Even for me, this was fucked up. Thanks to WeinerlessSteve for submitting these hilarious corruptions. Edited from my live corruption stream on www.vinesauce.com
You know, I sometimes wonder how a game could even be corrupted like this. I understand textures bugging out or models snapping in weird ways. But THIS... I don't even know. These models are MORPHING... how does that even happen? *Edit:* Now that I think about it, it could have something to do with the mass of polygons... but still, I wonder how some of this stuff happens
1:23 One of my favorite moments of Vinny. "Ernie, you're my last hope." *Ernie becomes one with the void.* NOOOOO!!! Just the pure fear in his heart gets me.
Cosmic eggs these guys who think are smartasses these days, we live in 4 dimensions, 3 spacial and 1 temporal, when people say 4th dimension they are usually referring to the 4th spacial dimension which we don't experience.
Rainbow Doodler209 i hate these people that whenever someone says 4th dimensions they think they are very smart and say "oh but don't you know that the 4th dimension is actually time" specially if it ruins a joke like this one.
GoldKnightProduction igjhkniuytufhgvnbmjuiytrsdfgcvbjkiuoy7trydtgfBENDROWNED&COuoyiukhloipuygfhjbnjkiugjELMOhjhiytufhgcvnbmkjuoyitufyhgvbjANDuoyigjhbknouyiugfhcvHISFRIENDSuhkjkiouyigvbnjuytfh Go on a underwater adventure? WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!! *Ben Drowned & His Friends Joined The Team*
Howdy, would you like to go to the alphabet farm and pick ļ̸̧̢̧̢̡̧̢̨̢̢̨̡̨̧̧̨̡̡̡̢̡̢̡̛̛̛̛̛̛͙͔̙͓͔͚̺̼̱̹̺͍̲̞̩̖͇̻̜͕̫̲͇͖͕̰͍͔͎̻̯͙͙͙̻̹͚̳̞̯̤̱̖̬͕̰̻̥̖͔͎̲̼̣̬̬̜͚̘̮̣̤̺̘̺̭͍͇̲͈͖͎̙̝̥̗͈̗͓͉̲͔̞͙̙̣̭̤̼͈̼͙̘̥̬̙͕̯̹̯͙̥̙͙̦͕͙̲̩̺̫̥̮̘̘͍̦̹̣̙̻̱͇͖̬̭͙̳͍͍̗̺̮̗̻̲͈̤͈̰̩͖̠̱̰͇̝̪̤͈̼̝̘̠̩͇̗̜̩̮͙̝̭̙͎̳̩̺̣̼̟̱̩̥̙̪̗̩̭̩͙͔͖̺̘͔̞͙̻͔̤͓͔̩̖̖̼͔̱̺̻̲͔̥̰̱̬̞̣̙͎̘̗͇͊́͒̈́̓̊̆̒̔̇̽̈́͐̊̒̒̂͒͒̌̅̄̀̈̑͐̍͒̊̇͑̈́͗̅́̾̐́̌̃͑̓̿̈́̾͒̋̒̎̽̈́̌̊̌͌̒̈́͂̃̊̃̈́̾̈͒͒̍̋̓́̍͐̿̋̉͊͒̋̓̉̎̐̌͋̔̈́̓͗̄̍̉̾͂̏̓̍̽̏̈́̍̾̐̃͗̐̄́̽̈́̀͆͒́͗͊͒̉̎̀́͆̇̏͑͒̎͊̉͋́̅͌̀̎̈́́̄̈̊͑͗̌̃̌̊͊͆͊́̐̽̿͊̾̔͋́̏̈́͌̊̋̿͌͊̽̓̀̔̉̊̾̍͂͐͆̽̎̈́̈̚̚̚͘̕̚̕̚̚͘̚͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͠͝͠͠͠ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅė̷̡̢̢̢̨̧̧̧̛̛̛̛̛̛̮̳̣̤̣̳͖̫̜̟̥̮̼͙̖̭̪͓̞̗͍̩̤̜͍̬̪̣̺̫̦̘̥͎̺͎͉̩͍͉̳̣̝̠͉͔̟̦̯͔̪͙̝̬̘͔͍͚̬̼̣̟̻̻̬̰͉̗͈͙̼̭̮͔̏̄̇̐̈́͋̆̍̓̈̒̿̀̓͒͗̈́̈́̑͆̅̿̑̂̾̎̑̈́͗̌͐̔͂̆̑̂͒̎̓̊̇̍̿͆̇͒̀͒͋̊̀̊͂̈́̎̾̆͗̽̀͒́͐́̓̄͊̄͋́̈̃͗̀͛̾̐͛͒̆͗̏͒̆͛̍̐͛̾̈͋̂́̅́̿̈́͒̅̀̏̅͛͐̉̈́͒̉̆̆̽̅͐͑̀̃̍̃̆͗̔͑̅̐̇́̄̓̈̔̒̑̌̀͋̀͒̿̀̏͗̑͒̍̉͂̑͑̽͋͌̊͋̐͂̈́͑̅͛̓̎̈́͒͂̋͒͆̊̈́̋́̎́͆̒͊̃́̽̑̊͋͒̉͂͊͒̋̈́̈́̅̀̾͑̿͆͛̈́̎̑̃̍̓̓̓́̈̋͌̌̒̈͌̃̊͆̂̑̀͗̾̾̎͋́̊̑̓̂̊͒̉̍̈́͗͒͒̅͂̍̽͑͆̆̔̀͆͐͌͑̿͘̚̕̕͘̚͘͘̕̕̕͘̚͘̚͜͜͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͝͠͝͝͝͠͝͝t̵̨̢̢̡̢̨̢̧̛̛̤̻͍̪̳̮͔̟̝͕͙̱͍̣̝͈͎̠͉͎̤̻͇͈̜̰̖̼̳͈̤̣̠̗͕̭͈̠̪͕̯̲̯̙͍̊̍̄̃́͆̒̆̎̈́̋͗̇̊͋̈́͌̑̿̌̐̌͐͐̐̃̇̇͑͑͂̈́̎̿̐͌̑̄̊̀̀̈́͒̍̒͐͂̒͛͐̄̂̾̊̌͛̈̓͛͗̓͌̅̏̂̂͛͒̐̈̀̚̕̕̕͜͠͝͠͝ͅt̸̢̨̢̧̢̧̧̧̨̢̨̡̨̡̡̢̡̨̢̨̡̡̛̛̛̛̛̛̛̲̪͎̱̗͖͉͔͎̹͕͇̞̞͉͇̩̰̭̣̜͉͚̜̦̻͚̣̝͍̻͈̘̥̦̥̟̱̼̖̼̦̤̞͓̗̤̬̼̼̥̻̖͍̤̙̱̻̫̳͕̲̰͓̥͍̯͉̯͙͎̫͎̺͕̠̪͕̪̤̳͎͍̹͍̜̳͈̜̠̻͇͎͙̘̘͚̳̮͇̜̺̳̰͇͉̪͓̝̘̣͙͍͖̼̠̼͕̰̬̳̯̠͎͖̻̙͖̟͇̣͚̟͙͇̖͔̘̗̤̻̻̩̼͇̣̭͕͎̪̮̯̖͇͔̐̈́́͋̽̔̽͋̈́̒̌̒̔̓̋̅̔͌̆̽͌̏̉̒̀̑͗̓̎̄͌̈́́̋̂̐̇͛̓̈́͒͋̀̀̽̏̏͊̍̋̌͋̄͗̀͌͂͒̊̈̐̑͌́́̆͗͋̈́̅̿̑͋̅́̎͑͋̓̒̅̇̽͒͒̇̋̔̄͐̋͑̅͆́̉̍̾̾͆͐̽͛̈́̒̇́̋̈̾̕̚̕̚̕̚͘͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͠ͅͅͅͅͅe̶̡̨̨̨̧̡̢̢̨̡̢̨̧̨̧̧̨̧̧̡̨̡̧̛̛̛̛̠̹͖̰͎̰͎̘̺̪̣̞͕̫̪̘̗̗̲̗͎̱̗̘̪͕̜̦̙͕͙͚̞̖̤̺̗̙͕̗̹̹̩̰̳̟̫͚̞̰̰͕̤͓̜̼̫͓͍͈͇͖̯͕͖͙̳̫̘̙̖̬̯̟͙̯̗͓̰̞̟͇̞̤̳̗̞̰͓̫̯̯̱̦̻̫͇͈͕͇͖̙̥͎͔̩̖̯̥͇̹̤͓̰̹̹͚̬̫̮̫̬͓̫̲̗̪̮̭͙͈͙̰͕̙̪͙̯̘̥̹̲̭̙̼̥͚͚̺͖̞̬̪͍̗̼̻̫̬̖̭͔̞͚̼̮̞͔̞̯̹͙̬̦͚͈͎̯͔̠͍̘̝̝̬͍̟̤̭̖̺̳͓͎̱̣̞̝̦̱̭̝̭̗̼͚̩̙̟̰̞͎̻̟͎͕̻̱͕̫̾̒̀̄̈̈́̿̅̍͆̐̓͂̆͆̈́̓̇͆̓̒͐͊̎̋̂͗́͆̉͗̊̐̅͋́̈́̂̊̔̑̈́̈̑́̂͂͌̈́̊͊̈́̌̂͒̔͐͑̕͜͜͜͜͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅͅr̶̡̢̨̧̡̡̡̡̢̧̡̨̢̡̧̧̧̨̢̢̢̨̢̧̡̧̛̩̜͓̰͈̥̮̼̯͉̬͉͚͕̝̙̻̼͈̲̰̥͕̥̝͚̙̩̫̖̗̗͉̭̖͔̳̞̫̘͍͈̫͔͖̭͙̯̫̭͉̩̟̲͎͉̟̠͚̖̥̪̞̭̳͕̥̫̼̖̝̤̙̩̹̰̱̟̗͈̘̥͈̝̗̠̳̙̫̰̙̘͎͕̟͇̪̯̯͚͇̳̦̫͕̪̥̫̪͉̺̖̙̪͔̲̹̖͔̩̰̬̺̞̙̻͚̲͎̫̰̞͈͍̣̙̟͈̪̙̪̙̘̺̩̰͚͔͙̪͕̼̮̱͇̥̦̦̪̺̲̙̱͍̤̮̯͉̱͉̗͎̗͖͕̩̘̰̝̘̼̮̞̱̲̳͈̥͓̺̤̥͇͚̘͖͉̖̮̤̹̺̝̗̲̼̖̤̲̖̳̼͉͚̝̪̥̗͎̜͗̾̂͑͛̓͒͌̌͋̾̌̏̔̂̿͊̃́̐̀̋̈́̑̂̔͒͛̌͒̿̓̽͗̆̔̎̾̏͌̋͒̍͒̀͐͆͋͒̀͊̀̿̄͋̐̃̔͂̏̂̔̓̍̊̊͆͂̾͑́̒͛̿͊̊̃͊̆͒̾̈́͑̍̀͘̕̚̕̚̕͘̕̚͜͜͜͜͜͜͜͝͝͝͠͠͠͝͠͠͠͝ͅͅͅs̵̨̨̡̡̢̢̡̛͉̩̪̮̟̞͓̻͍̭͇͉͕͓̦̺̘͍̱̰̫͓̻̻͇̦̯̬̫͖̫͈̺̜̼͈̙̫͚̳̙͎̹̙̝̣̼̩̗͕̥̫͔͇͚͖̙̝̠͍͚̣̫̝̲̖̳̼͔̪̺̣͓̬̲̟̻̱̭̜̬͓͔̟͈͔̠͔̼̞͓̦͚̞͔̖̠̪̰̬̮̝͚̦̩̘̥̼̹̯̼͕̰͈̱̙̙͇̣̻̘̫̼͖̼̤͈̻̭̪͍̞̩͈̣̖̟̥̪͐͌̈́͋̏̎̐̋̀̊̀͒̿̋͌̈́̈́̈̂̃̏̓̑̂͊͑̀̀́̓́͒͌̔͆̅̃̂̋̐̇͊́̈́̒̈͆̐͂͋̓̓͑́̽̊̉͋̿̍̈́̈́̔͋̌͛̌̓̃̿̈̾́͌̎̎̑̓̐̌͒͗̂͛͗̆̄͊̐̀͐̎̿̋̀̆͌̈͆̿̿̆̀͊͒̊̔͆̓̅́͗̓̎͂͆̀̅͒̄͆̈͛̾̇̔̒̒̍͒̃͐͋̈́̎́̐͋̃̏͒̆̄͌̿̾͊̇́̔͑̊̆͐̈̃̔̋̂̽̎̈̑̈́̈́̆̈́̒̾̈́͗̑̾͆̾̉͌̄̿͆̐́̇͌͊̓̀͑̄̅͂̈́̀̀̍́̓̇͑̊̓͂͗̅̀͂̍͂̀̂̉̄͊̈́͑͑̈̓͐̈́̈́̓̑̉́͆̓͂̈́̃̒͗̇̿̾͑̌̐͒̏̎̑̏͂̏̚̚͘͘͘̕̚̕̚̕͘̚͘͘̕̚̚̕̕̕͜͝͝͠͝͝͠͝͝͠͠͠͝͠͠͝͠͝͝͝͝͝͝͝͝ͅͅͅͅͅͅ
Here's an excerpt from my newest Creepypasta. "Every corner of Sesame Street was all kinds of fucked up. There was no escaping the corrupted madness within this hell. I knew i was doomed, until I discovered a somewhat normal Grover. I walked up to him, attempting to have some sort of conversation. But, when I did, he spoke to me in a deep, satanic voice. "HEY! YOU'RE DEAD!" he shouted, "Fuck you!" His voice began turning into a horrible arrangement of beeps, blips, and boops. Shortly after, he became a black hole of corruption, confirming my greatest fear. Elmo only had one response to this clusterfuck. "The alphabet in outer space? Wow..."
I love how everyone transforms into an amalgamated abomination while making these weird warbling robot noises, occasionally speaking like Satan, and of course the occasional demonic clicking snarl is a nice touch as well.
What would this actually do to a child? Elmo is literally trapped in hell, forced to watch his friends deform into mind-breaking extra-dimensional horrors.
Elmo watches his world slowly fall apart around him. The tapestry of Reality began to undo itself in horrific ways, and all Elmo can do is watch and pray for the end.
And at 1:31, but more messed up, but wow, his vboice that first time; He sounded mad at Elmo...sor some reason; Maybe hew's jelous of Elo's World...or maybe Elmo's dead... -FUCK YOU!- Oh, Grover...creepy monster.
0:42 Ernie becomes an arrow as all contact to his soul and to who he really is becomes missing in the dark void that we all must face, but none prevail over no matter how hard you try.
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