I've been looking for an animated episode of Nick Arcade with the original Nicktoons cast from the Nickelodeon cable launch. it was 1979, or close to it. Doug hadn't given birth to his younger sister Judy yet, but as we all know, he would within days of the episode. the games were green screen as was the style at the time. one was Sonic, that much I remember. there might have been a Resident Evil too, and of course Call of Duty.
Doug, as most celebrity guests were, was awful at the games. he constantly died and then would look at the camera and give a "Dear Journal" speech. somehow. he came in second to Ginger Foutley, which I was surprised to see considering she had killed herself a few years ago. beating a pregnant Doug was still an accomplishment, as Judy was also given a controller and their scores counted together.
since he lost, he was deleted from the show. as in, completely deleted. it was like when a film strip catches on fire. I was scared that he would be deleted from his own show as well, but luckily there were different animators and he did not disappear from Doug like he did Nick Arcade. it was quite haunting though, and I can still hear his screams when I close my eyes.
the animated Nick Arcades were hard to come by especially since most betamax players from that time were damaged in the nuclear war with the Soviet Union. still, I distinctly remember this episode and hope to see it again. I think Doug could have gotten more points in Sonic if he had used the spin dash.
Are you high?
These stupid threads did remind me of the time Catdog was on Figure It Out.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZPZkQGFtnBs
>>81276908
Nah. He's just a time-travelling version of some regular shitposter who lived long enough to reach senility.
>tfw you realize you will be just like him one day
>>81276405
I love when I am playing a game and I need to use the Doug button.
>>81277194
wow. so they just.. had puppets? and they controlled the animation live?
wat
>>81276405
I'm not sure, but I like what I'm reading here.
>>81276405
I think OP Doug-ed when he should have Faster-ed.
>>81277640
What does the Doug button do?
>>81282008
It DougsIt's the generic action button
>>81282008
makes a great LOSS edit
>>81277395
he must be from the Berenstein bears universe
>>81277194
I never realized how awkward this show was as a kid.
The implementation of Cat Dog was cool, though, even if it made the show even more awkward.
>>81282008
>>81281019
It's clearly awkward CGI.
>>81276405
>>81277194
Jim Cummings is sounding more like his Darkwing Duck voice than Cat in this.
You know I had that episode on tape, but one day I traded it for some other tape of a movie called the Day the Clown Cried. But yeah crazy doug ep I know.
Dear Journal,
I don't know if it's me, Doug, anymore.
As you no doubt remember from my previous entry Bluffington is no longer as I remember it. Everything outside is dark and I don't remember the last time I saw the sun.
The silence in the house is oppressive. The air is heavy and collects in my lungs as moisture from a fog. Every time I look up at the bulbs appear to glow fainter and yellower. Three of them have burnt out in the lower floors. As you will remember, journal, Judy is locked in the basement. She was hammering on the door loudly and moaning in that once-human voice for hours, but now she has fallen silent. I dare not unlock the door. Once, and only once, I have tried to listen at that portal; I heard a very faint but raspy breathing of a bloody throat and the touch of fingertips on the wooden door. Judy - or what was Judy - then slammed the door with what I presume were fists and released a cacophony of shrieking. It took ten minutes for it to fall silent again and I cannot stand to provoke it again.
Mom and Dad said they had to look for help and tried to make a run for it. I closed and bolted the door after them, as they had instructed, but still heard the screams - human and inhuman from outside. I never heard the car's engine start. The cracking and slurping continued for an hour. I have tried to comfort myself with Porkchop's company, but eventually - for no reason I can decipher - he went mad, running in circles and foaming at the mouth, barking at every exit to the outside. It was a blessing to us both when he finally vomited up blood, whined once, and fell over dead.
All the lights in the house suddenly went dead. Excuse my poor penmanship, journal, for I am writing in total darkness. I can hear faint murmuring sounds outside. Picking up the phone I hear nothing, no dial tone, such as it was in my previous entry.
My eyes are adjusting to the dark. Looking out the window I can see black-on-black shapes writing, human bodies controlled by something else. Their movements are lithe and flexible, as if unused to their own forms but unconcerned by the pain of twisting joints. On the neighboring lawn I can the fat, bloated form of Bud Dink, arms twisting in bizarre directions in deference to some obscene being, or deity, or something else beyond my comprehension.
I fear I am the only one in town not yet affected, or dead. I can hear sounds now, what would be speech, but only come as illegible tonguing to my still sane (?) ears, but I can recognize voices. The crass baying of Roger. The shrill piping of Beebe. The...high, perfect singer's tones of Patti. My dear, sweet Patti, into this thing of evil and horror. I can only pray that the real you, Patti, has left to somewhere unreachable by this insidious influence.
"HONK HONK" I hear, echoing through the streets and over carefully manicured lawns. So he still retains something of him. Perhaps it was because it was first, that it started with him. Friendly Skeeter. Poor Skeeter. Damned, too-smart Skeeter with his perfect IQ scores. Damn him and his sudden obsession with those runes. He was the only one that could have done it. If I had killed him that day as I knew in my heart of hearts I should have this all could have been avoided.
I hear a crash. The front doors, below me, are open. Suddenly sound fills the house. I hear what was Judy banging on the basement door again, screaming to be released even as her rescuers thunder up the stairs towards me. The revolver in my hand cannot stop them all, and I don't want to see what will come next anyway. I can feel what is coming will be worse than any hell that comes of death by one's own hand.
You were the only friend able to comfort me in my last moments, journal. Goodbye.
>>81283100
>FASTER
>to move faster
WOW
>>81289924
>"HONK HONK" I hear, echoing through the streets and over carefully manicured lawns.
That got me.
>That episode when doug practice sex with his dog.
>>81289939
>>81289924
>>81289898
I remember that episode. It only aired when I was alone. Weird.
>>81289898
>>81289924
>>81289939
I like to think I've been on /co/ for a good number of years but I have never seen this presumable copy pasta.
Damn.
>>81289939
How did he write this if he shot himself?
>>81291937
I don't know, it seems familiar, either that or I've seen too many copypastas like this
>>81291823
and now you're all grown up and alone. coincidence?
>>81276405
Remember that time the OP totally beefed it?
>>81276405
>OP reminds me of
>>81293581
Every time
>>81276405
This is brilliant
>>81276405
Bravo, anon. We need more stuff like this to keep us on our toes.
>>81282008
It lets you play as patty....being fucking by doug. Those two buttons are the only 2 words she can say.
