[Mini rank | Fun Rank] Halloween History [A CDT Event]

Do we really know the true background behind Halloween? Did we always carve pumpkins and dress up?
I think only you can tell me the real truth behind the scary night of Halloween!

How to enter

I want you to come up with the funniest/scariest/saddest or cutest reason behind why we celebrate Halloween.
You must write your own, it cannot be based around the real reason of Halloween and DO NOT spam the thread with comments.

You can include pictures, gifs and anything you can think of, but I just want the real reason behind Halloween.. You were there that night.. so what happened?

Prizes

The winner will receive 2 draws towards the famous Zombie fun-rank and a Halloween mini rank.
2nd and 3rd will receive a Halloween mini rank.


*Deadline is the 1st of November*​

 

How about a sad story, is that ok?

 

thanks ^w^

 

Halloween was created when cosplayers wanted a holiday where they could do there thing, judgement free, without having to pay for a ticket to the nearest Comic-Con.
I'm tired alright I'll "remember" something better tomorrow.

 

It was a chilly Autumn evening in 1856, Joshan was eating dinner with his wealthy family in Eastern Canada. Joshan had always had a gambling problem since his early childhood, so his parents were scolding him for losing over $40,000 of their hard earned money. "You spent over $39,504 on gambling in the casino Roonsrape?!", asked Joshan's dad, angrily. "Yes... But I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to lose it all. Roonscrape is the best casino in the area, I didn't think I'd lose so much", cried Joshan. "I guess it just wasn't my Time to Buy in. I lost all of my bets. I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you, I promise!", said Joshan, as he went up to his room to get away from the situation.

As he walked up the stairs, he heard a loud creek, something that had never happened before in his twenty million dollar home. Immediately following the creek, the lights began to flicker, on and off, on and off, until finally, they stayed off. Joshan yelled out to his parents in the darkness, but there was no response, he was alone. He ran in complete darkness up the rest of the stairs into his sisters' room. He was only able to see from the moonlight coming in her window that her room was empty. She wasn't in there. He called out to her, but there was no answer. All of a sudden, there was a loud buzz, the sound of the speaker system turning on downstairs, and then following that, a loud voice coming over them, "Your family has asked me to finish you off, they're tired of you losing their money. Your death will be a slow and scary one, are you ready?" Following the message, there was a loud explosion and a sudden burst of light coming through all of the windows. He ran for his life, out the front door of his mansion, unsure where to go. As he ran through the door, he froze in terror, looking at the terrible sight before him.



His barn was on fire, and there were zombies walking towards him. Thinking quickly on his feet, Joshan ran back into his house and grabbed the keys to his fathers Lamborghini. He ran to the garage, hopped in the car, and floored it, going right through the garage door and plowing over hundreds of zombies that seemed to come out of nowhere. His only thought was to leave Canada, to flee to the United States border and hopefully be allowed through if he explained his situation to the border patrol. Two hours into his journey to the border, the car starts to slow down, and then finally stops. "Oh shit," yells Joshan, "I forgot to get gas. I've never done that before since I've lived such a privileged life and have had butlers to do it for me."

He exits his car and is eaten by zombies. His body is said to come back to life once a year, on October 31st. The demons, zombies, witches, and other unearthly creatures come out on that night to kill him again, following the curse that his family has laid on him.



^ Joshan coming back to life.

The end.

note that Joshan is Time to Buy from Sythe

 

[Warning: SUPER OFFENSIVE]
I grew up in Wheaties, greatest town ever. I remember old misses Barnaby and how she always smelled like fish for some reason.
It wasn't until I got older than I realized, even at the ripe age of 67 she was still our town's biggest whore.
She also happened to be the Librarian, I assume that's where she met most of her customers, and even I have to admit
that for an old bitch she looked nice.. If I had the mentality that I do today, rest assured I would have hit it, hit it hard.
Though, recently I visited the town again and was dismayed that she had actually passed away the previous month,
something about contracting AIDS from one of the Nigerian transfer students. It was a shame really, poor monkey was
shunned from society from then on, and apparently he had just gained the town's trust - it was a southern town filled with honkies you see.
I digress though, even I must remove the nostalgia goggles every so often. The town was really horrible, but dammit,
it was MY town. And for some reason I could never be ashamed of it for more than a few hours.
Racist pricks as they were, they were MY racist pricks, and they never stood for anyone's bullshit.
Negro walked into town by mistake? Lynched. Wetback hopped the local barricade? Shot. Slope wheeled his bootleg wares
into the city? Greeted happily by the cheap-ass honkies who enjoyed his cheap-ass items. Kike come to steal our money,
our children, our garlic? Thrown in the well.

And this, is why we celebrate Halloween.

 

The meaning of Halloween, by Poxs.

One my favorite things to do is scaring
people around town. The towns men are always running around the village
doings their every day chores, it's a really big village and there's all kinds of
cool stuff around, so i have lots of fun running around minding my own business.



Right now, what I most want to do is give the hard working
townsmen a good scare, maybe that will cheer them up.... So I planned a
really elaborate prank, nothing out of hand, but something that would cheer
them up and give a nice jolt for a change.

I started planning it all out, so I set up a list of things I had to buy. Later that
day after completing the list I head over to the town general store and
bought everything I need; and boy was I happy...

As I walked along the streets of the town with a huge grin on my face I
walked by a candy store and thought to my self... "Boy..., what if they get
angry at me?, I better buy some candy as a backup plan and give it out to
the townsfolk" so there I was, with my bag full of supplies and my pockets
full of candy.


I ran all the way back home and started setting up my
contraption, it took me about 3 hours to set it up, but I'm pretty sure it will
be worth it.
Suddenly, all the differently colored people from town came out from the
shadows and stole my shit, and they where like "sheeeeit differently colored
person, trick or treat mofo".



After realizing I got mugged and I started hating differently
coloured people I realized that we should create a celebration to get back at
the differently colored people where we celebrate at night and so we can't see
them, and we use costumes to scare them off, then go and ask for candy in
their memory.

And this is the true meaning of Halloween.

THE END​

 

Halloween was invested by men in the 19th century simply to let every guy see sluts in a costume atleast 1s a year

 

On the night of October 31st a few hundred years ago, a woman was in need of some food and money. She decided she would break into someone's home and steal it from them while they were away. Wanting to disguise herself she dressed up in thick black robes, a long pointy hat, and had made a fake skin color out of dyes. She made her skin very pale in comparison to her typical skin tone and had applied fake warts to her skin just in case. When she arrived at the home she was intending on breaking into, she realized that there was a man home whom should have been out of town. She didn't have time to redo her plans so she proceeded with caution. She knew she'd have to knock the man unconscious or she'd be caught. As she slowly crept into the room he was sitting, she grabbed a broom that was there and hit him in the head with it. After he was knocked out, she wanted to make it look like anyone who could see from outside thought nothing suspicious. In order to do that, she would need to sit him upright in the chair, like nothing had happened. It was while this was happening that a young man outside saw her through the window and decided they would try and help. Moments later the man came busting through the door, "Hey, get off of him! Leave him alone!" he shouted. She was in shock, she had no intentions of hurting anybody originally, but her entire plan was falling apart. Not knowing what to do, she grabbed a bowl of peanuts off of a table that was near her and threw them at the young man. The man quickly ran after her so she fled. Now most of the neighborhood was awake and watching from their porches wondering what was going on. The woman not realizing that she was still carrying the broom was booking it towards the woods when all of a sudden the young man chasing her collapsed. The people all rushed to his side to figure out what was wrong. He was laying in the road, face swollen, and struggling to breathe. He died moments later. Not knowing that the man had been extremely allergic to peanuts, and went into anaphylactic shock. After that night, people told stories of this woman, that she had killed this man without touching him. That she 'flew' away on a broomstick. Many used the term 'witch'. When that night came the following year, many people had heard the stories of this witch, and were terribly frightened she would come and visit them. Some people dressed up as different animals, different people, some just as she had dressed hoping she would leave them alone. As a show of good character, the people would hand out gifts to others who dressed up to show they meant no harm. The witch never showed up again, because the woman had fled town thinking she would be caught and hanged. All of the townspeople thought that it was because they dressed up. So each and every year since people have been dressing up and handing out gifts when most of them don't even know the TRUTH behind it all.

Haha, this was fun to write. Thanks for the event and best of luck to all contestants.​

 

We celebrate halloween to keep the killer pumpkins down and thin out their species once a year, by hollowing them out you destroy their souls

 

Halloween started way back when pumpkins roamed freely around the earth.
Ever wondered why they had a stalk at the top of them? that used to be their foot on which they hopped around on, travelling the world looking for the nearest seed station in which they'd refuel.
We carve and torture pumpkins each year, so on the 31st of October the pumpkins rebel and scare children who've carved up their families, and they save the pumpkins who've been carved and burnt with candles.

Humans started to realise this, and needed to dress up in costume to scare off the pumpkin hordes and keep their candy filled events, they also thought it would be humorous to knock on old peoples doors scaring them into giving up toffee apples and candy, if not they'd throw flour and eggs at their houses...

That's the real reason behind halloween.

 

t'was the day before october 31st, a lonely man wanted a partner, so he carved up a mouth and a face on a pumpkin and fucked it, to keep the neighbor kids quite, he offered them candy, so still to this day we go to houses with pumpkin on them to collect our goods to keep our mouth shut.

 

Once upon a time many many years ago there was a little old lady who lived in a pumpkin patch. And every year she would sit on her porch and cut faces into her left over harvest of pumpkins. And every year her carvings became scarier and scarier.

One day a little girl was walking home from school and saw one of these carved pumpkins. It scared her so much that she leapt back in horrific terror right into an on coming carriage, killing her instantly. The whole town got together to mourn her passing. As the patrons walked back to their house they noticed the little old lady had set a bowl of candy on her chair with a note that said "I'm sorry for your loss, Please take one, make your day a little sweeter."

As they year went by the story of the little girl faded away and soon very few people remembered what happened. As the pumpkin harvest came around the next year, the little old lady was back again trying to carve scarier pumpkins.

The memorial of the little girl came closer and closer as more and more pumpkins were set out around the pumpkin patch. On the day of the memorial The little old lady once again set out a bowl of candy with the same note. Some say the felt the little girl's around as the paid tribute to her. Some were calmed by the feeling, some were frightened.

Long after the mourners had left, three children were playing in the pumpkin patch on their way home from school. When they suddenly stopped and looked towards the road, they saw a carriage moving at full speed when they heard a blood curdling scream! Thy raced over to the road to see what they hard heard, but to their surprise nothing was there. No carriage, no horse, no little girl to make such a noise.

As the years went by people still hear the blood curdling scream and others continued to mourn this little girl and each year by placing carved pumpkins on their porch, by handing out candy, or in the most recent years, scarring the children as they walk down the streets just like what happened to those three children many many years ago.

 

Halloween was created as a great American staple in order for Candy companies to commercialize another holiday event in order to sell candy and for crafts companies to sell decorations and other bogus stuff. It is also a great platform for people to exercise their creativity and get free candy so they can go to the dentists later. That is the great story behind Halloween. Halloween is meh.

 

Once upon a time there was a small little bug called Hallo! Little Hallo was walking down a long road now called "Hallo road", why it is called Hallo road will be explained later on. While little Hallo was walking down that road he started thinking. He started realising that what he was doing in his life was useless. He wanted to change his life. His tiny little life that had no meaning to any others. He started dreaming, dreaming of things he could do in this life! While thinking he realised the road was becomming darker and darker. He started hearing voices comming from down the road. Hallo was sick of this road, he wanted to change his life! so Hallo turned around, and went on his path to change his life on the day of halloween. But suddenly a car ran over him.

We remember Hallo his life on this day. Halloween, nobody knows where the fucking "ween" comes from.

 

We celebrate Halloween because merica'

EDIT: I have participated in 3 Halloween events

 

One day these kids wanted sweets, and there mother promised them that they would get sweets the next day, but then she died. So the kids walked across the street to get sweets from the house across the road, and there mother came back in spirit form - but then the really ugly old lady from across the road came out, and scared away the spirit and gave candy to the kids. she then raped the kids.

 

On the 30th of October many years ago, one kid named Brian was walking home from school late at night when he smelt a sweet and alluring aroma. The weird thing was it was coming right from the cemetery. Being curious, Brian followed the smell and led him to one particular gravestone smack dead center in the cemetery. From a distance, he saw an elderly couple there showering the grave with all kinds of sweets, from mars bars to kit kats even to bottles of soft drinks.
After the elderly couple left, Brian moved forward toward the grave. Suddenly, the nearby clocktower struck 12 midnight and suddenly all the candy and soft drinks was absorbed into the grave. Stunned, Brian immediately took off as fast as he could. On his way back home, Brian felt that someone was tailing him. When he looked back, he saw the elderly couple. The couple wept and told Brian about how their son, Joshua died on this very day 3 years ago and that his favourite thing was always candy and soft drinks.
Brian felt for the couple and started a movement to have a holiday called Halloween to commemorate the death of Joshua. From that day on, every year on the 31st of October, children from around the world will receive candy to remember Joshua, also to let Joshua know he will not be alone every year on this very day. The end

 

I wasn't there the day Halloween was conceived, but I know who was. I'm one of the lucky few who has heard its story...or rather one of the unlucky few. You're much better off not knowing, not jumping at shadows, not questioning what lies in wait for you during those brief moments you drop your guard and let your eyelids slide shut every night in the darkness of your room. If you've already made it this far without looking over your shoulder or feeling a cold, lonely shiver run down your spine, you're either very crazy or very, very stupid. I won't judge you on which, reader, but I have last one piece of advice for you before you continue.

Don't fall asleep.

* * *​

"They say ignorance is bliss." n4n0 paused and cupped his frostbitten hands around the mug of hot spiced cider he'd been sipping on quietly. He winced a bit as cold met hot, singeing his slowly thawing fingers, then took another small sip before continuing. "If only you knew how blissful your existence really is. Or has been, until now." He paused again and leaned back onto the rough oak wood of his chair, perhaps needing some physical reassurance that everything he had experienced eleven short years ago was indeed reality.

I took this brief respite as an opportunity to take in his appearance, which I had immediately noticed but never paid much attention to in detail. His clothes were ragged and discolored, his eyes sunken and baggy, his beard unshaven and hair uncut. I tried unsuccessfully to gauge how long it had been since he'd slept.

"Smurfin', I don't have all night."

I nearly fell out of my chair when I realized that n4n0 had been watching me stare at him. "S-sorry," I managed to mumble as he cleared his throat to speak.

He chuckled, but not at me. "Actually, I do have all night. I have for the past eleven years." He took a long draft of cider from his mug, finishing it in one go, before taking a deep breath and finally starting to spin his tale.

"It was the thirty-first of October, 2002. None of us remembers exactly where he came from, but that's not important. All that matters is that we found him.

As the Elder Council, we met up all the time to grab a few beers and discuss candidates for the next cool minirank we'd be releasing, so that night felt like every other night. Had I known otherwise, I'd be ignorant like you. Blissful like you. And Halloween would never exist."

n4n0 stopped and peered at me from behind the rim of his empty mug, as if for dramatic effect. But his eyes were empty as if he were in another place...perhaps flashing back to that night. Not knowing what he wanted and not wanting to interrupt, I sat in silence, waiting for him to continue.

"After we finished our beers and decided not to give any newfags miniranks for a couple of weeks, we stumbled out into the alley next to our usual hangout. Plznate, Ame, and I were walking toward the car and high-fiving about the miniranks when we realized Tmoe wasn't with us anymore. After we walked around looking for him a little bit, I saw him still in the alley, over by the dumpster. He was looking into it, stunned. 'Yo, Tmoe, get your ass over here. Throw that shit up back at your place,' I yelled over to him.

n4n0 stopped and slowly ran his fingers through his hair. He looked as if he'd seen a ghost. Maybe two.

"Why the hell didn't he listen?

'It's a...baby?' Tmoe picked it up and cradled it gently in his arms. I shit you not, this kid was a newborn - maybe a few hours old, tops. Behind me, Amethyst jumped into a drunken rendition of 'Prom Night Dumpster Baby' while Nate laughed his ass off like a baboon. I only sort of heard him, though, and let's be honest - Ame's singing really wasn't that good anyway.

The baby was staring at me, and at that moment I had a dark, sinking feeling that I'd never be rid of him again. Tmoe pulled a note off the baby's forehead. 'johnnyg,' he said, 'I wonder what that means.'

'There's something creepy as hell about that baby, man,' I told him. The uneasy feeling was getting stronger and stronger every second I looked at him. 'Toss the little shit back in there, and let's get gone. Hurry the hell up!' He shrugged and dropped the baby into the dumpster. Amethyst and Nate forgot about their song after a minute or two, and we each hopped into a cab home like nothing had happened.

But something had happened. I just didn't see it yet.

I stumbled up to my front door to unlock it like I always did...but it was already unlocked. Weird, but not too out of the ordinary. Sometimes I was in a rush to go out and I'd forget to lock the door when I left. No big deal, really.

Like I used to do most of the time when I was drunk, I hopped onto TinyChat with the regular guys from Sythe. Total faggots, every one of them, but they were my faggots. Anyway, I banned Laptop from the conversation and settled back into my chair, finally feeling like the night was back to normal. I pulled up Sythe to troll some of the spam forum newfags when I noticed a new OP posting some attention whore threads.."

n4n0 locked eyes with me. I could feel the anxiety in his eyes, the cold emptiness in his stare. I looked down and noticed my knuckles were white from how hard I was gripping the arms of my chair. I felt like I was about to learn something horrifying, but it was already too late to turn back.

"johng," n4n0 spat. I almost fell out of my chair at the suddenness of it. n4n0's focus had returned, and he started speaking with an intensity I didn't know he could muster then. "johng1208. His threads were everywhere. My thoughts rushed back to the note on the baby's head, but I knew - or I thought - it had to be a coincidence. Even if some crazy bastard from Sythe planted the baby in the dumpster that night, no one could have spammed that much, that quickly. It was inhuman....He was inhuman. I tried my best, man. I swear I did. But he was too much. Eventually the whole first page of the SF was only johng's posts, then the second page, then the third page.."

n4n0 shuddered a little. I could tell he was losing his grip; he wasn't going to be able to finish the story on his own.

"I banned him. What else could I have done, you know?" He looked at me like I could offer some sort of help, maybe agree with him, but I was at a loss. I was finally starting to put the pieces together on my own.

After a couple of minutes, I finally spoke. "Halloween..."

"johng's birthday," n4n0 nodded. We both sat in silence for a little while. He broke it first. "The Council and I worked our asses off to get rid of him, but he was set on one thing - he would forever be a part of Halloween.

Smurf, you know how Jack is an old nickname for John?"

I grunted an acknowledgement, not sure what sound would come out if I tried to speak.

"Jack-o-lanterns. It was the best compromise we could come to that would keep the spam forum open to everyone. Well, everyone except newfags."

n4n0 slowly rose to his feet and sighed. "I'm sorry you had to find out like this. The costumes and candy came years later, something about a fucking stupid horse mask he'd found in the dumpster with him that fateful night. The council came up with the candy so everyone would forget. But we haven't forgotten, and I know I never will.

Every year around the end of October, johng becomes more active on Sythe again, and every year some outstanding member tries to get him banned. Sometimes they succeed."

Having reached the door, n4n0 turned around slowly and gave me one last hopeless look before he left.

"But he'll never be gone for long.

Happy Halloween, Smurf."

 

The real reason behind Halloween:

*WARNING* Some of the language may be offensive for some viewers.

Once there was a king.

His name was Johng

He said one day

I want candy

And his patrons said

Fak u

So johng decided to trick them

so he came up with the most messed up shit ever creating ghosts, zombies and shit (yes he created them)

every single monstrosity johng created always sent a msg (seattle or gtfo)

since then his patrons did not want to be tricked again and gave him candy

ever since his ban his spirit haunts the space needle

fin

Side Note #1: I have no clue why he's banned actually. It's hard to believe.
Side Note #2: Nvm, johng can do some crazy things