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Artfag reporting in, /x/. I've been thinking about illustrating some creepypastas, and it'd be awesome if some other artfags who lurk /x/ join in. We could turn this into a little project to illustrate the best creepypastas.
So, /x/, are you interested? If you are, post some creepypasta or some artwork you think it's crepy so I can get an idea of how to 'illustrate' the creepypastas.
>> Anonymous
I remember this really awesome zombie survival story someanon posted a while back involving a police officer in a rural town. Full blown comic anyone?
>> Anonymous
http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/the-works-of-black-fedora
one of these
>> Anonymous
Hmm well delve into your creepy pasta folder and illustrate 1-6 most striking or relevant scenes in the pasta. Or as said, you can try to draw a comic if that's your thing.
Go forth artfag. astound us.
>> Anonymous
Is that you aaron?
>> Anonymous
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>>1136650
Hey there. Is everything alright?
>> Anonymous
>>1136653

Oh yes, or a Josef K one.
thejosefkstories.blogspot.com
Anyof those would be awesome artfag material
>> Anonymous
>>1136688
I don't have one, sir. That's why I'm asking.
>>1136693
Yes, John.
>> Anonymous
bump for illustrated blackfedora
>> Anonymous
Draw Ax. Ax is perfect artfag material.
>> Anonymous
ax is not a creepypasta, also he is about as creepy looking as puppy
>> Anonymous
Anyone have that one about the journal of a woman who found a hut in the woods and then slowly began to burn alive?
>> Anonymous
http://www.creepypasta.com/
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Made in art this year. Fucking hate my art teacher, but whatever.

Take an image, cut in half, draw in other half. Made a sci-fi plague doctor.

Scanner is for shit.
>> Anonymous
On the 3rd of December, find a hand-held mirror, just large enough to cover your face. Cover your face with the reflective side out, walk into the bathroom, turn the light on, and stand in front of the larger mirror. At exactly 11:34pm, raise the hand-held mirror above your head.

What is in the larger mirror will not be staring back at you, nor will it be your reflection.

Very carefully walk out of the bathroom, backwards, not lowering the hand-held mirror until the one in the bathroom is completely out of view.

If you do not, what you saw in the mirror will notice, and realize what you have done...
>> Anonymous
This could do well as a short comic

One school day, a boy named Tom was sitting in class and doing math. It was six more minutes until after school. As he was doing his homework, something caught his eye.

His desk was next to the window, and he turned and stared outside. It looked liked a picture. When it was home time at the school, he ran to the spot where he saw it. He ran fast so that no one else could grab it.

He picked it up and smiled. It had a picture of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. She had a dress with tights on and red shoes, and her hand was formed into a peace sign.

She was so beautiful he wanted to meet her, so he ran all over the school and asked everyone if they knew her or have ever seen her before. But everyone he asked said "no." He was devastated.

When he was home, he asked his older sister if she knew the girl, but unfortunately she also said "no." It was very late, so Tom walked up the stairs, placed the picture on his bedside table and went to sleep.

In the middle of the night Tom was awakened by a tap on his window. It was like a nail tapping. He got scared. After the tapping he heard a giggle. He saw a shadow near his window, so he got out of his bed, walked toward his window, opened it up and followed the giggling. By the time he reached it, it was gone.

The next day again he asked his neighbors if they knew her. Everybody said, "Sorry, no." When his mother came home he even asked her if she knew her. She said "no." He went to his room, placed the picture on his desk and fell asleep.

Once again he was awakened by a tapping. He took the picture and followed the giggling. He walked across the road, when suddenly he got hit by a car. He was dead with the picture in his hand.

The driver got out of the car and tried to help him, but it was too late. Suddenly he saw the picture and picked it up. He smiled. He saw a cute girl holding up three fingers.
>> Anonymous
>>1136795
Maybe when he's drawn in crayon, but in real life, he's terrifying. Everyone knows that.
>> Anonymous
>>1136800
that was black fedora
>> Anonymous
Another drawfag here. Sounds like fun!

What creepypasta does /x/ want to see illustrated most?
>> Anonymous
>>1136800
http://editthis.info/black_fedora/Ashes_to_Ashes
>> Anonymous
>>1136855
That skinwalker one from josef k last week. Or his zombie one.
>> Anonymous
In the winter of 1944, with overtaxed supply lines in the Ardennes, a medic in the German army had completely run out of plasma, bandages and antiseptic. During one particularly bad round of mortar fire, his encampment was a bloodbath. Those who survived claimed to have heard, above the screams and barked commands of their Lieutenant, someone cackling with almost girlish glee.

The medic had made his rounds during the fire, in almost complete darkness as he had so many times before, but never had he been this short on supplies. No matter. He would do his duty. He had always prided himself on his resourcefulness.

The bombardment moved to other ends of the line, and most men dropped off to sleep in the dark, still hours of the morning - New Year's Day, 1945. The men awoke at first light with screams. They discovered that their bandages were not typical bandages at all, but hunks and strips of human flesh. Several men had been given fresh blood transfusions, yet there had been no blood supplies available. Each treated man was almost completely covered, head-to-toe, with the maroon stain of blood.

The medic was found, sitting on an ammunition tin, staring off into space. When one man approached him, and tapped him on the shoulder, his tunic fell off to reveal that large patches of his skin, muscle, and sinew had been stripped from his torso and his body was almost completely dried of blood. In one hand was a scalpel, and in the other, a blood transfusion vial. None of the men treated for wounds that night, in that camp, saw the end of January, 1945.
>> Anonymous
I've yet to see any good drawings come out of this one. Someone made a comic but it was shitty

A man went to a hotel and walked up to the front desk to check in. The woman at the desk gave him his key and told him that on the way to his room, there was a door with no number that was locked and no one was allowed in there. Especially no one should look inside the room, under any circumstances. So he followed the instructions of the woman at the front desk, going straight to his room, and going to bed. The next night his curiosity would not leave him alone about the room with no number on the door. He walked down the hall to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough it was locked. He bent down and looked through the wide keyhole. Cold air passed through it, chilling his eye.

What he saw was a hotel bedroom, like his, and in the corner was a woman whose skin was completely white. She was leaning her head against the wall, facing away from the door. He stared in confusion for a while. He almost knocked on the door, out of curiosity, but decided not to. This disinclination saved his life. He crept away from the door and walked back to his room. The next day, he returned to the door and looked through the wide keyhole. This time, all he saw was redness. He couldn’t make anything out besides a distinct red color, unmoving. Perhaps the inhabitants of the room knew he was spying the night before, and had blocked the keyhole with something red.

At this point he decided to consult the woman at the front desk for more information. She sighed and said, "Did you look through the keyhole?" The man told her that he had and she said, "Well, I might as well tell you the story. A long time ago, a man murdered his wife in that room, and her ghost haunts it. But these people were not ordinary. They were white all over, except for their eyes, which were red."
>> Anonymous
>>1136650
http://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/c-s-i-raccon-city

Anon delivers
>> Anonymous
>>1136886
You rock anon.

So yes, any artfag with too much time on their hands and a deep desire to draw zombies. . . well. Do it faggots.
>> Anonymous
THIS ONE BY GOD
www.creepypasta.com/quiet
So much good imagery.
>> Anonymous
>>1136932
goddamn that's a great ending
>> Anonymous
>>1136932
Oh hell yes. Giant cyclopean architecture, cthulhuesque zombies and WW2.
This one.
>> Anonymous
>>1136634
Fund it
>> Anonymous
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>> Anonymous
I'm drawfag too, but my scanner software is not working and my photoshop fails to work now too...

I am getting a new PC in a week or two, so I'll probably make a new thread when I've got all of my shit working on the new one.
>> Anonymous
Bumpin for results
>> Anonymous
Fuck off devon
>> Anonymous
>>1136634

If your image is yours, please don't act on this idea.
seriously.
you suck at drawing.

everyone else proceed.
>> Anonymous
>>1137414
Don't listen to this fag. OP pic is pretty darned awesome.
Also fuck comics. Just pick one epic scene in one of the longer stories and make it art epic.
GO NOW