noticeable if you look at shots ten seconds apart side by side. His sobbing got louder and more full of hurt and anger. The screen twitches a bit for a split second, as if it twisted in on itself, then returned to normal. The wind-through-the-trees sound got slowly louder and more severe, as if a storm was brewing somewhere. The eerie part was that this sound and Squidward’s sobbing sounded real, as if the sound wasn’t coming from the speakers but as if the speakers were holes the sound was coming through from the other side. As good quality as the studio likes to have, they don’t purchase the equipment to be that good to produce sound of that quality.
Below the sound of the wind and sobbing – very faint – something sounded like laughing. It came at odd intervals and never lasted more than a second, so you had a hard time pinning it. After 30 seconds of this, the screen blurred and twitched violently as something flashed over the screen – as if one single frame was replaced. The lead animation editor paused and rewound frame by frame, and what we saw was horrible. It was a still photo of a dead child. He couldn’t have been more than six years old. The face was mangled and bloodied, and one eye was popped and dangling over his upturned face. He was naked, down to his underwear, and his stomach was crudely cut open with his entrails lying beside him. He was lying on some pavement that was probably a road. The most upsetting part was that there was the shadow of the photographer. There was no crime tape, no evidence bags or markers, and the angle was completely off for a shot designed to be evidence. It would seem the photographer was the person responsible for the child’s death.
We were, of course, mortified, but pressed on, hoping it was just a sick joke. The screen flipped back to Squidward, still sobbing. He was louder than before, and only half of his body was in the frame. There was now what appeared to be blood running down his face from his eyes. The blood was also done in a hyperrealistic style; looking as if you touched it you’d get blood on your fingers. The wind sounded now as if it were a gale blowing through a forest; there were even snapping sounds of branches. The laughing, a deep baritone, lasted at longer intervals and came more frequently. After about twenty seconds, the screen again twisted and showed a single frame photo. The editor was reluctant to go back, as we all were, but he knew he had to.
This time, the photo was that of what appeared to be a little girl no older than the first child. She was lying on her stomach, her barrettes in a pool of blood next to her. Her left eye was, too, popped out, and she was naked except for underpants. Her entrails were piled on top of her above a crude cut along her back. Again, the body was on the street and the photographer’s shadow was visible. It was very similar in size and shape to the first. I had to choke back vomit and one intern, the only female in the room, ran out.
The show resumed. About five seconds after this second photo played, all sound stopped, like it was when this scene started. He put his tentacles down and his eyes were done in hyperrealism like the others were in the beginning of this episode. They were bleeding, bloodshot, and pulsating. He stared at the screen, as if watching the viewer. After ten seconds, he started sobbing, though not covering his eyes. The sound was piercing and loud, and most fear inducing of all was his sobbing; it was mixed with screams. Tears and blood were dripping down his face at a heavy rate. The wind sound came back, and so did the deep-voiced laughing. The next still photo lasted for a good five frames. The animator was able to stop it on the fourth and backed up. This time, the photo was of a boy, about the same age as the other children, but the scene was different. The entrails were just being pulled out from a stomach wound by a large hand, and the right eye was popped and dangling with blood trickling down it. The animator proceeded. It was hard to believe, but the next one was different, though we couldn’t tell how. He went on to the next, and it was the same thing. Then he went back to the first and played them quicker. I lost it, vomiting on the floor.
The animating and sound editors were gasping at the screen. The five frames were not as if they were five different photos. They were played out as if they were frames from a video. We saw the hand slowly lift out the guts, we saw the kid’s eyes focus on it, and we even saw two frames of the kid beginning to blink. The lead sound editor told us to stop. He had to call in the creator to see it. Mr. Hillenburg arrived within fifteen minutes. He was confused as to why he was called down there, so the editor continued the episode.
Once the few frames were shown, all screaming, all sound again stopped. Squidward was staring at the viewer, his entire face in the frame, for about three seconds. The shot quickly panned out and that deep voice said, “DO IT.” The next thing we see is a shotgun in Squidward’s hands. He immediately puts the gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger. Realistic blood and brain matter splattered the wall and bed behind him, and he flies back from the force. The last five seconds of the episode show his body on the bed, on his side, with one eye dangling on what’s left of his head above the floor, staring blankly at it. Then the episode ends.
Mr. Hillenburg was obviously angry about it. He demanded to know what the hell was going on. Most people left the room at that point, so it was just a handful of us to watch it again. Viewing the episode twice only served to imprint the entirety of it into my mind and caused me horrible nightmares. I’m sorry I stayed.
The only theory we could think of was that someone in the chain from the drawing studio to here edited the file. The CTO was called in to analyze when it happened. The analysis of the file did show it was edited over by new material, however, the timestamp of it happening was a mere 24 seconds before we began viewing it. All equipment involved was examined for foreign software and hardware, as well as glitches – as if the time stamp may have glitched and showed the wrong time – but everything checked out fine. We don’t know what happened, and to this day, nobody does. There was an investigation due to the nature of the photos, but nothing came of it. No child seen was identified and no clues were gathered from the data involved or physical clues in the photos. I never believed in unexplainable phenomena before, but now that I have… If something happens and I can’t prove anything about it beyond anecdotal evidence, I think twice about things.

And then I joined the WWE U, but that's another story for another day...

TJ, The Creator wrote:

I too have a confession

I want to start off by saying that if you want an answer at the end, prepare to be disappointed. There isn’t one.
I was an intern at Nickelodeon Studios for a year in 2005 for my degree in animation. It wasn’t paid, of course, but most internships aren’t. It did have some perks beyond education, though. To adults, it might not seem like a big one, but most kids at the time would have shit themselves over it. Since I worked directly with the editors and animators, I got to view the new episodes days before they were aired.
I’ll get right to it without giving too many unnecessary details. They had very recently made the Spongebob movie, and the entire staff was somewhat sapped of creativity, so it took them a little longer to start up the new season, but the delay lasted longer for more upsetting reasons. There was a problem with the season four premiere that set everyone and everything back for several months.
Two other interns and I were in the editing room along with the lead animators and sound editors for the final cut. We received the copy that was supposed to be “Fear of a Krabby Patty,” and gathered around the screen to watch. Now, given that it isn’t final yet, animators often put up a mock title card as a little inside joke, with phony, often times lewd titles, such as “How Sex Doesn’t Work” instead of “Rock-a-by-Bialve”, the episode where Spongebob and Patrick adopt a baby Sea Scallop. There’s nothing particularly funny except for a few work-related chuckles. So, when we saw the title card, “Squidward’s Suicide,” we didn’t think it more than a morbid joke. One of the interns did a small throat laugh at it. The happy-go-lucky music played as normal.
The story began with Squidward practicing his clarinet, hitting a few sour notes as normal. We hear Spongebob laughing outside and Squidward stops, yelling at him to keep it down as he had a concert that night and needed to practice. Spongebob complies and goes to see Sandy with Patrick. The bubbles splash screen comes up and we see the ending of Squidward’s concert. This is where things begin to seem off. While playing, a few frames repeat themselves, but the sound doesn’t (at this point, sound is synced up with animation, so yes that’s not common), but when he stops playing the sound finishes as if the skip never happened. There is a slight murmuring in the crowd before they begin to boo him. This wasn’t the normal cartoon booing that’s common in the show. You could clearly hear malice in it. Squidward was in full frame and looked visibly afraid. The shot goes to the crowd, with Spongebob in center frame. He, too, is booing, which is very much unlike him. That isn’t the oddest thing, though. What’s odd is that everyone had hyper-realistic eyes. They were very detailed. They weren’t shots of real peoples’ eyes, but something a bit more real than CGI. The pupils were read, too. Some of us looked at each other, obviously confused, but since we weren’t the writers we didn’t question its appeal to children… yet.
The shot goes to Squidward as he sat on the edge of his bed, looking very forlorn. The view out of his porthole window was of a night sky, so it wasn’t very long after the concert. At this point, there was no sound. There was LITERALLY no sound. There wasn’t even feedback from the speakers in the room. It was as if the speakers were turned off, though their status showed them working perfectly. He simply sat there, blinking, in this silence for about thirty seconds, until he began to sob softly. He put his tentacles over his eyes and cried quietly for a full minute more, all the while a sound in the background slowly growing from nothing to barely audible. It sounded like a slight breeze through a forest.
The screen slowly began to zoom in on his face. By slowly, I mean it was only noticeable if you look at shots ten seconds apart side by side. His sobbing got louder and more full of hurt and anger. The screen twitches a bit for a split second, as if it twisted in on itself, then returned to normal. The wind-through-the-trees sound got slowly louder and more severe, as if a storm was brewing somewhere. The eerie part was that this sound and Squidward’s sobbing sounded real, as if the sound wasn’t coming from the speakers but as if the speakers were holes the sound was coming through from the other side. As good quality as the studio likes to have, they don’t purchase the equipment to be that good to produce sound of that quality.
Below the sound of the wind and sobbing – very faint – something sounded like laughing. It came at odd intervals and never lasted more than a second, so you had a hard time pinning it. After 30 seconds of this, the screen blurred and twitched violently as something flashed over the screen – as if one single frame was replaced. The lead animation editor paused and rewound frame by frame, and what we saw was horrible. It was a still photo of a dead child. He couldn’t have been more than six years old. The face was mangled and bloodied, and one eye was popped and dangling over his upturned face. He was naked, down to his underwear, and his stomach was crudely cut open with his entrails lying beside him. He was lying on some pavement that was probably a road. The most upsetting part was that there was the shadow of the photographer. There was no crime tape, no evidence bags or markers, and the angle was completely off for a shot designed to be evidence. It would seem the photographer was the person responsible for the child’s death.
We were, of course, mortified, but pressed on, hoping it was just a sick joke. The screen flipped back to Squidward, still sobbing. He was louder than before, and only half of his body was in the frame. There was now what appeared to be blood running down his face from his eyes. The blood was also done in a hyperrealistic style; looking as if you touched it you’d get blood on your fingers. The wind sounded now as if it were a gale blowing through a forest; there were even snapping sounds of branches. The laughing, a deep baritone, lasted at longer intervals and came more frequently. After about twenty seconds, the screen again twisted and showed a single frame photo. The editor was reluctant to go back, as we all were, but he knew he had to.
This time, the photo was that of what appeared to be a little girl no older than the first child. She was lying on her stomach, her barrettes in a pool of blood next to her. Her left eye was, too, popped out, and she was naked except for underpants. Her entrails were piled on top of her above a crude cut along her back. Again, the body was on the street and the photographer’s shadow was visible. It was very similar in size and shape to the first. I had to choke back vomit and one intern, the only female in the room, ran out.
The show resumed. About five seconds after this second photo played, all sound stopped, like it was when this scene started. He put his tentacles down and his eyes were done in hyperrealism like the others were in the beginning of this episode. They were bleeding, bloodshot, and pulsating. He stared at the screen, as if watching the viewer. After ten seconds, he started sobbing, though not covering his eyes. The sound was piercing and loud, and most fear inducing of all was his sobbing; it was mixed with screams. Tears and blood were dripping down his face at a heavy rate. The wind sound came back, and so did the deep-voiced laughing. The next still photo lasted for a good five frames. The animator was able to stop it on the fourth and backed up. This time, the photo was of a boy, about the same age as the other children, but the scene was different. The entrails were just being pulled out from a stomach wound by a large hand, and the right eye was popped and dangling with blood trickling down it. The animator proceeded. It was hard to believe, but the next one was different, though we couldn’t tell how. He went on to the next, and it was the same thing. Then he went back to the first and played them quicker. I lost it, vomiting on the floor.
The animating and sound editors were gasping at the screen. The five frames were not as if they were five different photos. They were played out as if they were frames from a video. We saw the hand slowly lift out the guts, we saw the kid’s eyes focus on it, and we even saw two frames of the kid beginning to blink. The lead sound editor told us to stop. He had to call in the creator to see it. Mr. Hillenburg arrived within fifteen minutes. He was confused as to why he was called down there, so the editor continued the episode.
Once the few frames were shown, all screaming, all sound again stopped. Squidward was staring at the viewer, his entire face in the frame, for about three seconds. The shot quickly panned out and that deep voice said, “DO IT.” The next thing we see is a shotgun in Squidward’s hands. He immediately puts the gun in his mouth and pulls the trigger. Realistic blood and brain matter splattered the wall and bed behind him, and he flies back from the force. The last five seconds of the episode show his body on the bed, on his side, with one eye dangling on what’s left of his head above the floor, staring blankly at it. Then the episode ends.
Mr. Hillenburg was obviously angry about it. He demanded to know what the hell was going on. Most people left the room at that point, so it was just a handful of us to watch it again. Viewing the episode twice only served to imprint the entirety of it into my mind and caused me horrible nightmares. I’m sorry I stayed.
The only theory we could think of was that someone in the chain from the drawing studio to here edited the file. The CTO was called in to analyze when it happened. The analysis of the file did show it was edited over by new material, however, the timestamp of it happening was a mere 24 seconds before we began viewing it. All equipment involved was examined for foreign software and hardware, as well as glitches – as if the time stamp may have glitched and showed the wrong time – but everything checked out fine. We don’t know what happened, and to this day, nobody does. There was an investigation due to the nature of the photos, but nothing came of it. No child seen was identified and no clues were gathered from the data involved or physical clues in the photos. I never believed in unexplainable phenomena before, but now that I have… If something happens and I can’t prove anything about it beyond anecdotal evidence, I think twice about things.

And then I joined the WWE U, but that's another story for another day...

Lulz, without even reading this I knew what it was about. Nice choice, my friend.

Fank yew.

I too, have a frightening story I wish to share...

So ur with ur honey and yur making out wen the phone rigns. U anser it n the vioce is “wut r u doing wit my daughter?” U tell ur girl n she say “my dad is ded”. THEN WHO WAS PHONE?

It was me.

I am shocked..

But anyways, Surge > Hardcore Demon soo much.

Agreed

But still...

That is scary..

Im not cool enough to be a Super Friend...

TJ, The Creator wrote:

But anyways, Surge > Hardcore Demon soo much.

...WITH A BRICK~!!

John TPA wrote:

Agreed

But still...

That is scary..

I laughed, to be honest...

Cujo Mark wrote:

Im not cool enough to be a Super Friend...

So get out.

can I be a superfriend... sidekick?

The Legend of Casey wrote:

can I be a superfriend... sidekick?

Yes, son. Yes, you can. NOW DO SUPERFRIEND...sidekick...STUFF~!!