Alright gentlemen I need any information and links on taking out these abominations.
What ammo and tactics should be used?
What tricks do they have up their sleeves?
Which is the least dangerous and which is the most?
All information is welcome as well as any stories of your encounters.
Spotted the devil spawn
Have some Christ calibers you demons
Then which ones are dangerous to humans? I want to exterminate the ones with a thirst for human blood.
Take my advice.
Don't hunt them.
You'll just end up being the hunted. You'll end up outnumbered sometimes.
There's some shit in the Nova Scotian woods, lad. Take it from someone who has seen some twisted, weird shit.
Fuck you hippie twilight-niggers, bet your one of those fuckers who tried to get vampires a right to a trial. "Non-living persons" my ass. I spend three months following one of those fuckers across Oklahoma, watch it suck three cheerleaders dry and fuck the corpses, finally get that fucker cornered in Tulsa, rig the fucker's lair with C1 while he was asleep, scrape up enough ashes for a proof of termination of un-life, and I can't collect my PUFF?
The fuck next, zombie preserves? FFS
Try leaving the basement once in a while
You want penetration in this case, these fuckers have tough hides and scales
So what you're saying is that we need to organize a squad for a better chance to survive?
I'm down, I wanna go after an Ozark Howler
Population of whatever the fuck Luskas evolved from that got stuck when the water receded in the late cretaceous. Nasty fuckers. Less jaws than a luska, but the tentacles are nastier and they can mover better on land. Oh, AND THEY LEARNED HOW TO FUCKING BURROW. Flushed one out of the OKC sewers with some c-gas in the late 80s after hobos started getting pulled down manhole covers by "noodle arms". One fucker dug himself a neat little network that went all the way back home to lake Eufaula.
Nice try but I know better, that frog has turned psychotic and will rip you to shreds
Mfw I live in OKC and go to eaufala on weekends
On the extremely off chance that is true, how does one kill one. I'm sure a few rounds in it will do.
This is /k/, he had sloppy seconds before hiding the bodies to use as bait later.
I'll let you know you little SOB, I survived Nam, two tours as a merc in the DRC, three zombie outbreaks, Grenada, the '95 Christmas Party, AND NEVER FUCKING ONCE DID I THINK TO DROP MY PANTS AND START WHACKING IT LIKE ONE OF YOU DAMN TWILIGHT KIDDIES THESE DAYS. Fuck, the rate you fuckers eat up this parawhatsit shit these days the media shits out no wonder the Old Ones want back in our reality. Fuck, that shits supposed to be secret for a reason.
>don't fuck with Wendigo
>don't fuck with Thunderbird
the rest are pussies.
>wanting to hunt cryptids
Jesus you people are dumber than I fucking thought.
Live stream it so I can watch you idiots get torn to pieces
This is how you'll end up, but more spoopy
>Looks like a 'Grey' alien
Oh I would freak the fuck out and do my damndest to murder it.
Wendigo, same. Skinwalker, same.
Bigfoot? I honestly would not actively try to shoot at one. I would only observe.
Threat level? The fuck you think this is, pokemans? Now all you tacti-cool kiddies with your fancy shmancy COIN tactics back from the sandbox think you can just set up shop collecting PUFF with what Uncle Sam taught you how to kill hadjis? Its a fucking Luska that can burrow, got tentacles longer than a luska but the arms about the same, and its mouth ain't worth a shit. Caliber? What, think bigger gun=insta-dead? This ain't animu or COD or whatever. You can see it to line up a shot, means you fucked up. It'll already be close enough to tear you to shreds with those goddamn steak knife suction cups. Why the fuck they call'em suction cups, I don't know, cause they don;t suck, they cut like hell and don't let out. You kill it how you can. I got a sewer map and waited. Saw where hobos disappeared down grates, and put together a little map of its territory. When shit didn't add up, two kills two soon after each other to be using the sewers to move, I figured the fucker could dig. I waited til I knew where it would be, sealed some manhole covers to not let some cattle baron get a whiff of the death cloud, and pumped a few scuba tanks of the good stuff down where I knew it would be.
Flexible minds kiddo, you try an kill monsters, they'll kill you. You try an Hunt monsters, you might have a chance of living. People and beasts are two different games with two different sets of rules.
>his father never took him to stalk legendary north American creatures
Honestly that's pretty depressing.
Your fucked if you can see it, and if you can see it you're close. I've heard sound waves on a certain frequency spook em and fry their sense of direction but I'd never want to try that out.
>I'm the guy from Nova Scotia.
>I had been planning a hike for a few weeks and I finally had a day off.
>Naturally, I left home and drove for a solid three hours before finding a suitable place in *literally, fucking nowhere*
>Trees, endless trees.
>There were a few old service roads, none of which seemed to be in use, the trees and such were growing into the road at this point.
>Have P82 web vest, thick coat, bag full of survival-y shit. Was staying warm, as it was almost winter. One year ago, roughly.
>So, I know the general area I'm in, and that it has a few little lakes/ponds and a semi-mountain.
>Que a bunch of hiking, generic shit. I'll skip to when shit went south.
>I'm walking through the middle of the woods (I had a compass, map, knew the way out)
>All of a sudden, It hits me. Not panic, no spoopy skeletons, but the **smell.**
>It was a slaughterhouse, but worse. I leaned over and threw up.
>Got myself together, loaded my M44 and proceeded to listen to my surroundings.
>I remained in a logical state of thinking. Maybe there was a farm nearby, and the smell had drifted down. Fuck, maybe something died.
>Crunch. About 175-200 meters away, very faint. Crunch. Snap.
>Couldn't nail down the direction, the wind had picked back up. I took out my compass, got my bearings. Started heading back, had that cold feeling in my gut.
>As I'm heading back, I saw something hanging in a tree. I didn't understand what it was at first.
>Skin. A large flap of skin, wrapped around a branch. Wasn't human, it had fur.
>Then, I looked down.
>I guess it had been a bear, at one time. It was gutted and missing it's head.
>Defcon 1, time to pray to god.
>I started running, then looked to my left.
>There was a pack of them. I'd say roughly my height, 6'5, 6'6.
>Gangly, black and just...fucked up looking. They were moving silently throughout the woods, some looking right at me.
>They were heading in such a way that if I continued my path, they'd cut me off.
>So, I start heading right+forward, tactically losing my shit.
>I stop and aim, firing a shot.
>Praise the gods, I fucking hit one.
>It let out a scream, as if it was vomiting nails while on fire.
>I thought they were people at first, but after I fired that shot+got a better look, I was no good.
>The face was like someone had taken a spoon and just dug out where the eyes *should* have been. Their lower *jaw* so to speak was pushed to one side, or so I saw.
>The body was all wrong, and black as fucking tar.
>I went from feeling panic and despair, to sheer fucking hatred. Maybe it was the fact I knew I was going to die in the woods, hell if I know.
>BOOM, BOOM, BOOM, BOOM. I started throwing as much lead down range as I could.
>They stopped and stared. I fumbled to reload.
>They stared harder.
>Then, one let out a loud warble, while shaking like a leaf.
What happened next, made me accept that I was going to die.
>About a hundred shrieks and assorted warbles came back.
>I swear that thing fucking smiled at me.
>I gave up fighting and I ran. I ran and I fucking ran.
>I was smashing through trees and bushes as if they were paper.
>I was near dead from running, and they weren't letting up.
>I came into the service road that lead to my car.
>I was no more than halfway down when I realized they were gaining on me. Six, maybe seven were still pursuing me.
>I spun around, fell to one knee and fired two shots, killing one instantly. Headshot.
>They halted, screeched and started twitching, running back into the woods.
>I made to to my car, smashed the window out because fuck opening the door with keys, started it up and didn't go below 80 until I got near the local gas station.
TL;DR Fuck the woods, don't go alone, shit's all fucked up. To this day, I don't know why they retreated. I was probably fucked if they hadn't.
The Thunderbird story is so bizarre.
It was supposedly seen clear as day multiple times.
I wonder if it was a rather large and lost albatross.
Or maybe an overgrown condor?
New Mexibro here, don't even pick a fight with skinwalkers. Any who are alive today are too smart to be killed by a fun.
>Be 17 year old me.
>Driving to the casino to pick up Grandma.
>Illegally packing this adorable little 25 the old man have me.
>Not for drugs and shit, just to be safe.
>It's like 11 at night.
>See this little old Indian lady all dressed in rags.
>Sticking her thumb out, trying to get a ride.
>Something seemed off, she was hunched over but still damn tall.
>At least 5'10", probably over 6'2" if erect.
>Whatever, I slow down to pick her up.
>For whatever reason, switch from low to high-beams just then.
>As soon as I do, she fucking bolts off on all fours.
>Like a hyena or some shit.
I was rattled to say the least. Don't fuck with skinwalkers. Chubacabra is just a big ass, scurvy coyote. Skinwalkers are something else.
Oh god, thank you for reminding me of my state's cryptid.
I really like to think the Oklahoma Octopus is the way you try to find an excuse for someone going night swimming after boozing and drowning.
In some crazy plainsman sorta way though.
Pic related. Albatrosses can be fucking enormous.
I could imagine one flying low enough over an ignorant person and scaring the shit out of them.
>Bigfoot? I honestly would not actively try to shoot at one. I would only observe.
Good man. The skunk-apes are already pissed enough at kicking them off their res's with all the indians in the 1840s I'm surprised they haven't raised hell or allied with some twisted extraexistential shit yet to get back at us. There are supposed to be two squatch tribe councils left, but I haven't been to the PNW in a while to ask around the medicine man circuit. Maybe they just gave up.
My eyesight is poor as fuck, so I wear glasses.
I've had freakish hearing every since I was wee, always thought it was because my eyesight wasn't that good. Dunno really.
Mind you, it wasn't very loud out and when that branch broke, it was noticeable. Not very, but I caught it. Listened closely, heard it getting closer.
well, like, if a tree was getting snapped in half, you might hear it from that far and it would only sound like a twig. but like, i know that shit is made up anyways, so i don't care.
Lad, I wish it was made it up. Nothing like reoccurring nightmares because of seeing something like that.
And if you think it's unnatural to hear things that far, it was quiet, save for some wind. Sound travels, and it was rather quiet when I heard it. Didn't think much of it when I heard it, but it started getting slightly louder and louder as time passed.
Oregon reporting in.
I prefer the Mauser 1918 T-Gewehr when hunting Big Feet.
I've used .308 before, but just have to mag dump to get the larger ones to bleed out.
My T-Gewehr's 13.2mm's can stop one in s full charge.
I'd post pictures but my phone screen in cracked. It was recoil that broke it.
A shotgun is enough to take on most cryptids, even skinwalkers
Tell me how they moved. Did they walk on two legs? Did they have a swagger of sorts? Could you see their ankles? Were you even able to tell?
As Americans they also strongly support the second amendment (sasquatch too)... So if you are gonna tread on their lawns or make them feel like their life or someone else is in danger by you, you better wear plates.
Two legs, two arms. Humanoid. Some of them were freakish fucking smooth in their movements, some of them seemed to have problems getting their shit together. I watched one hit a tree full sprint, would have died laughing if not in fear for my skin.
When they started staring at me, a few of them tilted their heads as if they were examining me.
Their legs seemed oddly straight, never really got a clear look at their ankles mind you.
skinwalker disinfo agent pls
everyone knows that a sustained rate of fire and high velocity rounds are mandatory when going up against the beast
>legs seemed oddly straight
Straight like humanoid, or straight like stilts?
I'm just trying to get a picture of what was hunting you. I'd say they were just fucking with you all cat and mouse, but by that logic they should have retreated after you discharged.
i would love to walk through that cutting icy wind dress in full overwhites wielding a molotov cocktail its flaming fuse creating a dull orange glow reflected by the whipping snow in the air. I would march my lonely advance toward the boldest of the beasts. it remains motionless in the road eyes fixed on me. The bloody carcass of its recent victim gripped in its claws. I would cock back my arm and with a guttural yell i would release the flaming bottle.
Ick. Good thing you made it the hell out of there. Much closer encounter than what I've had.
Just play 4U fag it's good. Most all the hitboxes are better, though Khezu is still an annoying fuck.
it just took out a sedan. look at the size of its legs it would close in on in the first couple strides. fight or flight man if you cant run you better attack that mother fucker.
i had a gun based off the same principle in deadlands d20 campaign. I was playing a stage-coat robber turned sheriff. I basically took five points in enemy (which means that like a nation or the predator or something on that level is trying to kill you) so i could have a five in personal item. I got a single action pistol that had Norse ruins all over it and only a single bullet. (that was rumored to be part of a set that could kill anything) but the pistol also fired straight 45 long colt so i just killed mother fuckers with that.
>tfw no /k/x/tg/ game night
Have K invented any cryptid?
also, wendigo is more of a central canada thing. It doesnt have a body of its own, it possesses humans and makes them shitty
Now that I think of it. Someone here has killed a wendigo
>not using large rifle rounds to punch through dense sasquatch fur, skin, and bone
Too bad the Mogollon Monster doesn't exist. I go camping alone up there for 2 weeks at a time a few times a year. Never seen anything spoopy aside from the occasional mountain lion, which are spooky enough on their own.
Nah the dead sniper in enemy at the gates wasn't a skeleton; there's virtually no way he could have been sitting there long enough to have fully decayed like that. It's from something else.
Sorry I'm currently at work, but what is the difference between the Wendigo's and skin walkers?
White Ash bullet to kill the skin walkers, is it "white ash" as in the wood, or is it "white ash" as in white ash from a bombfire?
>tfw live near Tahoe
Would torpedoes work on a cryptid?
Frostbiter is what it was called! If you like shitty old horror movies you will love it.
I've thought about mixing silver, rock salt, and white ash together. Adding it all to a little bit of wax and making 12ga slugs for my trench gun.
Any ideas for improvement for anti-spook shells?
Take the slugs and have them blessed by your local bishop or cursed by your local satanic mage
Been into the woods hundreds of times. Never saw anything like that.
Bears, yotes, etc, sure, seen em' all.
I've never smoked pot, never drank much either.
So, quite frankly, I'm gonna stick with the fact that what I saw was real. Fucked up, terrible, but real.
Fluke shot, not skill. Took about two seconds to aim before I took the shot, waited until I wasn't breathing. Didn't expect to land it.
Also, I'm not in poor health. I've got decent stamina and I go for hikes/runs as much as I can. My sway wasn't totally fucked, but it wasn't like my arms were spaghetti in the wind.
I propose a new type of green text
Instead of spoopy creatures vs scared humans how bout spoopy creature vs spoopy creatures
If anyone has experiences or is a good writer please share
Jesus you survived the '95 Christmas party? That thing was a mess.
>jersey fag reporting in
Just stay the fuck out of the pine barrens. Nothing out that way but mile after mile of dead trees and marsh.
Went swimming with my brother one time and the river suddenly filled with snakes. Not a few here and there, I'm talking bed to bed out of nowhere a snake every god damn foot. Strangest thing I've ever seen.
Had two eggs, some ham for breakfast.
Nothing but water and some generic trailmix for my hike. Have had that trailmix before, can say I never tripped massive balls from it.
Also, you lick amphibians mate, you don't eat the poor things.
Mah keked nigga. I actually like it there, quite and no one goes because in the summer it's a fucking mosquito infested hellhole and in the winter it's a wet and muddy hellhole but I love just being alone in the woods and the fog and bare trees are beautiful.
>I want to exterminate the ones with a thirst for human blood.
they are not even that rare. use this pic as reference
Those fucking disgusting talons are the greatest evil the world has ever known.
>Be Arizona Bro
>Live in fucking Yuma
>Literally nothing to do here
>Finally get vacation time from work
>Decide to displacement camp near the Mogollon Rim
>Had done displacement camping before in the desert during winter, just wanted to try something new
>Grabbed AR headed innawoods
>Set up camp a little south of Williams
>Had two weeks of vacation time
>Was going to spend a week in the woods
>Spend the rest of the afternoon setting up camp
>First night was very nice
>Wasn't too hot or too cold
>Had some beans for dinner and was nice and cozy in my make shift hammock/tent combo
>Slept like a baby
>Had some breakfast and decided to explore the Rim
>Marked camp on GPS and headed out
>Had old USGI bandoleer with seven 20rd magazines in it
>Camelbak and some protein bars and I was set
>Did some 'sploran
>Nothing really interesting for anyone who lives there
>But for someone who had to deal with SAND AND MORE SAND most of their lives it was lovely
>Saw some animals
>Lots of trees
>Eventually made my way back to camp
>More beans and a cozy sleep
>Get woken up
>Fire still going somewhat so it hasn't been too long
>Deer or Elk must be fucking around
>Sure hope it's not a cougar
>Sleep with rifle so already set
>Pop safety off
>It looks like bigfoot
>He's kinda just fuckin' about my camp
>Don't move a muscle
>He fiddles with some of my gear
>Grabbed a can of my beans
>Bites the fucking can
>Jaws were powerful enough that he bit clean through it
>Wasn't expecting actual beans so it freaked out at the wet and beanie part
>Decided he liked it
>Drank that shit quick
>Nigga that was my food, the fuck bro
>Eventually he walks back into the forest
>Fall asleep after re-safetying rifle three hours later
>Camp is partially rekt
>Footprints all over
>Try to forget about this thing eating my god damned beans
Lake Tahoe here.
Tahoe Tessie is unknown to the locals now. No longer is Tessie talked about. It's sad, we have one of the deepest lakes in the world. No oxygen at the bottom of it.
Yes, a skinwalker will usually appear as an innocent attractive woman.
>Decide to put it out of my mind
>Big thing was just curious, at least it wasn't a fucking cougar
>Head out again
>Constantly observing my environment this time
>See a lot of foot prints
>I must have set up camp in his stomping grounds
>That explains why he was checking out my camp
>It's about 2 in the afternoon so I decide to break for lunch
>Which mean climbing a tree and having a couple of protein bars and water
>Maybe about 20ft up
>Something moves in the distance
>It's him again
>Looks like he's foraging
>Sees something on an adjacent tree
>He's lightening fast
>He has a squirrel
>Looks at it
>Bites it in half
>Shit bricks and go defcon 1
>Safety off but don't move
>He finishes the rest of squirrel bro
>Makes his way towards me, but hasn't noticed me yet
>Asshole puckers so tight a diamond might pop out
>Comes to my fucking tree
>Hand on rifle, he still hasn't noticed
>Standing at the base of my tree sniffing
>Time fucking stops and I get a good look at the thing
>He's about 8.5ft tall, his face is bare and has big brown eyes
>His face has deep lines and wrinkles and looks heavy
>His fur is brown but is graying in some areas
>He is clearly very old
>Pls no kill
Ahh sorry about that. This is what would appear to him, followed by a stern raping with a demon phallus.
>If we just look at each other for a while
>There's still protein bar in my mouth half chewed
>Have a spare
>Slowly pull it from my pocket while not breaking eye contact
>Start to unwrap it
>The crinkling of the packaging spooks him and he backs off a bit
>Have fully unwrapped fudge protein bar
>Slowly extend arm to offer it
>After what feels like years his gigantic arm reaches for it and takes it
>Sniffs it and eats it in one bite
>Looks at me again, huffs and lumbers off North of my camp
>After 45 minutes climb down and head back to camp
>Never actually see him for the remainder of my camping
>Always would hear odd noises
>Like huffing or twigs snapping oddly, or a brown/gray shape out of the corner of my eye only to be gone when I'd look that way
>Eventually go home
>Turns out I had an encounter with the Mogollon Monster
>Don't tell anyone about this
>mfw I had a legitimate human/cryptic encounter that wasn't maximum spooky
>probably going to go camp the same spot in the Spring to see if he's still around
>Will bring more beans and bars next time
>Hopefully I won't get killed.
>A little voice in my head hopes he hasn't died of old age yet
>Will report with findings around April hopefully
Will she be asian if requested? Will it/she have that nasty blood/copper smell while in humanoid female form? Also how to incapacitate a skinwalker so that it holds its female form while unconscious?
Ok listen closely, you'll be able to identify a skinwalker by its pinecone/rain scent.
To keep it in its human form you need to prevent it from letting out it's war cry. The war cry is what makes it transform.
okay yeah that's different...
I'm talking about /x/ tier shit.
a video camera will make all these vanish. They won't even bother you. I always go camping with a video camera and you know what? not even one spooky story.
From earlier in the thread
Aw man he fucked with the Fae and walked away? Guy must be one badass SOB.
99.99999% of the time you just never see the person again.
I heard a story from the czech republic where some guy ACTUALLY TOOK A SWING at one of the FAE, true to form they played fuck fuck games with the group for a while and let one guy get away to tell the story. Pissed em off so bad they actually initiated a time slip just to draw thier murder party out longer.
Tips for fae
1: dont fucking meet the fae
2: if you meet the fae, be polite
3: dont accept or offer gifts to the fae, they dont have gifts, only a debt exchange system. You REALLY do not want to owe the fae a favor.
4: do not attempt to have sex with the fae. Especially if they offer it to you.
5: if they smile mischieviously and offer to lead you out of the woods dont be that dumbass who goes"but im not lost" you are now. They will probably offer to do so in exchange for something you have on you that you deem valuable. (Your gun, or maybe just all your ammo, or your expensive watch, maybe something retarded like all the pennies dated 1980-1995 in your pocket) they dont really want it, they just like playing games. If you comply and give it to them (your gun wont save you anyways, just give it up if asked) theyll lead you along a perfectly simple mundane walk back to your orgin point. If you refuse theyll laugh at you because now the hunt is on. Somebody will find your skull on accident 15 years later
Honestly the fae have more rules than any one human can remember. Just dont fuck with them. To them were bellowing down syndrome children and they take great sport in devising elaborate poetic justice based off of thier laws and customs where another idiot human blundered along into thier trap and literally purchased thier own brutal mutilation/disapppurchas out of ignorance.
>not knowing that cryptids interfere with electronics
Son I sure hope you do your studying before you walk innawoods
yeah, this is true, iron really fucks em up, probably wont permanantly kill em but it will make em run off for a while.
The only problem with the Fae is thier goddamned glamour/mind tricks. You might think you just blew the bitch's head off and youre busy shanking the torso for good measure when you hear laughter behind you and realise youre just stabbing a rotten log with a stick because you tossed your gun and knife in a lake an hour ago.
The only real way to permanantly kill them is habitat destruction since they seem to be more of a manifestation of the area than an actual living breathing entity.
Ive actually heard the theory that they are really just a psychic projection and arent even there physically, they just fuck with yer senses to make you think they are and iron just works because people believe it does.
Not gonna test it though.
Yer mom belongs on /x/......
But no, you are correct. What amazes me is how gun control debate threads get deleted but people can sit around and play pretend about about fighting imaginary creatures.
Has it really been forgotten? I went to one of the high schools there only about 5 years ago and some kids were joking about making it the mascot on a poll.
Back on topic, have any lake monsters ever been a threat to warrant killing? There aren't many stories about them sinking boats or killing people, just being chill dinosaurs.
Man, I go up there for a couple weeks at a time and I haven't ever seen anything like that. Where on the rim were you? I usually go either a few miles west or north of Knoll Lake, after catching a couple fish for the first two days.
Drain lake around it, watch it struggle to be terrifying with no natural habitat the stupid faggy cunt
Such a hilariously stupid name why would I even be scared? Pour bleach into the lake go home and wait for it to go blind, go back laugh at it some more for that stupid name.
Are you serious? Batsquatch? What kind of moronic dicksplitting mad scientist made this shit? He's half bat for crying out loud just wait until day light, sneak in and fuck with his fur, shavecrandom patches off, spray paint dicks everywhere I'm his cave, show him he's not even worth killing.
98% hair. Sneak into his cave while he's sleeping, use your sisters straighteners to make him look like a fucking pansy, he'll end up killing himself when all the woodland creatures call him an emo fag
Not even worth fucking worrying about. Take a shit in his lake, give him the finger from the shoreline.
Look at that fucking unnecessarily long neck. Evolution dicked you over pal. I'm tying a breeze block to your head you stupid cunt until you end up a penniless derelict from paying out for medical bills for spine realignment.
Lol this prick renamed himself "Sharlie" after Charlie Sheen thinking it made him sound cool. Yeah right nice deformed hump you cocksickle.
That's a fucking chimpanzee. I'll tranqulise the little shit and sell him to NASA. Nice job evolving into something worthwhile there sit for brains.
>Bear lake Monster
I'll leave it for the bears to take care of.
Look at that atrophied body and fucking slit eyes. Yeah right mate, I can probably walk faster than you can sprint you knobbly knee-ed sack of crab meat.
This weak jawed moron only sucks goats blood. Helllooooooo paging doctor faggot? You can eat them as well you fucking spaz. 3/10 you managed to scare some Mexicans we're all very impressed.
Named after a SciFi puppet show. Yeah good one. I'll saddle you and ride you to mount doom.
HAAAAA! Half man, half frog, all fucking pussy. What are you? Four foot tall pal? Fucking manlets you make me sick, I'll smear your frogspawn all over my body and rape your frog wife while youre tied to a chair then I'll shit on your lilypad
Just look at yourself in the mirror pal. Look at your shitty gangly goofy anorexic limbs. What could you possibly do to me? Give me a hand shandy while I'm standing on a step ladder? Go home and lift some more you freak of nature
LMAOing at your life you Nancy little dildo.
I'll put a fucking washing basket over you and charge the neighbourhood kids to come and poke you with sticks. I'll let you go when you've paid off my mortgage you wimoy little semen demon.
Probably the only worth adversary on this goddamn list and yet I aint even breaking a sweat, what's the land agility of an Octopus? Fuck all that's what, your tentacle suckers will make for a nice handjob though sweetheart shhhhhh no it's okay just let it happen you 8 legged whore
Silver wounds wendigo, fire/consecrated items deter them.
To actually kill one requires the ol' heart-staberoony with a silver stake; seal every piece of the heart in a silver box & bury it in consecrated soil.
Dismember the corpse with a silver-plated axe, salt the meaty chunks, burn them & scatter the ashes in four separate remote locations.
Of course, it all sounds very well & good, but it's a fucking stupid thing to even attempt.
>I always go camping with a video camera and you know what? not even one spooky story.
I never go camping with a camera and you know what? not even one spooky story. Either cryptids don't exist, or they like me because I scare off people who are dicks to nature.
You know what always makes me laugh it off over these critters? Logic.
Scientists can say "oh we think a critically endangered sturgeon lives around here" catch it, tag it, and let it go.
But not a 40 foot long lake monster? Huh. Almost like it doesnt exist.
Bigfoot? We can find the last grizzly bear or wolf in the state for study, but not an 8 foot tall hairy man beast?
Also somehow every singe photo is grainy as fuck and every other piece of "evidence" turns out to be dog fur or plaster casts of deliberately altered bear pawprints submitted to the discovery channel by some wild eyed redneck who wants to be on TV.
There are no longer vast tracts of uncharted wilderness in the lower 48, every piece of land has a road or trail or is acessible by people. These things couldnt live in sustainable breeding groups without being caught.
The closest thing to "cryptids" i believe in is when somebody claims to have spotted a jaguar in the southwest because
A) they actually exist
B) that actually used to be thier habitat before sub divisions, ranches, and walmarts got built over all of thier hunting grounds. so its remotely possible 1 or 2 might still wander up from mexico on occaision.
REEEEEEEEEEEE! You niggers leave frog man alone! All frog man do is give humans love and gift them danke memes. Please no bully frog man.
Wendigos are bullet proof. >Until dawn faggot, prove me wrong.
Frogman is actually pepe.
Swamp Apes are just escaped pet apes
>Sharlie. Is from Idaho, never head of Sharlie.
Batsquatch is an SJW, you know what to do.
Skinwalker is your average liberal.
The Dover Demon is a grey alien apparently.
That's all you need.
And its all of 3 feet long in an entire fucking ocean and they tracked it down.
Or the giant squid. We knew they were real because carcases would watch up on beaches, wed just never seen one alive before a little while ago.
So youd think somebody could find a skull or a partially decomposed body or something that didnt turn out to be something else we already know about.
I thought that natives idea of wendigos were just people that cracked during famines and ate dead bodies, but kept doing it even though the famine was over.
Then Supernatural comes out and the internet gets a hold of some meme fuel and its gotta be this spooky (totally not a zombie/vampire/bigfoot mashup guise, srsly!!!) Type critter.
I think the natives concept of some emaciated psycho who kidnaps and eats his neighbors even though the winter famine is over concept is a lot more blood chilling than this cartoony slender man knockoff bullshit.
The true wendiho is a possesing spirit that tempts you to cannibalism. Wendigo psychosis pretty much ended after ww2 when the improved road networks meant year round food availability.
Yes. One of the last recorded cases occurred near where i currently am.
The Salteau tribe were known to have healing rituals to drive out the spirit. The host was often killed as part of the ritual to stone for their crimes. Last healer to do the ritual was hung for murder.
Yeah, it was a cultural thing endemic to a certain region of canada where it was believed that if you resorted to canibalism it was better to die than eat another humans body because they believed it turned you into a wendigo (wendigo is basically local dialect for cannibal just with shamanic/superstitious connotations)
They believed if you ate human flesh you wouldnt be able to stop, apparently there were confirmed cases of people eating thier families despite help being a short ways away or not yet being in/ having akready survived a starvation scenario.
They had shamans whose job it was to euthanize such people. They also provided euthanasia for the terminally ill or very very old who requested it.
Well they did until the mounties rode in and hung all the shamans because western society considered it murder.
The last wendigo hunter was this fella. guy by the name of jack fiddler, hung himself before the mounties could.
You won't trick me Skinwalker
Hello fellow humans. I was just busy doing human things like wearing shoes and bleeding a lot when I noticed this thread on another huma-..... i mean my.... cell phone?.... yes. Cellphone.
Anyways, yee naaldlooshii..... i mean skin walkers are totally harmless. I hear theyre pretty cool to hang out with if you go for long walks in the woods alone after dark! Remember to go unarmed because we, i mean they are just as afraid of you!!!!
A lot of it is hallucinations caused by isolation, electromagnetic radiation, and particle radiation. All of which depends a lot on location, and, yes, hallucinations can be the same for multiple people.
That meshes with the stories I've been told.
Desperate people tempted to commit ghastly crimes by demonic spirits. The longer it goes on the stronger the demon gets.
I've always been told that even though the Windigo had been driven out, that the crimes left a taint on the land itself.
The lingering influence of demonic crimes causing misfortune to the unwary tresspasser was the threat a Windigo posed.
Of course this is all folklore, and probably passed around to keep people away from illicit stills or grow-ops.
That being said, I ain't going out looking for trouble on land I've been warned away from.
Scientists and antropologists dont think it was an actual "disease" in the standard sense so much as a "culture bound mental illness" somewhat similar to other tribal groups (viking battle rage or berserking, maylay "amok" a blood frenzy where a warrior slaughters friend, family, and foe alike and various fainting sicknesses throughout multiple cultures, in europe women actually used to convince themselves that they had "caught the madness" from another woman and hysteria epidemics would sweep entire cities with the entire female populations dancing wildly, laughing, or shrieking) it wasnt a pathogen or real madness, or if it was a mental illness it took the form the person had been taught to believe in.
Essentially its possible for heavily enculturated belief to cause symptoms that match or are similar to the ones from some sort of legend or myth.
Kinda like the placebo effect.
Second New Mexibro. I'm from the Southern part of the state so I'd delt with my fair share of Goatsuckers
honestly just treat them like large varmint and you're fine. they rarely hunt in packs and if they do it's mama cabra and her pups. Aim for the torso and let it rip. just don't let the damn things within running distance.
Noise works well and horses will spook them away if food isn't an issue.
they are weird looking, big hairless canines but that shit about the spines and green skin was invented to scare gringos. you'll know youre dealing with them and not Coyote or Foxes by their howl it's deeper sounds like a human doing a good howl but thats about it. just be smart put your food up and keep fires lit. it's getting colder so they are gonna start moving back across the border soon. mid spring they breed and start moving back up here.
doesn't the skinwalker need to kill a wendigo first before it can assume its form?
This map is clearly off. Nevada is full of aliens (mexican and Ayy LMAOs), skinwalkers, goatmen, drunken indians selling me awesome fireworks and yet none are listed on your map.
They all died, we don't like to talk about it.
Hey, mind if i speak with you in some way?
I plan on doing some innawoods expeditions, mostly scouting for the paranormal. Do you have an FJ account or somewhere else can speak? or you know, telling me to fuck off is fine too.
I've read dozens of accounts of that story and the obscene depths of human misery never fail to disturb me.
Foster and Eddy finally arrived at Truckee Lake on March 14, where they found their children dead.
>"Keseberg told Eddy that he had eaten the remains of Eddy's son, and Eddy swore to murder Keseberg if they ever met in California."
One of the more tame events that transpired.
"Keseberg said he put a blanket around her and told her to start out in the morning, but she died during the night. The salvage party were suspicious of Keseberg's story, and found a pot full of human flesh in the cabin along with George Donner's pistols, jewelry, and $250 in gold. They threatened to lynch Keseberg, who confessed that he had cached $273 of the Donners' money, at Tamsen's suggestion, so that it could one day benefit her children."
Guy lied to avoid lynching. He was killing and eating members of the party and caching thier valuables for when he could get back to civilization.
Fuck cryptids, humans are the most fucking terrifying creatures.
Think of native americans after a harsh winter, they go to a neighboring camp to see if neighbor jumping horse survived. They find nothing but gnawed bones and one insane emaciated survivor who used to be jumping bear gnawing on a childs arm.
No human mind wants to admit that we are capable of something like that, not even a stone age tribal. Of course theyd try to explain it as best they could.
"Jumping bear became windigo, had to kill him, he was posessed by evil"
Irish short film: The Silent City
wait wait wait... are you serious?! They actually fucking exist!? Take a fucking picture or something, holy crap I wanna see that shit. I got bitcoins, I'll pay you if you have a real fucking picture.
goddammit you fuckers
I live in Ruidoso area when I am not at work. During the workweek I am in Albuquerque.
Do either of you frequent any gun shops in Albuquerque?
This pic is way too spooky for my standards
Snipe aren't even in North America...
its funny how your story is consistent with another story some anon posted in some other thread. Only those guys werent black as tar and walked like fucking zombies so maybe not the same. idk,.
Well they both are scary as fuck bot are huge and fucking strong as hell they are similar-ish in looks and strength really I would only be more scared of the skin walker because it can change into other beings.
A story from a while back, but a story nonetheless, told a portion a while ago on /x/ too, two parts
>dont come to the chans yet(~5 years ago)
>have field cams set up on property me and my father hunt together on
>one day catch people in street clothes walking around on property on cams
>property is in the middle of nowhere
>me and dad call em the forest walkers
>over time, the pictures become more and more common, they get closer to cam
>one day, someone got into the cams and stole the batteries and sim cards
>never on cams again
>be missourifag still (2.5 years back, first chan visit in 3 months)
>be hunting same woods
>hear howling of some sort, no wolves in missouri
>on top of massive hill, looking around with scope, 250m or so, heavy brush at the bottom for about 50 feet then more little hills (6 foot incline then flat/down)
>start seeing movement in trees
>little bits of black every once in a while
>squirrels start screaming(that weird territorial shit)
>thought maybe it was a squirrel until then
>never get a full picture, just little shapes poking out around the oaks
>moves closer, gets to about 75m before I leave
>just inside the thicket
>dont fire for hope of deer within the last 10 minutes of me being able to see through my scope
>packup and leave
>check one last time
>large shape on edge of thicket, cant make out, trees and branches broke it up too well
>looked vaguely humanoid
>big as hell
>nope the fuck out and get back to my car
>vaguely see movement in the distance as i drive away
>get home and wonder what the fuck i just saw
Btw i live to the east, the property is about 45 minutes west of the nicer parts of STL
Hey wtf me and a buddy were hanging out camping. Eh been drinking but stopped awhile ago, never got drunk just buzzed. talking bout women and our old scout days. Anyways things settle down and we head to bed at 11ish. Its early november so no more leaves or bugs but just cold enough for a fire.Well it was an impromptu trip and we r out in my truck bed in our sleeping bags. Wake up around one. My buddy is sitting up staring off into the tree line. We r praked in the middle of a field with the woods about.100 yds away in almost every direction. I tell him I feel weird like I'm being watched. He just calmly and quietly says we are being watched. Never moving his eyes. He slowly points to an object standing a few feet in from the treeline. My heart froze, there was a tall humanoid figure to big to be a man. We both stared wide eyed at it for a good minute. Then a cloud came and screwed up what little light we had from the moon. A.minute past and it was no longer there. We didn't get much sleep. The next day we went down to where it was standing and the dead tree near it was 13.ft and the honeysuckle bush's were 7ft so we estimate about 9ft tall and long like down to the knee arms.
It is down off of hwy 19 just south of why 70. About an hr west of STL. We could see a good 50 ft into the woods. It stood out against the gray leaves on the ground aND the tRees around it. It was dark and we.saw it move one of its arms but they remained at its sides. Something is going on out there. My buddies have weird stories, but we both haven't told anyone yet.