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Broletariat
29th June 2010, 02:00
I love me some soviet pasta. Also why the heck do I always type soviet as soviety at first? I WITHOUT FAIL have to backspace that y

Oh christ I didn't notice how offensive some of the ones in the link were, let me just copy-paste the good ones then >_>

I check into small hotel a few kilometers from Kiev. It is late. I am tired. I tell woman at desk I want a room. She tells me room number and give key. "But one more thing comrade; there is one room without number and always lock. Don't even peek in there." I take key and go to room to sleep.

Night comes and I hear trickling of water. It comes from the room across. I cannot sleep so I open door. It is coming from room with no number. I pound on door. No response. I look in keyhole. I see nothing except red.

Water still trickling. I go down to front desk to complain. "By the way who is in that room?" She look at me and begin to tell story.

There was woman in there. Murdered by her husband. Skin all white, except her eyes, which were red.

I tell her I don't give a shit. Stop the water trickling or give me refund. She gave me 100 ruble credit and free breakfast.

Such is life in Moscow

*

Toys are made by loyal factory for amusement of the children of the motherland.

Toys are of baby, and have realistic crying function.

Soon, it becomes difficult to distinguish baby and toy.

Both are burned for warmth.

Such is life in mother Russia

*
*

Babysitter home with young boy and young girl. She get call parents, who are working night shift in factory asking if everything is fine. She tells them da, but the large statue of Lenin in daughter's room is unsettling.

Later, she is arrested by KGB for calling great father of motherland "unsettling". She is sent to count trees in Siberia.

Such is life in Moscow.

*

Mother and father got a little tired from building Communism, so they want to go to Moscow to buy vodka. They call their most trusted babysitter. When the babysitter arrives, children already sleep in beds. Babysitter just sits around and make sure everything good with children. Later that night, babysitter gets bored and goes to read Marx, but she can't read it downstairs because there's no electricity (the parents didn't want children reading Marx all night long).

So, she calls them and asks if she can get candles to read Marx in their room. Of course, the parents say it's okay, but the babysitter has one final request... she asked if she could cover up the Lenin statue outside the bedroom window with a blanket or cloth, because it maeks her nervous.

The phone line is silent for a moment, and the father who says, "Take the children and get out of the house... we will call milita. We do not have an Lenin statue."

The militia found all three of the house occupants dead because KGB killed them for trying to cover Lenin's statue. And militia arrested parents for not having a Lenin statue.

Such is life in Moscow.

*

Man goes to house. No one there. Open door, enter large factory. Go out. Normal house. Man enters, dust everywhere.

"You are now in USA"

*

In Russia, coffin has pipe for air, and bell with string. If man is true Soviet, he does not die. When buried, yells for undertaker and rings bell.

Bell rings. Is no wind.

Undertaker asks - "Are you lady Gorbochev?"

Voice says "Yes!"

"Born winter of 1927?"

"Yes!"

"Gravestone says 'Died 20 February, 1957"

"Niet, am still living!"

"Am sorry, but is August. In June, ground will thaw. You must wait for June."

And woman is true Soviet, waits for June.

*

You are home to watch Pravda on televisir about degenerate murderer who is on the loose. You look out the window door to beet field, and you notice Man standing in the snow. He look like foto on televisir and he smile at you. You gulp vodka, picking up fone to your right and dialing Local Militia Precinct Commissar. Back out the glass you look, pressing fone to ear. Notice he now closer to you. You drop vodka in shock.

No footprints in snow. It was reflection. You dullard!

Your apartment is bulldozed down to make way for glorious tractor factory.

*


Legend is being going like this.

You entering bathroom and standing in front of mirror. Turning candles off and, while being in front of mirror, spinning rapidly, you chanting "Leon Trotsky" "Leon Trotsky" "Leon Trotsky" "Leon Trotsky", several times, while catching glimpses of self on mirror. It is said that eventually you be seeing image of Leon Trotsky on mirror.

Upon exiting bathroom you are being arrested by KGB for believing in existence of Leon Trotsky, whom the party as proven never existed

Pavlov's House Party
29th June 2010, 02:34
Hey Mensheviks,

My name is Vladimir, and I’m better than every single one of you. All of your cadres are decadent, bourgeois low lifes who spend every second of their day exploiting the proletariat and accumulating surplus value. You are everything that is bad in the world. Honestly, have any of you been the leader of a vanguard party? I mean, I guess its fun making fun of the Russian Soviet Federation because of your economic system’s inherent dialectical contradictions, but you take it to a whole new level. This is even worse than the emerging bureaucracy in the soviet system.

Don’t be a capitalist. Just try to invade me with 21 Imperialist armies. I’m pretty much perfect. I was leader of the Bolshevik party and destroyed the capitalist system in Russia. What revolutionary activity do you take part in, other than “create a capitalist economic system that socialism can later develop from”? I publish a bestselling newspaper and have an adequately facial haired People’s Commissar For Army and Navy Affairs (he just crushed an anarchist insurrection; Shit was SO cash) You are all reactionaries who should be exiled to Siberia. Thanks for listening.

pic related: it’s me and my Trotsky

http://i.imgur.com/K03NO.png

Broletariat
29th June 2010, 03:06
Hey Mensheviks,

My name is Vladimir, and I’m better than every single one of you. All of your cadres are decadent, bourgeois low lifes who spend every second of their day exploiting the proletariat and accumulating surplus value. You are everything that is bad in the world. Honestly, have any of you been the leader of a vanguard party? I mean, I guess its fun making fun of the Russian Soviet Federation because of your economic system’s inherent dialectical contradictions, but you take it to a whole new level. This is even worse than the emerging bureaucracy in the soviet system.

Don’t be a capitalist. Just try to invade me with 21 Imperialist armies. I’m pretty much perfect. I was leader of the Bolshevik party and destroyed the capitalist system in Russia. What revolutionary activity do you take part in, other than “create a capitalist economic system that socialism can later develop from”? I publish a bestselling newspaper and have an adequately facial haired People’s Commissar For Army and Navy Affairs (he just crushed an anarchist insurrection; Shit was SO cash) You are all reactionaries who should be exiled to Siberia. Thanks for listening.

pic related: it’s me and my Trotsky

http://i.imgur.com/K03NO.png
That was fucking great

Pavlov's House Party
29th June 2010, 03:29
thank you:)

Chambered Word
29th June 2010, 10:32
Hey Mensheviks,

My name is Vladimir, and I’m better than every single one of you. All of your cadres are decadent, bourgeois low lifes who spend every second of their day exploiting the proletariat and accumulating surplus value. You are everything that is bad in the world. Honestly, have any of you been the leader of a vanguard party? I mean, I guess its fun making fun of the Russian Soviet Federation because of your economic system’s inherent dialectical contradictions, but you take it to a whole new level. This is even worse than the emerging bureaucracy in the soviet system.

Don’t be a capitalist. Just try to invade me with 21 Imperialist armies. I’m pretty much perfect. I was leader of the Bolshevik party and destroyed the capitalist system in Russia. What revolutionary activity do you take part in, other than “create a capitalist economic system that socialism can later develop from”? I publish a bestselling newspaper and have an adequately facial haired People’s Commissar For Army and Navy Affairs (he just crushed an anarchist insurrection; Shit was SO cash) You are all reactionaries who should be exiled to Siberia. Thanks for listening.

pic related: it’s me and my Trotsky

http://i.imgur.com/K03NO.png

This is one of those reasons we need rep in chitchat.

Chambered Word
29th June 2010, 10:37
In Mother Russia, Money is short, supplies tight, everyone always hungry. One day girl see blind man in crowd. He tell her deliver note to hovel on trail heading East. Although this was far out of her way she agreed as to promote the productive of the Motherland. But when she turn to make three mile hike up mountain trail to deliver letter, she see man take off broken sunglasses and throw stick to ground and push his way through crowd. She tells closest soldier about man's disguise.

He was execute on suspicion of being capatalist dog spy.

Note is burned for warmth.

Such is life in Mother Russia

*

One night, comrade Yuri Volkov finds a picture. It shows capitalist dog with smile on face. "What is it so happy about," thinks Yuri. It deserves to be shot for insolence toward the motherland.

But Yuri soon becomes sick. His wife is worried, and doctor says is not a virus, but happy capitalist dog did this. When Yuri shows his wife picture of insolent dog, she faints and Yuri feeling better.

Yuri goes to show picture to his friends, but they report brother Yuri to KGB. He is shot for spreading capitalist dog propaganda.

Motherland does not tolerate such behavior.

*

One night man is riding mule down dirt road. Young woman stands on side of road, calls out for ride home. Is very cold in Soviet winter. Man takes off coat and puts it on back of mule. Girl is also cold. Man gives her sack of turnip for to wear. Girl is much thankful for ride home.

Next morning man realize it is day for buying turnip at market, and girl still has sack. He goes to her house. No girl is there, only father. He says daughter died in salt mines ten years ago night before. Man returns to mule, turnip sack is on back of mule.

SOVIET HONESTY IS STRONG! EVEN DEATH NOT STOP REPAYMENT OF DEBTS!

*

Yevgeni Zakarov did wait. Fluorescent light above him did spark while shining in broken glass. Capitalists were invading outpost. He didn't see them, but did expect them for years from across Atlantic. Warnings given to commissar Yuri did not warrant response from union. Far too late now.

Yevgeni was conscript for fourteen years now. When he was young he watched dad in gulag with vodka and he saying 'I am wanting to grow up in gulags daddy'. Dad said 'No! Shut up! Commissar will overhear us! You will not have chance to be asset to the union!'.

There was time when he believed him. As he got oldered he stopped. But there was a time when he believed him. Glorious Union knew there were capitalists. 'This is Boris' the intercom crackled. 'You must bring fiscal report to office please.' So Yevgeni picked up papers and went to office.

'HE GOING TO ENSLAVE US' said the capitalists. 'I will make them give to nation' said coworker as he gave out paychecks, but economy failed and not all had much to give to glorious Soviet people. 'No!' shouted Yevgeni, 'I must collect funds for people to stop capitalists!' The intercom said 'No, Yevgeni. You are the capitalists.'
And then Yevgeni was a nationalist-socialist.

*

Father, I had bad dream"

You take sip of vodka and roll over. You stare at clocktower on Sobornaya Square. It's 3:23. "Go back to sleep, there is work tomorrow."
"No, Father."
The familiar warm buzz of vodka starts to sink in. You can barely make out your daughter's pale form in the darkness. "Why is that, devochka moya?"
"Because in my dream, when I was about to go back to sleep, the thing wearing Mother's skin sat up."
You pause, and face your daughter and look at her intensely. The figure behind you begins to stir.

"Don't talk that way about your brother, it is not his fault we have no money for coats. Such is life in Moscow."

*

Once I hear story about girl in Chaplygin. She was asleep in her bed, when she feel lick on her hand. She thinks it is dog and goes to sleep. Next morning, she finds note on dresser with dead head of dog. It says "Capitalists can lick too." She screams.

The girl was sent for re-education in Estonia, her parents sent to labor in Siberia. One must always be watchful and never let American spies into one's house.

*

One night man tries escape from gulag.

Makes his way to cabin in middle of tundra. Inside is plain, but many family pictures on walls. He falls asleep. In middle of night he is put in sack and dragged out. The next morning he is shot like dog.

Pictures are windows. KGB always watching.

*


In any Russian town seek out House for Reeducation of Mentally Unfit. Ask House Direktor to speak with Holder of End. Direktor will take you down, past root cellar, past beet storage, until you reach small room. Inside will be comrade of continuous talking to self. Language will possibly be inferior Czech or filthy American. If talking cease, say ‘Da, comrade. Here for speaking’. If talking to self stop, share vodka with Direktor and fear not, for you are proud Soviet.If talking to self continue, ask mentally unfit ‘What happen when all come together, in perfect Communist Union?’. Retard will then answer, but due to inferior Reeducation facility, answer will be incorrect. Report Direktor to KGB at once.
Also, mentally unfit will have tchotke in hands. Take from them and deliver to KGB. Possession is not an ideal for mentally unfit. If you have farm, you may take retard to works fields, after sterilization.
There are 2,538 retards of such. KGB is wishing to recover all.

*


Item #: SCP-173
Object class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-173 is to be kept in shed behind farm. Three strong communist men must drink liter of vodka before enter. Two must stare at item, one must continue drink vodka.
Description: Moved to shed after wooden pen freeze and break during cold Soviet winter. Shed is also wood, but with paint sometimes. SCP-173 is extremely hostile, like red faced Americans. Is also coward. Neither will make move while strong Soviet men have watchful eye. No one blink, on punishment of beating with cold leather. Object enjoy snap neck, like American commando pig. If object allowed to move, all will be sent to cold Siberia for reeducation.
Personnel report sound of stone scraping when creature is alone. This is dutiful Russian work ethic. If sound stops, subject to be beaten with iron rods, like child.
Floor is covered in shit and blood, like normal Soviet household. Shed must be cleaned every two weeks. Kept much cleaner than most Soviet household.

*

There is house in Chechnya. One day police come by to find woman’s body badly burnt in oven.
Little girl, you should obey your husband if he tell you something.

*

You are diligent worker at Soviet Administration office working at night. The Soviet Copy Machine begins working like good Soviet worker. You go to Soviet Copy Machine and see many Soviet copies in the Soviet tray. It is picture of you dead in chair. The other pictures are also of you dead but taken from more Soviet angles.

There is no original picture in the copy machine. In fact, the machine has been out of toner for a week. SOVIET COPY MACHINES WORK OVERTIME FOR GOOD OF CAUSE.

AK
29th June 2010, 10:48
What is this? I don't even...

Revy
29th June 2010, 11:53
tl;dr:blink:

Broletariat
29th June 2010, 19:21
What is this? I don't even...
It's a soviet spin on the creepy-pasta meme thing.

AK
30th June 2010, 00:29
Creepy pasta meme?

Sam_b
30th June 2010, 00:36
This thread sucks so much it isn't real.