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Chapter 1: Who was Hunter and what happened to him?
Hey, alle. Ich bin nur hier, um die Gerüchte zu bestätigen. Ich weiß, dass ihr viele von diesen Sachen gesehen habt. Und wie du weißt, meine Kommentare, TikTok und Twitter und solche Sachen. Aber ich möchte nur bestätigen, dass Hunter tot ist. Er ist gestorben. Ein paar Tage zuvor hatte er einen massiven Herzattack, während er ein Auto fuhr, in das ein Flugzeug fiel. Yeah, it was really brutal.
I took a lot of pictures. Anyway, he's dead now, but I will continue to do this podcast. This is actually what you're about to see, the last episode we recorded together. I will continue to do it. I will do it by myself or with someone else. To be honest, the paycheck is just way too good at this point.
So yeah, just wanted to give you that little update that he is dead and you should continue to remind him of that going forward. Thank you. And here's the episode, I guess. Bye.
Welcome back to Creepcast. Today we are reading a story called Burger Entries. Entries.
Chapter 2: What is the story 'Burger Entries' about and who is the author?
I think I said injuries. Entries. Could lead to some burger injuries. We'll find out. We'll see. So this story is made by an author named Jonathan Wojcik. Wojcik? I think that's a... It's a Polish or some kind of European name. He also goes by Mordesheen online. And while it seems like on the website, the insidious bog leech...
Also Bogleach.com. Ja, und er hat Bogleach.com und es hat so viel Sachen da. Ich meine, es sieht aus, als ob das seit 2001 ein Website ist. Er hat eine schreckliche Seite auf diesem Website, das sieht aus wie, ich weiß nicht, Hunderten, wenn nicht Tausenden von
short horror stories which yeah the bog release has hosted the creepy the creepy pasta cook-off is what it's called and it's like a a little award or a competition that goes on from since 2012 it looks like that was active from 2012 to 2017 and there's just a huge archive of awesome stories that I would love to just dive in sometime
A lot of those. So it seems that on Bugleach.com, I don't know if it was several people or if it was just Jonathan, but at least Jonathan was some part of these competitions that would run. So they have all the submissions from that. There's a catalog of a lot of Jonathan's own stories. There's also a bunch of like original Pokemon he's designed. Digimon. He has like a merch store.
He has a Patreon where he's still doing a bunch of updates. He has an Etsy store where he also seems to be a great artist. So... Es gibt ein paar kleine Trinkets, die du mit diesen coolen kleinen Pinseln bekommst und kleine schreckliche Figuren, wie schreckliche Geister und so weiter. Also es gibt ein paar verschiedene Wege, um zu unterstützen. Oh, er geht von Scythe Mantis auf Etsy.
Das ist ein wirklich cooles Name. Scythe Mantis. Er scheint ein sehr prolifizierter Typ, der viele verschiedene Arten hat. Also hoffentlich ist er auch ein großer Wider-Wider. Wider, was auch immer. So, if you want to support him, there's a bunch of different ways to. We'll leave a link to the website BoggleAge.com. It seems to have all of his links in the description below.
Be sure to show him some love. But this story itself, Burger Entries, was originally posted to its own website, Burger.com. And that's spelled B-U-R-G-R-R. as like a series of entries or blog posts and it seems that the website is gone now but all of the entries have been archived on creepypasta.com which is where we're reading them from now and there's a few little like
art depictions along the way as mentioned jonathan's also an artist uh to help visual with the story for those so for those who are on youtube you will get those in addition um but yeah this is just a very interesting thing the story comes highly recommended across like reddit communities and stuff like that so hopefully it's cool i really want it to be because a bunch of the other stuff jonathan does looks cool so i'm excited to get into it yeah let's dive in dude
Let's dive in.
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Chapter 3: What strange phenomena are described in the 'Burger Entries' story?
You know what this reminds me of? This is very Invader Zim.
Yeah, I kind of got glimpses of that, too. It made me think of that part where he's like, I want my coleslaw. You have your coleslaw! At that chicken restaurant, whatever.
Yeah. I love it. No, it was the pork restaurant.
Yeah. Because there was a big pig mascot that children would get sucked into. Yeah, this guy was like, it was a guy who was just stuck in it for years.
He'd just been growing inside of this fucking suit.
I'll never forget there was this one. Which, looking back on it, this is an insane joke to put in a kid's cartoon.
But there's this scene where, like, Dib and his sister were eating at the restaurant. And the big, like, mascot comes over. He's like, oh, eat your food or whatever. And it shows him in the background walk to, like, the back office. But right before he does, he stops. And he quickly grabs a child and the child's screaming. And he just takes the child into the back office.
Ich erinnere mich, als ich als Kind dachte, ich wundere mich, warum ich das gemacht habe.
Das ist ein bisschen seltsam. Alle Restaurants in der Stadt, die echten anyway, sind typisch abgelaufen. Angehörige zeigen sich noch zu einigen, aber sie erkennen nicht, dass keine Kunden aufhören. Einige von ihnen bieten sogar neue Fenster an, die ihre ganze Geschäftsführung parasitisch zerstören. The thing seems to multiply constantly.
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Chapter 4: What are the bizarre food products and windows appearing around town?
Ja, na, hör mal, natürlich nicht. Es ist immer noch auf der Tafel, aber ich bin so, hm.
That does make me thinky, is what I would say.
That's what you'd say in front of a woman just covered in chicken feathers and blood.
Yeah, chicken feathers, blood, and she's licking grease off her hands. That's all I would say is, that make me thinky.
That make me thinky.
Something's a little off here. Now, this is downright suspicious, is what I would say. She's like throwing up bile, like black bile and blood. You okay? Oh, did you have to double down at KFC? That happened to me too. Her face is melting. What would be really funny is if you ate it and nothing happened. Yeah, I'm like, oh my god, I actually got skinnier. Whoa.
This is like, scientists are like, oh my god, this is actually healthier than anything you normally eat. I'm like, well, it is Pizza Roll Thursday and I'm switching it up, so. I wonder, what do you think is healthier? The slop coming out of the tree or Totino's Pizza Rolls? Don't talk about Totino's that way.
The spin-off ones, yes. I will agree with the spin-off ones.
Same with store-brand anything is horrible for you. When I say horrible for you, I mean that I would suspect that there's bleach in every store-brand product. Instead of Mountain Dew, it's like Mountain Thunder or something like that at Walmart. That's gotta be made with bleach somehow. But I drink it anyways, because it's that good. For no reason other than spite.
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Chapter 5: How do people react to the mysterious meat slop and its effects?
Shut up. You're four years old. Sucking off.
I hate you. This story is rough. That means it's working. It's doing what it wants to do with the gross-out thing. The clear spaghetti was like worms or something. I was drinking a shake
like half until like 10 minutes ago and I'm not finishing this I can't do it I'd say what got me was like the legs frog legs and chicken feet and all that have you ever had frog legs or chicken feet
Yeah, I've had frog legs. I don't think I've had chicken feet. Brutal, brutal frog. When I was younger, I used to like frog legs because I wouldn't think about it. It was just like, oh, yeah, yeah. But the older I get, the more it's like, hmm, I'm all right.
You would not see me bobbing for apples with frog legs. I can tell you that much.
I felt my stomach shudder. We made eye contact and for a moment I almost thought I saw a look of horrified clarity. Like the fog was almost lifted from her mind and she was about to ask me what in God's name she was doing. Instead, her eyes glazed over and she smiled that chillingly idiotic smile.
Just like Mama used to make.
Love that. That's sick. That's how I describe it. I was trying to think of a restaurant to use as an insult there.
A godless orgy of culinary depravity is me on the fucking McPick 3, whatever. Or McPick 2, whatever menu. You better watch my ass in that drive-thru. I'm telling you, dude. That's what the person is taking my order. I'm like, and this? And they're like, is that all? No, no, no. And this? And he's like, my god. This is a godless orgy of culinary depravity.
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Chapter 6: What is the significance of the Eggheads in the story?
Ich fand mich, als ich ein paar Schritte in den Tunnel reingekommen bin, als es herausgekommen ist, dass die Knochen mit Verlust wach waren, und eine riesige Leber mit einem schienlichen roten Knopf gedreht hat, eine Aktion, die unerlässlich von einem Geräusch wie ein Quackenduck ausgespült wurde.
Instantly, a checkerboard-looking conveyor belt squealed to life, issuing forth the procession of what may have been dead pigs, though I couldn't see their heads, or even the ragged stumps where any may have once been attached. With a ridiculous slide-whistle sound, another huge object rose into view, an angular pink and purple funnel the size of a swimming pool.
One by one, the mystery carcasses tumbled off the belt and into the huge trumpet, each followed by a torturous rending sound and a brief but voluminous geyser of thick brown blood. Stink was overpowering. That is, this is such a unique visual. Kind of reminds me of Killer Clowns from Outer Space almost. Yeah, yeah, it's very similar to that. Yeah, yeah.
Like the giant Mickey Mouse hand, it's like... Yeah, just a fucked Peewees Playhouse.
That's a slaughterhouse or whatever.
And there's just brown blood from rotten carcasses pouring out everywhere and stuff. Smells like death. And it's like... Oompa Loompas everywhere. Mesmerized by the spectacle of Willy Wonka's Sausage Factory, I nearly fell on my ass as a large object shot over my shoulder. A brainfly. It had come up through the tunnel behind me and narrowly dodged my head by a few inches.
As my heart cautiously restarted itself, I filed away the knowledge that I was still of no obvious concern to the things, even intruding as I was into what may have been their headquarters or at least an extension of it. I wasn't sure whether or not that was reassuring.
The Parasite had banked sharply upwards as it left the tunnel, but I could still hear the distinct fluttering of big, membranous wings between the whirring, grinding and occasional goofy honking of the factory. I craned my head, waiting for the irregular crackling of the equipment to illuminate the gloom.
Sure enough, I could see hundreds, thousands of glistening, pinkish shapes passing a good 10 to 15 stories overhead, all in the same direction. I followed. A network of catwalks made navigation relatively easy, and I was usually able to keep sight of the concrete wall it emerged from. Tunnel entryways were frequent, brainflies periodically zipping through to join their brothers and sisters above.
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Chapter 7: How does the story explore themes of consumerism and paranoia?
Distante elektrische Lichter bestätigten eine zirkelreiche Form, ungefähr einen Meilen lang. Its floor was solid, polished concrete, while its ceiling was obscured by a torrential storm of living bodies, dozens of brain flies, streams, converging into the open roof of a looming concrete tube at the center of it all.
A good twenty stories in height, an eerie green glow poured from the top of the monolithic tower like some doorway to another realm. A wormhole back to whatever obscene universe the things truly called home. Eine dreidimensionale Webbewegung von verschlossenen Wegweiten, die das Ganze umgekehrt hat, mit einem Netz von enormen, grimmigen Pfeifen, die ein Semi-Pfeifen durchgezogen hätte.
Es war alles so großartig, so horrifizierend. Ich habe mich fast nicht erkannt, dass ich immer noch vorbeigehe, mein Bein in dummer Faszination, und ich habe nicht sofort die Bedeutung eines metallischen Geräusches von hinter mir bemerkt. Ein Geräusch, als würde eine Tür geschlossen werden. Mein Gehirn schlug die Gedanken ein paar mehr Momente vor, bevor ich mich in einer Brüche von Panik bewegte.
The tunnel had indeed closed off. The soft roar of the brainfly tornado was joined by a new sound, not unlike the bleeding of an alarm bell. And then came the meat. I had the good sense to start moving as soon as the near escaping pipe began to shudder and gurgle, trickling a thin stream of red-brown slime for a few moments before finally erupting with a torrent of chunky sludge. All meat.
Meat and meat juice. Ein paar Yards away another pipe vomited to life. At first I thought the intention would be to drown me. I didn't doubt for a second that there was enough meat in the factory plumbing to fill this place completely. But it was quickly apparent that my demise wouldn't be so simple. The meat seemed to spread out much farther than mere gravity would dictate.
Wherever I ran, it seemed to flow directly towards me, winding in streams like the pseudopods of an enormous amoeba. Not my imagination. It was the worst case scenario, but at this point, far from surprising. I'd already seen moving, twitching things come out of the take-out windows.
Things that couldn't possibly have been alive, but wriggled frantically, even as they were torn apart and devoured the increasingly fatter, greasier mouths of my neighbors. A chain of green-tinged sausages rose shakily from a nearby heap like an intoxicated cobra. Er gab ein wenig.
Aus den oberen Ecken des Kammes kam die lebendige Leidenschaft, die mich näher an die Tauern drückte, wo ich keine Wahl hatte, sondern die Katzen zu besiegen. Ich würde wahrscheinlich andersherum sterben, und es wäre wahrscheinlich furchtbar. Am liebsten würde ich einen Blick in einen alienen Weltraum auf dem Weg raus nehmen.
A weird river of meat and meat juice that's just like alive and is consciously pushing him to go towards a direction.
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