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This is my first attempt at a Creepypasta. I hope you guys like it, and see if you can approve of it's 'creepiness'.

SOCOM Deathteam Bravo 3

I remember getting my PlayStation Portable Christmas of 2009. It was one of my favorite handheld systems back then. I got a few games for it, nothing special... Except for one game: SOCOM Fireteam Bravo 2. I remember playing the hell out of the online service. I made friends, fought with clans, it was a blast!

But then February 2010 rolls around. That's when shit got real. I remember hearing about SOCOM Fireteam Bravo 3, and at the time, it was a pretty big deal for online gamers who played on the PSP. It would soon become the biggest shooter to ever grace the console. Sixteen players in one room was pretty big at the time, and you could even chat with a microphone. Pretty swell, I must say.

Two years later, all of the SOCOM games' services were shut down. I knew it would eventually happen to Fireteam Bravo 3, but I never thought it would happen for the other games. They were shut down on August 31st, 2012. It definitely was sad to think about all of the stats and memories lost, but I moved on and had gotten a 3DS for my birthday that had recently occured. Ever since, I had forgotten about SOCOM.

The service was bound for death when Zipper Interactive was shut down because of the poor sales for the shitty game that was SOCOM 4. It was thought that Sony shut down the servers because they didn't want to fund it, but I'll tell you right now, I know the truth. I have been frightened by going back on the game, and I now know why they shut it down. This is my final experience with the game itself, and I now know that I will never know any explanation for what happened that night.

It was a warm Saturday sunset. As usual, I was playing my PS3 with my best friend Peyton. He had lived in Texas, and I lived in Missouri. We had been friends for over a year now, and met on GameFAQs.com, or, as we liked to call it, GayFAGs.com, since the site was horrible. We played for a few hours tonight, but eventually got bored of Battlefield 3 and just jumped on Skype. I didn't want to play my 3DS at the moment, so I loaded up my PSP and started playing some good old Valkyria Chronicles 2. But that got boring after a while. Peyton was talking with me the whole time. I decided to go to my game collection and look for a game to play. As I was looking through my PSP collection, a case fell out of its place, and I went over to put it up. When I looked at the front, I could not believe my eyes. SOCOM U.S. Navy Seals: Fireteam Bravo 3; this was the game that I used to play all the time. I had tried it out once a few months before tonight, but it never worked because it was scratched up. I decided to give it a shot. Without hesitation, I inserted the UMD into my PSP, highlighted the UMD icon, and clicked the X button. The startup screen went as normal. Now I would be able to try the game for once in years.

I gave some commentary on what was happening on the game. Peyton couldn't believe that I was playing 'that game' again. I just decided to ignore his opinion and continue on. The companies started up as normal and all of that, except for the Slant Six one. Instead of tanish sand like we usually see, the sand was a coalish black, and instead of the wind effect from the helicopter above blowing away the sand, it was an eerie breeze. After all of the stuff popped up, the main menu loaded. However, it was much different than what I remembered. Single Player was greyed out, but Infrastructure (online services) and Ad-Hoc (Local Multiplayer) weren't. Seeing as this was the only option, I was hesitant to just exit the game, as online was shut down... Or so I thought. I asked Peyton what I should do, though, and he responded "Go for Multiplayer". I decided, just for shits and giggles, to go for it. I highlighted the Infrastructure option and clicked X.

Little did I know that I was about to get into the scariest shit that I had ever experienced.As it signed on, me and Peyton were conversing about things that were going on while the multiplayer was loading. As we were talking, I heard the 'click' that indicated that the User Agreement loaded. I went to my PSP, looked at the screen, and froze. "Peyton," I asked. "What?" he responded. "Let me read this to you," I told him. I took a deep breath (because I'm terrible at reading aloud) and began...

"Hell's gate is opened at last. Now I can ravage against all who have sinned against me, for

I am Satan's dark son. I will contain all souls in my black jar, and will feast on them for all of

eternity. Only the heavenly adolescent can destroy my imminent presence, for he is an

opposer of my kind. I will be revived only by his soul. When he chooses to face me, I will

be ready. Are you the opposer?"

We looked at it and started bursting with laughter. We thought some dumbass might have hacked the service before it was shut down, wrote a joke in before leaving. I decided to agree to the agreement, and my PSP's screen presented loud static, volumes far beyond the capabilities of the PSP. I had to mute my laptop's microphone so it would annoy my friend. I ended up having to cover up my ears because it was so loud. Finally, after some time, my PSP turned itself off. I thought my PSP was destroyed. Suddenly, it restarted, and I was dropped into gameplay. Oh my god...

I had no weapons or ammunition of any kind, and the world looked dark and dismal. Suddenly, I saw red smoke appear on the screen. I tried to shut off the PSP, but it was no use. I tried taking out the battery, but, of course, it didn't work. So I pushed forward on my analog nub and my character ran towards the smoke. Suddenly, I felt dizzy, and I passed out... In real life, that is...

I woke up, and it looked like I was in the game itself. I happened to be in the middle of the large, dark, and very empty room. Around me were ghosts that kept mumbling the same phrase: "Use the cube..." I honestly didn't know what they didn't meant by that, but they suddenly cleared the way for a dark figure. The dark figure had what appeared to be a dark cloak, a hood over his head, and glowing eyes. You couldn't see any details on his face. He happened to be carrying two swords: one marked Heaven and one marked Hell. "Listen, you piece of shit," he begun. "You have invaded my space, and for that, you must face me, for I am Satan's dark son, Korkut (core-cut was how he pronounced it).  I have two swords here. You must choose wisely, or your friend will die a painful death." At this point, I was literally scared out of my mind at this point, and now I was given a choice. My mind went straight to the 'User Agreement'. I decided, since I was "heavenly", to choose the sword marked 'Heaven'. Suddenly, Peyton appeared right in front of me, and the sword thrust into his heart, leaving him critcally damaged. He started to say something: "This was all your fault, Boris. You shouldn't have chose the Heavenly sword." And with that, the sword crumbled into pieces and Peyton fell onto the ground. Blood poured from his now-open wound, and he lied there, cold and dead. I couldn't believe my eyes.

"Now that your friend is dead, I will reveal my true identity," he told me. "Damn, why couldn't you just reveal your identity when Peyton was still alive?" I asked. He responded. "Well, as you can see, I chose to kill your friend Peyton. He was also a good friend of mine, but not good enough." He pulled off his hood, and on that face, was a mangled mess. Before this happened, I knew two other guys that were 'friends' with me and Peyton. Juan, and Eduardo. Now, you will know who the demon was, except...

The face looked like two faces were put together. Juan and Eduardo's face were combined, as if each face were on opposing sides. Korkut looked at me and yelled, "DIE!" He lunged towards me with his sword. Luckily, I was able to dodge his attack and kick him in the back. He dropped his sword and fell to the ground. I grabbed his sword, marked Hell. I pointed the sword at him. "You know, for a demon, you're not very skilled. Why did you drop defense so easily?" I asked. Korkut looked at me. "Heavenly warriors are too strong for me myself. I would be as strong as you, if I wasn't infected with the cod disease," he replied. "You see, it was a very simple plan. All I had to do was convince Sony, Microsoft, and Nintendo to accept Call of Duty as their lord and saviour. No other game can compete with Call of Duty, the ultimate game." I looked at him with anger. "You are going to pay for what you've done." I readied the sword, ran towards Korkut, and stabbed him in both of the eyes. I kneeled down over his body and kept stabbing him over and over, with the force increasing with each thrust. Suddenly, electrical sparks spouted from his body and a pocket on his cloak opened. It happened to be cube. I grabbed the cube, held it up, and it glowed with a bright light. The light was so intense that I got knocked out.

When I woke, my computer was still on. Peyton kept calling my name over and over. I responded quickly and told him of what I dreamed. He simply laughed, and said, "Boris, you just don't understand." He turned on his webcam, and it turned, that this whole time, he was Korkut. 