Report: Sleep Paralysis Demon Starting to Look Kinda Thicc

BALTIMORE — Quarantined family man Arti Hagelstein succumbed today to both boredom and the exotic allure of Thelkkphegorg, the sleep paralysis demon who wakes him up nightly, Hagelstein himself admitted.

“I first noticed Thelkkphegorg at the beginning of quarantine. Being unemployed and finally able to catch up on sleep, you can imagine how upset I was to be woken up at 3 a.m. by a half goat-crab, half shadow entity with a thousand phalluses, choking me out of my rest,” Hagelstein said. “Eventually I thought to myself, ‘My wife hasn’t choked me like that since our honeymoon.’ After the 10th day I finally realized that although Thelkkphegorg’s body is pretty incomprehensible to mortals, I still know a juicy ass when I see one. You’re from another dimension? Well, that ass got dimension!’”

Hagelstein’s wife reportedly noticed some red flags in retrospect.

“Arti and I have been married for quite some time, and he was always pretty vanilla. But after being cooped up in the house, his bedroom requests have gotten really bizarre,” she stated. “It got to the point where he needed me to crabwalk down the stairs and talk backwards to him in Latin in several voices at once. And although I never actually saw my competition, I found his sexy drawings of it hidden in his sock drawer. Talk about unrealistic body expectations to live up to!”

According to cryptid rights activist Hanna Fargoli, inappropriate behavior aimed at non-corporeal beings has skyrocketed during the COVID quarantine.

“I am here as an advocate to say cryptids are not here because you’re bored and horny — they have a job to do! Your sleep paralysis demon works insane hours, it has quotas to fill, it’s tired, and people need to respect that,” Fargoli explained. “I get that you’re stuck inside, forced to confront your failing marriage, and starved for some kind of contact, but that sounds like a ‘you’ problem.”

“And I shouldn’t even have to say this, but stop using the Oujia board to send dick pics,” she added. “Some of us have important connections to make and y’all are fucking up the wires.”

For their part, sleep paralysis demons are reportedly actually enjoying the attention, and have started an OnlyFans page that causes viewers to die seven days after watching.

Hackers Leak White House Plans for Great Depression Definitive Edition

WASHINGTON — An anonymous source has datamined the United States government and leaked what appears to be future plans for a release of the long anticipated Great Depression: Definitive Edition.

“Fans have been clamoring for a remake of their favorite Depression for a long time,” said economist Justin Crawford. “Great Recession, which came out all the way back in 2008, was a decent follow-up to the hit 1930s economic struggle, but fans felt that it was ultimately a lackluster sequel to an undeniable classic. A full remaster of the original Great Depression would really blow people’s minds and 401ks.”

According to the leak, which was posted anonymously to 4chan, the release date is unknown but all signs point to it coming out very soon.

“What we do know right now is that this is going to be a remaster with some parts fully recreated. This is really exciting stuff,” explained Christine Woodward, a programmer who went through the datamine after it was posted. “Whereas the original release of the Great Depression was black-and-white, the new version looks like it’s going to be in full color. A whole new online system has been implemented, too. In the original version, there was no multiplayer at all. The definitive edition is going to let you team up with friends in Zooms and Slacks to compare who has been the most devastated.”

Leakers were unable, as of press time, to determine what the end levels of Great Depression: Definitive Edition would be, but said the data makes it look like developers left room for something called ‘World War 3 DLC.’

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Opinion: Maybe Coronavirus Wouldn’t Be so Deadly If It Hadn’t Played so Many Violent Video Games

There’s no doubt in my mind that scientists and medical experts all around the globe are working tirelessly to prevent COVID-19 from taking more lives. And I don’t mean to step on their toes here, because virology and epidemiology are complicated, but maybe coronavirus wouldn’t be so deadly if it hadn’t played so many violent video games.

In this variation of severe acute respiratory syndrome, infected patients can develop pneumonia and multiple-organ failure, and so far it has killed about 4.7 percent of recorded cases. I’m just saying, perhaps, that number would be lower if coronavirus hadn’t grown up in a society that glorifies violence, which includes gruesome and grisly video games.

Let us break it down for you. COVID-19 has a biological imperative to hijack and kill healthy host cells to reproduce and survive. But why? Who said it had to kill people? We don’t know about you but that sure sounds like an internalized level of aggression that one could only develop from hundreds of hours playing Grand Theft Auto.

All of this talk of ‘social distancing’ and ‘flattening the curve’ is a bunch of bologna that wouldn’t be necessary had Bill Clinton taken measures to prevent the corrupting influence of barbaric entertainment media back when DOOM made those kids shoot up Columbine.

Violent video games are the problem here. Not our inadequate emergency response infrastructure, not government inaction, and certainly not COVID-19 itself. Viruses don’t kill people; people kill people but only because they uppercutted half of Scorpion’s frozen torso off in the early ’90s.

Regardless the cause, we can all agree it’s best we just send our thoughts and prayers to the families of coronavirus victims and forget about this pandemic until the next one.

Insane Clown Posse Announce Inaugural “Distancing of the Juggalos”

DETROIT — Citing growing health concerns, Insane Clown Posse’s Shaggy 2 Dope and Violent J announced yesterday the first ever “Distancing Of The Juggalos” festival for later this year, multiple assed-out, hatchet-wielding sources confirmed.

“This singular pandemic moment requires exceptional tenacity and discipline, as well as novel and innovative solutions. Therefore, as much as we know all y’all ninjas love going buckwild, hurling bags of crap at each other and rolling around in the mud with the Family n’ shit, we’re calling on all our global network of Juggalos and Juggalettes to do the responsible thing during this unprecedented and potentially cata-muthafuckin-clysmic time,” said Violent J from atop a Faygo truck. “If we can all come together by staying apart, we know the ‘Distancing of the Juggalos’ can and will be every bit as dope as any Gathering. Whoop whoop, cut a motherfucker’s head off, and so on.”

Though the announcement has been met with shock within the Juggalo community, the response of the general public has been overwhelmingly positive.

“They’ve never really seemed to care about personal hygiene before, but we’ll take what we can get,” said local shopkeeper Edna Herscher. “They seem nice enough for the most part, but for years they’ve been spraying soda all over my store, frightening my other customers by hollering ‘WHOOP WHOOP!’ at the top of their lungs and fornicating in the back by my beer coolers. Personally, I think the community at large is more than a little ready for a little distancing from the Juggalos.”

Although many Juggalos and Juggalettes worldwide are struggling to come to grips with the shocking announcement, some Dark Carnival scholars have pointed to the Distancing as fulfillment of a prophecy foretold in a series of ICP albums known in certain theological circles as “the Two Joker’s Card Decks.”

“As per the dictates of the mo’fuckin’scripture put forth on the Fourth Joker’s Card of the First Deck, it’s clear that the Distancing represents the seemingly paradoxical way that all the ninjas worldwide must come together to stand fast against this virus — which is obviously just an avatar of the Great Milenko, who has been trying since time immemorail to trick Juggalos into giving into our wanton hedonism n’ shit,” said Douglas “Dogdick Doug” Sinclair, a preeminent Dark Carnival theologian and Gamestop employee. “Clown love to all.”

Doctors suspect the Distancing will decrease the nation’s glue sniffing overdoses, accidental deaths by stumbling off the Drug Bridge, and fingers blown off by fireworks tenfold this year.

Psychic Beats Shit Out of Man Counting Tarot Cards

MIAMI — Claiming her client was clearly cheating the fates, local psychic Madame LeMystique beat the shit out of her client, Darrel Hudson, for counting tarot cards to get a better reading and prophecy of his future.

“You think your fancy math can trump the Hermetic Qabalah?!” screamed LeMystique as she pummeled Hudson’s smug grin after once again drawing two Emperors and a Death reversed card, signaling he will have a long and prosperous life ahead. 

“Think again, motherfucker, the Occult always wins!” continued the enraged soothsayer, throwing Hudson out of her divination room and issuing him a lifetime hex.

Hudson, 27, has reportedly cheated fortune tellers and The Great Powers That Be out of many predictions of bad karma, such as fixing the weights of animal bones when casting lots and only visiting soothsayers when his moon is in Capricorn.

“If I can get away with it, it usually means I go home with imbued confidence, good luck in all my endeavors and aligned chakras,” said Hudson, dusting himself off from being bludgeoned with a crystal ball. “But sometimes these psychics catch on really quick. That’s how you know they’re the real deal, I guess.”

Still, Madame LeMystique worries this incident will harm her business’ reputation.

“No one comes into my chamber and tricks me into having a bogus premonition,” she commented. “I only hope the rest of my clientele can still count on completely accurate and unmanipulated oracles going forward.”

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How I Overcame My Depression by Not Being Genetically Predisposed to It

Caring for one’s mental health can be a challenge in the 21st century. With all of the modern world’s stressors and stimuli, it’s not hard to find yourself feeling intensely overwhelmed, brutally downtrodden, and mad fugly. However, with the right attitude and routines, anyone can experience positive emotional well-being. Here’s how I overcame my clinical depression, through hard work, determination, and mostly by not being genetically predisposed to it.

Everyone has mental health issues these days. Or so I’ve been told. My superior genetics are why I moonwalked out of the womb a self-actualized human being. The key to overcoming these issues is to look inward to find it and accept yourself. Take me for example. I look inward on a daily basis in search of the good things in my life. Instead of focusing on stressors like prep school and state champs, I focus on the positives like my family. More specifically, my family’s genetics that have been scalping mental illness on an atomic level since the big bang.

I can only take so much credit for my success in warding off depression. Mostly, I have my parents to thank. Not just for working hard and making lots of money so they could give me a responsible level of care but for also choosing each other. See, if either of them had met someone with clinical depression, I might not exist, or worse, I might be a mopeypants.

So next time you’re feeling blue remember that you can feel anyway you CHOOSE to feel. Be more like me and choose to feel happy. Choose to feel fulfilled. And most of all, choose to feel like your brain chemicals are properly balanced due to genetics that are entirely out of your control.

Animal Crossing Player Buries Government Check in Hole

PARMA, Ohio — Local Animal Crossing: New Horizons player, Theresa Marks, reportedly plans to bury her government check for $1,200 as soon as she gets it, according to confused sources.

“I’m kind of an expert in smacking rocks to get bells and shaking trees to find hidden coins,” said Marks. “I know a lot of noobs are going to just bury the check outright, for a total of $3,600. Apparently you can bury up to $10,000 though, so I’m going to take out my entire life savings and make a goddamn money tree.”

Since losing her job due to the COVID-19 pandemic, Marks has been doing everything she can to make some extra cash in the real world. 

“I’ve been collecting every bug and picking every flower I can, but I cannot find a single raccoon to start selling these to,” she explained. “Oh well, maybe I can shoot a balloon out of the sky and turn my luck around!”

As of press time, Marks said that she plans on using the money to pay her rent, stock up on toilet paper, and finally install honeycomb tile flooring for her home.

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Polyamorous Woman Quarantined with Least Favorite Boyfriend

PORTLAND, Ore. — Local polyamorous woman Maris Seitman is now well aware of the misstep she made when choosing to quarantine with her least favorite boyfriend, John Lucci, according to sources.

“John is great — he’s got a nice jawline, works with his hands as a carpenter, and makes that shitty coffee for me every morning — but there’s not much rattling around in that brain, which I figured out five minutes into working a puzzle on day three,” explained a curt Seitman. “Plus, he only eats frozen chicken nuggets, so there’s no room left in the freezer… and he asked if Carrie Nation was a ‘sports thing.’ The sex is pretty good, but he’s honestly dead last behind Ewan, Gene, Nagbe, and especially Rowan in terms of boyfriends I’d want to be quarantined indefinitely with.”

Lucci, on the other hand, was overjoyed to share his time with Seitman, believing this to be his chance to prove his romantic merit.

“Obviously the trip I booked to Italy was supposed to be my big gesture, which got fucked up… but I couldn’t have seen that coming. All my guys were telling me this virus thing was overblown,” said Lucci, adjusting his mesh-backed trucker hat. “It’ll be good to get some time with Maris now, though. Maybe if I can get her to smoke a bowl and listen to some Faith No More, she’ll see my intellectual side. And, yeah, maybe I can’t compete with Ewan, Gene, Nagbe, and definitely not Rowan, but I bring something to the table. I mean, I actually did fix a wobbly table in her kitchen. You just shove some folded up paper under there and that’s it.”

Dr. Wayne Braddock, the couple’s therapist, noted many polyamorous couples have settled for less than ideal quarantines.

“I’ve got clients stuck with the partner who bites their toenails, who offer an ever-present veneer of pubic hairs on their toilet rims, or who think pink salt lamps add ambiance — I’ve been hearing it all lately,” Dr. Braddock stated. “Ms. Seitman’s only stuck with the dumb, hot one. That’s not so bad.”

“That being said, have you heard about this other guy, Rowan? I mean, wow,” he added. “Talk about a missed opportunity there.”

Opinion: Hideo Kojima’s Next Game Must Be About a Nice World Where Nothing Bad Happens

As we trudge along through these desperate times, when the horrors of our lives were so accurately predicted in the hit video game Death Stranding, we, as an international community, must call upon Hideo Kojima to make sure his next game is about a nice happy world where nothing bad happens and everything is OK.

Hideo Kojima obviously has some sort of predictive power. He “predicted” the rise of memes in Metal Gear 2, he “predicted” the creation of the Google Stadia in 2010, he “predicted” the phrase “Make America Great Again” in Metal Gear Rising: Revengeance, and now he is often teased for “predicting” the COVID-19 pandemic in his game, Death Stranding.

What if these were not predictions? 

What if Hideo Kojima has the unique ability to put things into the universe through the creation of his video games?

Then Mr. Kojima has a moral obligation to make his next game the happiest, nicest game his strange mind can come up with.

Hideo Kojima must make his next game nice. The protagonists must all be allowed outside to see their friends. The characters in the game must be able to get the medicine they need if they get sick. 

What are the objectives? How is that a game? Well, for example, maybe the game is modeled after FDR’s The New Deal and people spend their working days planting trees and cleaning up wildlife. Maybe they work with their hands to build their own homes and furniture and sell the fruits of their own labor for profit. Maybe they farm and cultivate fruits and flowers instead of letting their lives be run by evil corporations.

Hideo Kojima’s next game must be Animal Crossing.

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Dad of the Year? This Touring Musician Has No Chance of Giving Coronavirus to His Kids

It’s a difficult thing to accept but right now, the best thing you can do for some of the people you love the most is staying far away from them. Young children do not have fully developed immune systems, and exposing them to the coronavirus could be life-threatening. By that logic, Travis Pearlman is the most loving father in the world. Travis is a touring musician whose love for his 3 children is so great he has not been in the same state as them for the last 18 months.

That’s right, Travis’s commitment to his children’s health is so deep that his precautions predate the U.S coronavirus outbreak by about 18 months. Can we just give this guy a medal or something?

Not only has this loving father of three not seen his family in a year and a half, but he also has no plans to see them anytime in the near future! Talk about commitment!

Travis keeps zero physical contact with his family. He won’t even talk to them on the phone just in case that’s how it spreads! A guy must really love his kids when he won’t respond to a text that reads “Daddy when are you coming home” from a nine-year-old just to keep them healthy.

Travis even wrote a song about seeing his youngest daughter take her first steps despite the fact that he did not witness this happening. He also got her name wrong, but who could blame him? He only met her that one time. Travis describes the song “Maggie” (his daughter’s actual name is Megan) as “a real tear-jerker” that has helped him “pull down some serious trim on the road.” Trim, we assume, is a slang term for “money that I send to my family.”

On second thought that money could have coronavirus all over it! Probably better that you spend it on IPA’s at the bar Travis. You must need them to cope with almost 2 years of social distancing! It’s not easy being father of the year.

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