Warning: Long Rage Rant ahead.
Stupid people on the internet getting scared of photoshopped pictures. Especially my brother, he showed me a picture of the stupid "Jeff the Killer" meme and was terrified of it. My response?
"Bro, if I found that creep staring at me at night I'd punch him right in the eyes and go for the pistol I keep in my bedside drawer. Or better yet, one of the knives I keep under my pillow."
Honestly, I don't have much patience with people getting scared of stupid things anymore. I've never really been freaked out by horror movies, and now they don't phase me at all, because my first and oftentimes only response is: shoot the thing terrorizing you.
Masked mass murderer? Shoot them.
Aliens? Shoot them.
Evil animals? Shoot them.
Possessed Artifacts? Don't take any chances, property can be replaced. Throw them in a blast furnace.
Zombies? They aren't us, we're not the real monsters. They are merely animated corpses that seek to eat us. Kill them and begin re-connecting with the rest of the world.
Something that supposedly can't be killed with conventional means (ala vampires)? Obtain a large-caliber weapon, even if it can't kill them it will at least stun them. Restrain them with chains and heavy-duty cord, toss them into a blast furnace. Problem solved.
Ghosts? Obtain or create directed energy weaponry and attack them with it. Or don't be a freaking moron and call a gorram exorcist!
Evil spirit invading your dreams? Dream up any number of famous characters to come beat the crap out of them.
Freddy: Now I have you GH! Wait, who're these guys?
GH: This is my pal, Leonidas, and his army of Spartans. They're going to do unspeakable things to you while I go fly around Mars in an F-22, ok?
Freddy: What?! You can't do this! I'm in control! You're in my world now!
GH: Not exactly. You see, I have a friend who specializes in a very special kind of security: subconscious security. He trained my mind to fend off unwanted attacks, like yours. Leonidas?
Freddy: Argh! No wait, not my spleen! Ack, my spine doesn't bend that way!
GH: Hey Freddy, this here's my dream-guardian: Sarah Kerrigan, the Queen of Blades. She's a class 12 psionic, commands god-like power, rules the Zerg swarm, and is immune to conventional weaponry. And I just told her she gets to do whatever she wants to you. *Evil Grin*
Freddy: I will kill you GH, nothing can stop me!
GH: Oh rlly? *Pulls out the entire Nightmare on Elm Street DVD collection*
Freddy: What!? I've been turned into a stupid, bumbling villain whose only purpose is to turn out sequels?! No!!!
GH: *Trollface* Problem Freddy?
/End Rant. Sorry for venting here, but I had to say it. People who scare easily just get on my freaking nerves, argh!
*Calming breath* Ok, I'm better now... Oh, one more.
Twilight Saga? DEATH STAR!