High Octane Nightmare Fuel Game

One tentacle begins to shoot out an acid with tentacle pheromones. It attracts more tentacles while burning you.

the tentacle form into ur dead girlfriend. u embrace her with happieness but then when she kisses u. ur entire body fill with incredible pain.

edited 12th Nov '10 6:04:40 PM by cutealien

you see ur girlfriend die again and the pain knocks you out after that you wake up in the room where your father beated you.

The walls begin to ooze digestive fluids. The room's features contort into amalgamations of human flesh and bone.

And you see forever in the walls that slowly peel away to reveal the absence of infinity, where you could see the universe rot, and the last hints of life fade out as your eyesight slowly grows weaker, from the walls that drag you into an world far worse than Hell itself. It is called TV Tropes.com.

A giant hand reaches out and pulls you into the bowels of the forum, known as fetishes. Several oddly proportioned, naked figures grin at you as they approach.

Their smiles grow until their mouths cover their entire faces, and the figures start grabbing at you with sharp, cold claws. They cling to you, your skin burning and peeling away as it makes contact with theirs. Without warning, they start violating you all at once, filling you with an intense, highly uncomfortable heat that causes your insides to feel as if they're about to explode.

An endless torrent of warm fluids bursts from your genitalia. All three of them. You begin to drown as you feel it flood into your wombs. Your suspended floating corpse spawns twelve eldritch children, each the embodiment of a paraphilia. The personification of necrophilia begins violating your body.

edited 12th Nov '10 9:02:07 PM by AngryScientist

He pulls a large butcher knife and begins to slowly cut away pieces of your skin, and eats each one. Finally, he's removed all the skin except that on your genitals, and starts carving designs into your penis, lapping the blood up while he does.

After he's done with your penis, he climbs into your vagina and beging etching intricate designs into the inner walls. He climbs even further in and ingrains his roots into your uterus. He drags his tendrils across the surface, cutting rifts into your flesh. You hear him speak in your sister's voice, age 8:

"I bore of you. And to think, nine more months before we can have a threesome."

Starting a new one. Let's see if we can have as little gorn as possible while still keeping it scary.

You get rickrolled.

It's a screamer.

Did I win the last one, then?

A low-pitched, black-tongue one.

The tongue then proceeds to rrrip your soul good, but then it ends up in your own very personal mind, and then the tongue extends into ...

A feeling of sameness. Everyone gets along. How dare you disturb the reigning peace?

That feeling of sameness goes away as soon as you wake up. You're in your bed, and you turn around to see Rick Astley.

edited 23rd Nov '10 8:57:15 AM by Counterclock

Rick Astley has the face of your aunt. You begin to freak out now that you're out of your "sleepy mode". Rick Astley's face begins to melt, as does the bed. You look to the walls, and they begin to close on you.

A hole, just big enough for you to crawl through, opens in one of the walls. As you frantically try to shove yourself into it, you notice it's lined with bloody razor blades. You start to scream in agony as they slice through every inch of your body, infecting you with who knows what kind of nasty diseases. Even in your intense pain, you keep crawling, desperately trying to reach the light at the end.

edited 23rd Nov '10 8:57:19 AM by Counterclock

The train slows down, going only a few miles an hour. Confused, you look backwards. The razor blade tunnel now goes on for several hundred yards. At the end is a gigantic vagina, made, of course, of bloody razor blades. Where the clitoris would normally be is the bloated, rotting, head of your mother. "Come to me..." it says in the voice of a thousand tortured souls, its tongue lolling out as one eyeball oozes down its face. You scream louder as the train hits you, slowly pushing you back through the razor blades and towards the hell-vagina.

ur best friend who was traped inside stops the train and turns into nothing and the clitoris closes and everything reterns to normal..... or does it?

Suddenly, Kool-aid man burst through the wall with a murderous look on his face. Red liquid splashes onto you, and you realize that it's blood, not Kool-Aid.

seriosly guys guts and sex dont always make good nightmare fuel.

A) The previous one was a lot less gory B) JESUS FUCKING CHRIST TYPE CORRECTLY