I have found totally ultra-great Rayman 4 creepypasta.

[Burtek]

Nah, it's awful. Here's a link, if someone is interested in spending something like 30 minutes of their life to read something.... weird?
http://someordinarygamers.wikia.com/wik ... nts_page=1

My comments:
(sorry for my awful English)

"Well, recently, a new Rayman game was released for the Wii—Rayman Origins. The game made long-time fans of Rayman pretty happy, especially since the last three "Rayman" games weren't really Rayman games at all—just stupid mini game collections about ugly, screaming bunnies. The release of a real Rayman game sure must have made a lot of people happy.
I know I was pretty excited when I first saw Rayman 4's box sitting on the shelf.
Yup, you read that right. Rayman 4. I'm not talking about Origins, or the cancelled one with all all the leaked concept art. This Rayman 4 appeared in about 2005. It wasn't licensed, but it certainly was canon.
A little too canon."
Pretty interesting start, isn't it?
NO IT ISN'T

"The only computer my parents had was an old white-box from 1995 that they'd found at a garage sale. [...] It was what I did my homework on. We never had any games for it, and Internet access was too expensive."
How could it be useful for homework if you didn't have internet connection?! HOW THE HELL WAS THE INTERNET TOO EXPENSIVE IN 2005?!

"I still liked going into Media Giant, though, to find out what other people were playing and to try out the free demos. And that's how I saw the box on the shelf in the first place."
Here it comes:

""Rayman 4," read the blocky, comic-booky letters on the front. "Lum-o-lution." My 16-year-old eyes grew wide. I had two Rayman games for my PlayStation at home. Of all the games I owned, they were by far my favorites."

What stood out mostly about Lum-o-lution was its box—instead of being in a long, black DVD-type case, it was in a short, square jewel case, like an old PlayStation game. I remember my fingers trembling. It couldn't be a game that would work on my system... could it? I picked up the box and turned it over. There was no sign of a PS2 logo on the box. Still..."
So, Rayman 4 was a PS1 exclusive. IT'S VERY CONVENIENT FOR PLOT, ISN'T IT?

[very boring conversation between the character and Mac, worker of Media Giant store here]

""D'you think maybe you can play it on the original Playstation?" Mac took the Rayman box out of my hands and turned it over a few times."

"Hah. It does look like a PS1 game box," Mac nodded. "I've got a PS1 in the back, actually. May's well try one o' these out and see what it is.""
Do they live in world in which game covers do not have info about what platform the game is for?

"And so I followed Mac into his little man-cave. In one corner of the dark, smelly room was a TV and several gaming consoles. In another corner was a computer much newer than mine—black, not white, and with an Internet window open, glowing cheerfully."
So, you assumed the age of Mac's PC by it's color. Is it racism?

"Mac tore the plastic wrapping off of the game cover and popped open the case. The title seemed to be glowing in the dark—very cool!

"I hope this doesn't catch my store on fire," Mac half-joked[...]"
HAHAHAHAHAHAHA, Great joke my friend!

""Oh, good, it's working," Mac sighed with relief.
"You've got mail!" a cheerful voice called from the computer.
"Hey, you can try it out first if you want," Mac told me. "I gotta take this e-mail. Might be important.""
E-mail popped out in that moment? HOW CONVENIENT FOR PLOT!

"Rayman's familiar face filled the screen, contorted in cartoony panic. He looked frantically from left to right, then started running away from the screen, revealing a dark, spooky landscape. He ran around in a circle, crashed into a tree, and fell flat on his back. The words "Rayman 4 -- Lum-o-lution" faded in slowly on the top of the screen while Halloweeny organ music played."
Why do you tell me that? Is it something I need to know? It's just unnecesary and just increases the time you spend reading this bullshit creepypasta.

"My heart began to race excitedly. The graphics were already really good—much better than what I was used to seeing in the first two Rayman games. Actually, despite looking a bit blocky, they seemed better than a lot of the newer games I'd sampled at Media Giant. There was no way this could be a bootleg... could it?"
I love how the author is suggesting it could be a bootleg, even though later it's confirmed that it's real game.

"[Mac after reading e-mail]"I just got an e-mail about Rayman 4. Looks like there's supposed to be a Rayman 4... Lum-collecting tournament, or somethin', coming up in town. And, uh..." Mac scratched the back of his head. "See, I just... I've never heard of a video game doing something like this before.""
Told you!

""Well... apparently, when you collect enough Lums in the game, you get a code..." he paused and sniffed, "and, uh, and you take it to the store that you bought the game from, and we give you a form. Then ya send it in and you get a figurine." He scratched the back of his head again. "It says the game has a limited release right now so they can give out the figurines. Then, if you collect..." Another pause. "...er, four figurines 's what it says... you can enter the tournament. You just have to bring your figurines or your 'proof slips' to the venue, which it says here is the Sterling Convention Center.""
The tournament and Rayman's 2 plot are the most crucial elements of this "creepypasta". Yeah, I'm serious.

"I'm buying this," I said, immediately pulling my allowance out of my pocket. "I have to play this game!"
What could possibly go wrong?


"I nearly broke my controller as I enthusiastically selected "New Game.""

"The screen went dark. A whiny, dopey-sounding voice came out of my speakers.
"He's gone crazy!"
Frantic music began to play and a familiar-looking blue frog jogged through a lush forest—Globox!
"He's gone crazy, crazy, CRAZY!" Globox yelled as he passed various strange-looking beings. "Absolutely crazy!" He seemed to have gone a little crazy himself.
"Globox, hold up!" a teenager's voice called. Globox turned around to face—RAYMAN!
"Who's gone crazy?" asked the titular hero, scratching his fluffy hair in a confused way. Globox's eyes grew oversized. His pupils darted from left to right.
"POLOKUS!" Globox hissed. My jaw dropped in real life at the same time Rayman's did on-screen, though decidedly less far. Polokus was the creator of the world inside the Rayman games. He was the God, if you will, of Rayman. I squeezed my controller. Polokus gone mad? But how?
"But how!?" Rayman gasped, echoing my thoughts.
"He was sleeping, as usual," Globox began. "and a Lum flew inside his mouth!" I snorted a little. The Lums were sort of like insects—giant, ball-of-energy insects.
"So?"
"So that made him wake up -- and then he ate it!" Globox finished, throwing his hands in the air, as if that explained everything.
"That made him crazy?" Rayman seemed as confused as I was.
"No!" wailed Globox. "Polokus decided that he liked the taste, and now he wants more! He's been changing his appearance from one minute to the next, destroying his own creation to get the Lum energy out of it! He'll stop at nothing to get Lums! Rayman, you gotta help--" Globox's words were cut off by a loud crashing noise, followed by a chorus of high-pitched screams."
Aaand that's where things get weird.

"The camera quickly switched to a small patch of bushes near Rayman and Globox. The screaming became louder as a group of Lums shot out of the bushes. I gasped—these Lums looked a lot different than the ones in the last game I'd played. They had eyes, and arms, and legs, and mouths, and they all looked horribly terrified at whatever was chasing them. An enormous webbed foot stomped the bushes flat. The camera angle panned upwards to reveal Polokus, now an enormous golem version of himself with glowing, golden eyes, a long, wooden pipe, and a hungry expression on his face."
THAT. MAKES. NO. SENSE.
Why do Lums have eyes?! Arms?! LEGS?! WHY?!

""IIIII AAAAAAM... HUNGRYYYYYY..." Polokus' deep voice echoed. "IIIIII WAAAAAANT LUUUUUUUMS!"
"I'll getcha yer Lums!" called Rayman's voice from off screen. Polokus looked downward to see the tiny hero staring up at him. Globox stared at his best friend in horror.
"Rayman! What are you doing?" Globox hissed.
"RAAAAAAYMAAAAAAAAAAN. YOOOOOOOU WOULD HELP MEEEEEEEEE?" Polokus' voice boomed.
"Yeah! Just... just go wait for a little while! An' I'll get you all the Lums you can eat!" Rayman declared. Now it was Globox's turn to drop his jaw to the ground at the same time I did.
"AHHHHH," the giant god's voice sighed contentedly. "THAAAAAT WOULD BE FANTAAAAASTIIIIIIIC." Temporarily appeased, Polokus stomped away. Globox, jaw still on the floor, turned to look at Rayman.
"WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!?" Globox yelled. "You can't feed him Lums! He... he's MADE of Lums! His appetite will only get worse!"
"Don't worry, friend," Rayman beamed, putting a floating hand on Globox's shoulder. "I'm just stalling him. If we can keep him happy for a while, maybe we can find a way to get rid of his Lum addiction without him suspecting a thing!""

"And so I was plunged into the first level. "Collect 20 Lums, then return to this spot," a wooden-looking box on the screen read. I'd found thirty Lums by the time I reached the beginning again. Polokus' giant foot appeared on screen as Rayman held up a brown sack, which was quivering nervously as the captured Lums tried to escape."
Rayman 2's world has only 1000 lums (800 in PS1 version). With this fact, whole "Rayman 4's" plot makes no sense.

""Level complete!" read another wooden box. Then, a different screen appeared—with a password on it! I scrambled for a piece of paper and quickly wrote down the code: Y3LL0LUMZ."
Tournament, yeah yeah, blah blah

"As I continued, I found that the game was surprisingly dark and complex for a Rayman game. Collect more Lums in a Lum-collecting level, and you would get more time to complete the information-gathering levels. Fail to complete the information-gathering levels in the select time, you would lose a life and have to replay the Lum-collecting level to appease Polokus."
3D Rayman games are dark, and that's a fact, not an opinion. They have a lot of humor as well.

"Over the next few weeks, every moment of my spare time was dedicated to Rayman 4. I knew that with my lack of access to modern consoles, this would be my one chance to win a video game tournament in my hometown, so I was determined to get all four figurines."

"A few weeks later, I had three more smiling, happy Lums. This seemed a bit weird to me. Not that Lums were a bad thing, of course, but, why where the figurines so happy when the Lums were always terrified in-game? And, why were there no figurines of the other characters in-game? I expected to get maybe Rayman, Globox, Golem Polokus... anything but what I was getting in the mail. But it was a Lum-Collecting Tournament, so I decided that literally collecting Lums was a quite-clever gimmick to get more people to enter the contest."
Again, that part is completely unnecesary and adds nothing into the story.

"I was surprised at how many people were at the Sterling Convention Center that cold, wet morning.
I should have known something was wrong when I saw the expression on the ticket-taker type guy behind the podium at the door. His round, dark-colored eyes grew wide as he saw the crowd of young people at the doorway, waiting to get in and collect the most Lums. He twiddled his pudgy, white-gloved fingers nervously.
"W-w-welcome to the L-lum-Collection," he stammered, in a nasally, slightly-slurred voice. "The...the tournament. I'm Glenn Baxter, n' I'll be registering you..." He picked up a glass bottle and took a long drink from it. "I-if everyone could just form an orderly line and p-present your L-l-lums...""
That's where finally something starts happening, but I don't really think it's a good thing...

"Those of us who made it past Glenn's inspection (which was most of us) were herded into a large central area by four men, dressed identically in long, dark green coats and name tags that read "Official Judge. "
"Follow us, please! No straying off unless you want to be disqualified! Keep up, please! The tournament is this way!" I couldn't tell which judge was saying what as they lead us to the tournament room. All four of the men were remarkably short for their age, and they looked and sounded so much like each other that they could have been brothers."
"I couldn't tell [...]" is this really that important?

""Gooooood morning all!" Reynard chirped into his microphone. "I think everyone's been accounted for at this point here, so in just a few minutes, you'll all be collecting Lums a-and competing for the championship title!" A cheer rose up from the crowd of gamers. I punched my fist in the air and screamed with the others, completely unaware of what I was really getting into."
Yeah, ending is gonna fu*k your mind.

""As you can see," continued Reynard, "there are fifty-five gaming stations set up around this room. Each Playstation is equipped with a special version of Rayman 4 created just for this tournament! You all get one hour's time to practice and prepare yourselves. When you hear this sound --" A loud buzzing noise suddenly played over the PA, causing everyone in the room except for Reynard to cover their ears, "--the tournament will officially begin. There are about 300 of you here today, so you'll all be grouped six or seven to a station. I don't want any arguments, and absolutely no fighting. You'll want to save your energy for collecting Lums!" Reynard winked. "The judges will keep an eye on things and make sure they're fair." He motioned to the four short men standing next to him, all of which nodded slowly and stoically."
"A loud buzzing noise suddenly played over the PA, causing everyone except for Reynard to cover their ears[...]" As you can clearly see, the author still wants to tell you how something was not right, even though he told things like "should have seen that something's off" many times, IT'S ANNOYING

The first thing that I noticed was that the graphics in the tournament version were much better than the ones in the home version. They looked like they belonged in a CGI movie, not a 2005 video game. Everyone marveled at the visually-improved Rayman bouncing across the screen—and cringed at the horrified faces of the Lums, which were now painfully detailed, their eyes misty with fearful tears.
How did PS1 manage to run game with CGI-like graphics? That makes absolutely no sense.

""This game's kind of stupid," Derek, one of the guys from school, commented. "The Lums are s'posed turn evil if you scare 'em. I don't get why they don't just turn evil and fight back."
"That's only the Red Lums, stupid!" one of the twins yelled. "These ones are yellow!"
"I don't think so."
"He's right," cut in the college girl. "It was the Red Lums, not the yellow ones." I had no idea what they were talking about.
"Whatever," Derek sighed. "Just pass me the controller.""
As you can clearly see, our poor character has no idea about Rayman 3.
BUT THAT INFO ISN'T IMPORTANT AT ALL.
The author's like "Look at me, I know Rayman 2's and 3's plot! I'm very cool!"

"The hour seemed to be over much too soon, and the tournament began. The four Judges walked to each individual group (they all moved as if they were a single four-headed being) to explain the rules.
"It's an elimination round," one Judge began.
"Only one of you will be the victor," another explained.
"Whoever wins is to wait at the bottom of Polokus for the second round to begin," a third went on.
"And no cheating!" the fourth added."
Seems like teensies from Rayman 2, right? 3:06 Exactly. You'll know what I mean by "exactly" later.

"[...]Finally, after I was 25 Lums ahead of her, she threw her controller down and yelled, "FINE! OKAY! YOU WIN! Geez!"
As if a magic word had been uttered, I felt a hand on my shoulder. I jumped and turned around to see one of the Judges.
"Well! It looks like you will be competing in the next part of the tournament, won't you?" He smiled gently at me. I couldn't help but hear a note of sadness in his soft words. But I was caught in the excitement of the moment and didn't care what was going on in the Judge's weird mind. I'd won the first round! I was going to have a chance at winning the whole thing!"

"While we had been playing Rayman 4, fifty-five plastic folding chairs had been set up in front of the small, boxy room—one for each of the Round One winners.
"Take a seat!" Reynard Manning smiled, gesturing towards the chairs. "Round two is going to be quite a bit different than round one!"
"You see," Reynard grinned, pulling out a flashlight from his coat pocket and shining it on his face as if he were about to tell a ghost story, "Only the best Lum-collectors will make it to the third and final round! The others will have to be..." He raised a hand and wiggled his fingers, "eliminated!" Manning's words were met with equal parts gasps and groans from the remaining gamers. I wriggled impatiently in my seat.
"However," Reynard raised one of his chubby fingers, "in this round, it will be just you against the game." He stepped to one side and motioned to the temporary room behind him. "These rounds will be held in private in "Polokus' Judging Room." If you don't pass the test..." The smile on his face suddenly seemed to waver for just a moment, "then you will not make it to the next round.""
So, everything here tells you exactly that something horrbile is gonna happen when our character enters the room. So, let me skip to that part!

""Would the winner of group number twenty-eight step up to Polokus' Judging Room, please?"
28. That was my group number. It was my turn, my turn to see exactly what was so frustrating behind that closed door.
I stood up from my plastic chair and began nervously walking towards the Judging Room. The giant inflatable Polokus was quite scary up close. His head was tilted slightly downward, as if he were watching the contestants enter the room.
"You may start collecting L-Lums whenever you are ready," the Judge told me. "All you have to do is complete one level." Just one? I sat down in the chair, picked up controller (which was slippery with sweat from the other contestants) and looked at the screen."
As you see, the judges are scared to death, and our poor guy doesn't give a shit about it. Wow.

""Wow," I breathed as the game began. Just as in my copy of the game at home, Rayman's face filled the screen, his fearful eyes darting from left to right. But the graphics on this version of Rayman 4 were even better than the Tournament version I had just been playing moments before. Rayman's model was so detailed that he looked positively realistic now. Tiny beads of sweat dripped down his snout. As he backed away, his chest heaved in and out, as if he had been running for a very long time."
The game's graphics got even more realistic! Is it just E3 demo, like Watch Dogs' one?

""Collect 500 Lums in four minutes, then return to this spot" read the mission screen. I whistled audibly. 500 Lums! I didn't think there was a single level in the regular version of the game with 500 Lums. But this was a special version of the game for the tournament, so I assumed that whatever level I was playing would be ripe with Lums."
Yeah. That's why everyone was losing.

"Rayman appeared on screen, and immediately I sensed something was wrong. No matter which button I pressed, Rayman didn't seem to want to move. Actually, he did start to move—he began to quake, muttering "Please don't make me do this. Please don't make me do this." I frowned. What kind of game was this? Was there a bug in the system? I turned around to look at the Judge.
"Um...?" I raised my eyebrows.
"Keep playing," the Judge ordered, as if nothing was wrong. I shrugged and tried pressing O, which usually made Rayman jump. This time, Rayman sat on the ground and curled up in a fetal position.
"Polokus, I don't wanna do this!" he sobbed. "I can't do this any more! There's not enough Lums left!" A wave of nausea swept over my stomach. Maybe it was the ultra-realistic graphics, but I suddenly felt like Rayman's time had run out for real, and no extra lives could save him this time.
"BUT I NEEEEEEEEEED LUUUUUUUUUMS" the voice of Polokus boomed as his giant, froglike foot appeared on the screen once again. I choked—the rocky texture of the gigantic, golem Polokus looked almost too real to be a PlayStation graphic.
"IF YOOOOOOOOU DO NOT BRING ME MY LUUUUUUUUUMS," Polokus continued, "THEEEEN I WILL EXTRAAAAAACT THEM FROM YOOOOOOOOOU!" Polokus cackled with glee and grabbed Rayman with a giant, webbed hand.
"No! Please!" gasped Rayman, struggling to break free from the mighty god's grip. "I... I can find you more Lums! I can appease your hunger! Just... just give me more time! I just need a little more time!"
"AHHHHHH." Polokus sighed contently again, then gently placed Rayman on the ground. "THAAAAAAANK YOOOOOOU."
"Rayman!" Globox's whiny voice hissed as his head appeared in the bushes, "What are you doing!? You can't keep stalling! He'll eat everything!" A sad, serious look crossed Rayman's face. My heart began to pound. I'd never seen Rayman make such a somber face.
"Lums are energy, right?" Rayman asked Globox. The big, blue frog nodded.
"Right..."
"Well, we're not the only world with energy," Rayman explained. Then, he turned to face me. "Every world has energy." Rayman's tone grew dark. "And with energy... there are Lums.""
Yeah. Rayman wants to invade real world so he can feed Polokus. What the fu*k?!

""I'm so sorry..." a voice whispered from behind me. I turned to discover the Judge, dabbing at his eyes with a handkerchief.
"What?" I was certain I heard him wrong.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." he repeated quietly.
"For what?" I asked, though it didn't take me long to find out. The Judge pushed my rocking chair from behind, launching me towards the TV. I screamed as I crashed against the screen—no, it was too squishy to be the screen, and it smelled like a mixture of foot funk and murky swamp water...
I looked up to see, to my horror, that my face was pressed against Globox's chest."
And that's the part where I didn't know if I should laugh, cry, or just kill myself. Really, did the judge just throw him into the game? How could that make any sense?!

""I'm really sorry we have to do this," he squeaked as he grabbed my arms and held them behind my back. "I'm really, really sorry. Honest!" I could feel ropes being tied around my wrists. "But Ray still needs time!" Globox nervously took a swig of Plum Juice from a large beer mug. "And here I was hoping ya'd -hic- lose," the froglike fellow drunkenly continued as he tied my feet together. "Ya seemed so unenergetic in line... rrgh..." He made the knot tighter, cutting off the circulation to my feet. "...but Lums're energy, and Polokus wants the best of 'em, so we have to do what we have to do.""
Are they going to turn him into a Lum? Please do not tell me they are going to turn him into a Lum...

"At first his words seemed jumbled and confused to me. Then, the meaning hit me.
"You're the ticket taker!" I breathed. Globox nodded sadly as three Teensies emerged from the bushes carrying a gigantic glass jug of steaming, golden liquid.
"We're sorry we have to do this," one of them began.
"It's really not our fault," the second explained.
"Rayman's ideas are a bit poorly-planned, you see," the third one finished.
"Wait, you're the Ju--!?" My words were drowned as all three Teensies heaved the jug forward, dousing me in the yellow liquid it carried. I sneezed and sputtered as the hot golden stuff covered me."
1. Yes, the judges are Teensies.
2. YES, THEY TURNED HIM INTO A FU*KING LUM

"I wanted to yell. Oh, how I wanted to scream and holler and tell those Teensies to untie me this instant. But I couldn't. As the liquid dried, it had become sticky, so sticky that my mouth was quite literally glued shut. So I could only watch in horror at what happened to me next.
My arms and legs began to move uncontrollably—first a slight tremor, then suddenly in enormous wobbles, until they finally deflated like toy balloons, leaving me with long, stringy, noodley limbs. Then, a violent compressing sensation on my head, as if some giant monster was forcing me to crouch down, down, downward as far as I could go.
The next part is a little hard to describe, but I'm going to try it anyway—it was at once the painful feeling of the flesh on my back being quickly torn open and the relieved feeling of something that was trapped underneath cloth finally breaking free. I nearly wet myself as I heard a loud fluttering noise come from behind me. I knew of only one thing that could make that noise—wings."
Oh no, super scary description of what's happening D:

""I'm so sorry, buddy," he whispered. "Go on off and play. Maybe you'll get lucky and we won't find you for a while." He pointed off into the forest. I stared for a few moments, looking back and forth from the woods to Globox, until a sudden exuberance took over my entire body and I shot off into the woods, laughing cheerfully. Yes. YES! I understood everything now! I was a Lum! I had become a Lum!"
GIVE ME A NUMBER TO YOUR DRUG DEALER, PLEASE

"I'm not going to tell you how I got out of the Rayman World. As a matter of fact, I'm not even sure what I did myself."
That's just some lazy writing riight there.

"How did I get back to normal, you may ask? Well, I didn't. I have been floating around for a while, looking for some way to communicate with the humans, the kind of being that I once was. Eventually, I discovered the Internet, and the perfect way of being able to reach thousands of humans at once."
So he remembered the internet but didn't know what it is? what

"I know it's been years since I became a Lum, and that there are plenty of new game systems out there, and even a new Rayman game for the Wii (whatever that is). Polokus grew tired of his golem form. He now prefers the body of a massive sea-serpent. But Polokus' hunger still continues to rage in the same way, and Rayman is still searching for a way to return the ravenous god to his former, peaceful state. So I knew I had to warn everyone. If you ever find a new Rayman game on the shelf... be careful! Know what you're getting into before you play!"
That's just anticlimatic.


"Alas, my words must end here. You see, Lums are energy, and computers run on energy, and my story was so long that I've nearly used all of mine up writing it. Forestlum
Before I die: always keep us Lums in mind. Have you ever seen a bright yellow light, but you didn't know what it was? Now you know. It's one of us. Be kind to it. Protect it. Polokus must not know!"
This is my story. *DRAMATIC MUSIC INTENSIFIES*
*SCREEN FADES TO BLACK*
THE END
I rate this 1/100. Goodbye!

[Eren]

This creepypasta is old as heck, and actually pretty known for how bad it is

[Burtek]

pretty known for how bad it is

And it triggered me so much...

[gamerz31w]

10 years ago I remembered now when I was in another rayman forum this time from poland I reading some fanfiction rayman creepypasta very odd something like rayman died because he touched some cactus plants and teensies replaced rayman making some monk group or something plotline twisted,wacky scary stories of rayman.

[Burtek]

10 years ago I remembered now when I was in another rayman forum this time from poland

Are you from Poland? If so, can you please PM me?

[gamerz31w]

sure think

[Sabertooth]

I don't know why the OP has to be so cynical. I found it very enjoyable and I'm intrigued that there's a creepypasta about Rayman. Can't we just enjoy Rayman-related things even if they aren't stellar otherworldly perfection?

The idea that Rayman's world actually exists somewhere and can access our own in times of desperation is also a concept that fills me with "childlike wonder" as they say.

[lillytheteensie]

i think i saw this one at ordinary gamers wiki before

[MortisDoors]

What an absolute masterpiece