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In olden times, it seemed that tales and myths served to explain the world—or to attempt to crack our dilemma. We still tell stories now, but they seem to discern future times, future emotions. And they play out in this fashion, with the stories distorting and evolving in fractal shapes.
After finding an SD card of 227 images, the writer of this 2004 blog made up stories for the pictures. Until the owner was discovered and the blog was closed.
I recall a line from these that went: The wendigo / The wendigo / I met you / Just a friend ago. It had me in stitches at the time. This is a collection preserved by someone monikered “Surly Teabag.” This feels like a kin to Over the Garden Wall.
I feel like this started the “haunted game cartridge” creepypastas. But I’m not a connoisseur. If not, whatever, I like it.