What's your own personal version of hell?

What's your own personal version of hell?

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loosing loved ones, alone in pain, powerless

Honestly, probably just being on fire forever, alone, with all other senses removed.

no pizza rolls

Everything goes black. Then nothing happens, ever again.

nice try satan

Damnation! Foiled again.

Like that time I had a bad trip except instead of just feeling like it goes on forever it actually does

Yeah but what if this.... plus you're on fire

There is no such thing.

tendy being close but can never reach

Watching your gf get fucked by ron jeremy for all eternity

There's a Greek myth with a similar premise. A man is stuck on a little isle with a tree full of fruit and water all around him. Whenever he reached for food or a drink, it would move away from his grasp.

Nice that's almost as good as the one where he fucked his mom

Imagine watching unfunny women vines/standup routines on repeat

Not a myth, but yeah, a good one. It set the basis for motherfuckers and daddy issues- along with much of psychology as we know it today.

Not as good as the time Midas tried to have a wank though

Life

Suffer through all you did to intentionally harm others x2, everyone goes to hell before they can pass on to heaven or whatever

I feel bad for the fat guy.

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Never dying, being alive forever while everyone else ages around you and the world eventually fades out.
That is a fucking comfort, the idea of being trapped somewhere forever, afterlife or not, is a prison, regardless of it's decorations. You can do whatever you want, but eventually you'd run out of things to do, then what?

>Never dying, being alive forever while everyone else ages around you and the world eventually fades out.

This is Vandal Savage

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This isnt my final answer, but one option is having to shit but every time the turd is almost out, it sucks back up into your anus. Also, the whole time things happen outside of the bathroom door to make you feel rushed. Things like the doorbell ringing and people laughing hysterically or dishes shattering. And the poop is super dry, so it is a lot of work to get out. And really uncomfortable. That would be awful. Also, maybe super high during this too. Time distortions and paranoid internal monologues.

You mean like this life? Where you get to choose shitty fast food at best?

Everything is about staying free, you don't get the girl or to have a fulfilling life.

florida

Working at the IRS phone helpdesk again. I had nightmares and tremors. I couldn't deal with angry people whining about money every day

There's a really odd book about that shit thing. Its about a ghost/spirit that lives inside of a Nazi. Basically, time reverses and so he starts off old and slowly gets younger. The Nazi who's body he's in is gassing Jews, but since everything rewinds, he thinks he's a doctor or healer of some sort. Also, whenever he eats, it gets puked out, and when he shits, it painfully goes back inside his ass.

I'm living in it

Being on Yea Forums on a saturday night

this universe

Actually truly be happy:(

Living forever in any fashion.

god sent devil to earth as punishment so there for earth is hell

Isn't it ironic that Lucifer was God's favorite son

Usa

Wake up in a prison. Turns out my whole life is just simulated torture. Get sent back in another one

I did not know god had kids other than Jesus

That sounds nice

This is pretty much it

Still not having a gf

He wasn't a child of god. He was created as a servant and got ideas above his station. Its why adversarialism has typically been a lower class thing

Dude no joke this .... even though you wont be aware of it .... the thought of loosing all of your conscious is terrifying. And sadly its what awaits us all.

but thats not possible , thats not even atheists version of death where your clock is not ticking as you dont exist

you cant suffer when you dont exist

But not ever being aware/conscious ever again .. just nothing and you have no idea.

Lllllllllabd

you gonna just "teleport" to the next moment you exist again *shrugs*

This, to just be *gone*

I think hell is the grave away from God no longer existing and heaven is heaven.

What do you remember from before your first memory?

You catch glimpses of it, here and there. A dream, a feeling, a realization of a moment.
Relax. It's not locked in a dark box or unending darkness. It's just loading the next page with the memory cleared, mostly.

>just nothing and you have no idea.

I unknowingly had this happen to me. Car accident, I wasn't aware I was dead or alive. I just didn't exist. Well until the brought me back, weeks later I opened my eyes for the first time again and it was a complete shock. It was so confusing.

good info that humans start to understand how reincarnation works

I once took an unknown high dose of 25i-NBOH while only having tripped once before (same chem) and after freaking out in the streets bc of a car that parked right behind me in the middle of the night I ran home and accidentaly opened pic related which is Postal 2 AWP, after hearing all the screaming and shit I got into a full on bad trip and convinced myself I was a demon trapped by some omnipotent god in a bubble dimension of pure fucking pain.
And I mean it, pain was constantly present no matter what I did but still I kept on convincing myself that this or that task would get me out of this place/feeling and ofc I did everything I hallucinated would get me out since the only thing that was in my mind apart from these tasks where how I would never see my loved ones ever again, which made me very very miserable atm.
Long story short I ended up jumping through a glass door, scratching some cars, breaking a couple furniture items in my house, threathening the local security guy and ultimately punching a cop in the face to "face adversity once and for all and stop running like a bitch"

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Yeah. But instead of knowing that it would go on forever, its just like your trip experience where you keep guessing that itll stop eventually, but it doesn't , but you keep hoping that it'll end soon like ur trip but it goes on forever...

LOS ANGELES IN 2019

Being shown the life I could've lived if I had tried.

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The life I'm living right now.

I could be an edgelord and say heaven because it's where all the conformists, normies and NPCs go to endlessly kiss god's ass and sing shitty choir songs for all eternity, but bad as that is, eternity spent in a brazen bull (look it up - it's basically hell) would probably be worse.
Though honestly, you put me in the first one, I'd probably start wishing for the second one after a bit. Just because physical pain would drown out the psychological torment.
Maybe something a bit more inventive. Being put in a simulation where all my values and concepts of integrity are things I've got to violate to prevent something really awful from happening for the sole purpose of killing my sense of "soul" or "identity" sounds pretty awful. I like being me. I don't want to not be me. If I blow my head off, I die being me. If I'm made to give up myself to become something far inferior, I'd hate that.
I guess getting old sounds awful. I don't want to spend years being a braindead, half-crippled version of myself.

That JL episode where it’s like 30,000 years into the future and he’s the sole survivor of humanity was crazy

HE SAY YOU BRADE RUNNAH

Wake me up at 4 a.m. every day then I have to drive an hour and a half to work in traffic in a car I can't afford and I have to work 8 hours but just as I'm about to leave the boss tells me I have to stay 12 and I had skipped lunch no answer my shift is over then I have to drive an hour and a half home in traffic again to show up to a house that I'm renting and don't even own with a shity landlord and a bad heater with window air conditioners that I have to put in and out every season. Hey open the door to a big steaming pile of dogshit rubbed into the carpet and walked all around the house by the baby. Only to come home and realize my wife smoke the rest of our weed. So I begin wet vacuum dog shit out of the rug and it's eventually somehow 1 in the morning now and I have 3 hours to sleep before my day starts again.

This is my personal hell

It won't be so bad once you get there so don't worry!!! *blows you a kiss*

*wink*

Knowing that every personal fear can torment me in the real hell after death

FUCK YOU NIGGER APE

The dream I just had this night. Wrote a story about it

POST THE STORY FAGOOT NIGGER MONKEY

Fine, fine... (actually I just waited for this)

”The fear engine”

It all started a late summer's eve, nearing september. I sat with some friends at my, now deceased, grandfathers house. It hadn't been cleared of furnishing yet, we drank, tore the place apart slowly, in our insatiable appetite for destruction.

I had enough, the neighboring woman was planting trees, afraid of our antics, and the studying women occupying the upper premises were in distress too. ”HARUMPH”, the neighboring lady exhaled heavily, and started turning another wheelbarrow of dirt. ”Come on, let's set the couch on fire and throw it out the window!” a girl jubileed. I wanted out, took the nearest door leading to no where, the stairs to the road. Here I met the neighboring lady, she ran to me and said ”This is the key to your mind, don't ever loose it!” she said, without handing me a single thing. An old man was passing me by, beard running down his belly, was this truly shadowed, murky, fearful personnage the ”key” ? Or, was it some more essoteric, not physical thing she spoke of ?

I said ”Yeah, yeah thank you!” And started walking down the side of the house to the road, now the girls and boys, six in all, were following me. ”Hey, we have no where to go, you know ? What the fuck do you want ?”... ”I WANT OUT!” I yelled, and turned. One of them had some foreign instrument in his hand, looked like a mixture of an opthalmoscope and a crossbow. ”Perhaps we should let the ”needler” do the talking, eh?” He exclaimed. I froze in my spot and turned... what the hell is a needler ? In blind fear I turned and ran, felt something hit me in the small of my back, and suddenly I felt electrocuted. I fought with all my willpower, the spasms increasing, but suddenly, I was able to move.

A girl came to the front, ”What about ”the lover” ? Perhaps he'll like the sensation” She drawled. She hit me in the chest with an apparatus looking like a bonecutter without a saw blade. Another jolt, even larger than the others, waved over me. I started lashing out at them, trying to get to my feet, but they kicked and punched me to the ground every time. The neighbors dog came running and bit me while I fended off. I said ”Now come on, you can't let the dog bite me too ”. The leader of the group, let's call him Kevin said ”The dog only bites because you're wrong !”...

I stopped fighting, and the dog stopped biting, it was a miracle he gave me the ”key”, and that I could react through blind panicky veils of doom. I got to my legs and started running, they followed, throwing stones, kicking when reaching me and punching, I was like a marked man ! I asked a woman in a town house to call the cops and told that I was hunted. She looked, first at me, then the group, and laughed... it was unbearable torture. I ran, and ran, and ended up in front of the towns firedepartment building, surely, they could help ! But it had to be fast, for from the other group I had asked for help, now came three other women running. One latched out at me with her high heeled shoes. I had to act fast, so I ran straight into the building, barely managing to open the door.

I stood in the hall with the fire engines, desperately knocking at the door for help, and a man responded ! He saw what was going on, and called for the head of the group to step forward. They exchanged a few words, and he escorted us over to a tool table. ”In here, you'll find all the break in's needed for a real students cleansing !”, it contained hammers, clamps of all sorts, saws of all sizes and what not. I was petrified, he was supposed to help me ! The leader of the group grabbed a sturdy sledgehammer, ”Now this, is what we're talking about! ” He said, and planted the first hit on my knee. Everything whitened, my head turned whoozy, and I completely forgot how to stand. I just laid and cried. The girls were attaching clamps to me, and I was being generally abused in every way.

”This is for all the times you've acted against the feminist agenda !” One of them yelled. I was afraid, what did they mean by that, the agenda ? This could go on for either minutes, or hours, or days, for I knew not where my wrong doing was. But suddenly, they scurried away, and I looked at the firefighter and said ”This is my mind, this is my fears !”. He looked jolly and asked, ”Do you want to exit this ?” I said ”yes, for now I understand !”, one of the girls came forward, took me on her shoulder and kissed my cheek. Everything went down a silvery tube, a deafening roar around the ears and uncontrollable pressure. I felt something slide out of my anus, was held suspended in the air slightly above ground, and fell unto my hands and knees.

”It's over now! Just relax, the fear engine has lost it's grasp of you!” A calm voice said. There was a bit of fecal matter on the floor, and some puke. ”Do you want to rinse down?” The calm voice asked, and I was grabbed by the arm and stood up on my feet. It was the fire fighter ! He took me through a hallway where around a dozen people were entangled with machines, just like I had been. He took me into a side room where there was a sink. Joyous, clear water !

As I rinsed down, we talked about what had happened and transpired in the ”dreamstate”, but as I washed, I noticed more and more fecal matter spreading around. I looked at him, ”Are you sure this is over ? For this, this is one of my worst fears !”

”Regrettably, your ride isn't over, ooooooh the fun and games we two will have !”. Suddenly, in the mirror above the sink, a screen started floating. ”Spin the wheel, it's the only way out !” he said. I loathed this game, but I had to do it... out of the few I had seen, I hoped less for spit-roasting. And so it rolled, and landed on ”Torso sawn in half from top-to-bottom”. ”HAHA ! Let the bloodbath begin !” Yelled the firefighter who now looked like a forensics doctor, clad in top-to-toe surgeons gown with a surgical mask.

I felt a sensation at the top of my head, ”oh god, it starts, oh dear god!”. The saw went through skin, bone and brain. When it came to my mouth something started slobbering, it was me I realised... Blood, spit and puke running everywhere down with my grey matter. My teeth got dislocated one by one, and suddenly I couldn't breathe, but was kept alive by some machinery running my heart and lungs autonomically. I felt the saw tear apart my chest, how it reached the abdomen, the bladder, and POP ! There went the pelvis.

I was suspended in time to realise what had happened, and was then reanimated. ”Spin again, spin again !!!” The fire fighter, which I had now come to know as ”guide”, yelled in ecstasy, I spinned, this was terrible, spit roasting ! I felt my knees bend, and was sat down, and... something emerged from the floor, entering through my anus, into my abdomen and up through my throat, I was spun around three times, in an unanimated state, disembodied in my own mind, death... This time, I was dead.

And... reanimated. This time, the guide wasn't as excited, he said ”Our fun and games will soon be over, for you are beginning to understand now, do you understand ? ”No, I don't understand a single thing ! This is too much, I just want to live !” I cried and started sobbing. The guide took notice. ”That was the purpose of ”the fear engine” in the first place, to bring down suicide rates by simulating death, child, you have gone so far... It's time to go back !”. A nurse came in. ”Do you have the serum injection, dear ?” the guide asked. ”Yes I do doctor ! It will be ready in 30 seconds !”. ”Well”, the guide said... ”On one last note, how does the living know when they're dead anyway ? ”. The nurse hit me right under the collarbone with a syringe the size of a turkey baster, saltwater and blood emerging from the wound.

I awoke in another state, no labs, no guide, no nurse. Just a screen. I looked for some controls, but none were available. Suddenly the screen flaired up, and it showed a sliding panel of pictures... no, episodes !. The series was called ”The imaginary rape... and beyond”, first episode, ”the uncolored duster”.

I pressed the first slide and a little movie showed describing a ”cowboy kid” who couldn't find love, but then he got himself a duster, uncolored by nature, that he could ”hide in”, ”camouflage”, whatever word you'd use... and that made him able with the girls

The second slide said ”civic duty”, it was about ”cowboy kid” as an adolescent, he was smoking a lot of pot and tripping out of his mind, but in these visions he saw a unity of every individual in the universe, fullfilling an immensely small part of it, but it was required to be filled, but he never found his own

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The third slide made me stop, it was called ”mother's petals” and described ”cowboy kids” relationship with his mother, it showed a woman knitting, while talking about doing her sons duties to society, instead, leaving him to his merryments and not caring for himself... In the end, he wasn't even living anymore, just sitting around, doing nothing with his visions and dreams.

”I WANT OUT!!!” I yelled. The guide slowly emerged, ”On a second last note, how does the living know they're dead anyway ? When they are where death is most alive ? Hehehehehehehe....”

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living in this shithole state in the biblebelt, these god damn fundamentalist christians are like a cross between Hitler and Mister Rogers, they wave the flag and talk about how free they are, but nobody is really free here since they have used christianity to lock themselves in a mental prison, and they hate everybody that is not just like them

I hate that everything you said makes sense.

I actually wake up like this sometimes.

The thought of an eternity like it is, well....

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Nothing on Yea Forums but WWYD and FB/IG threads.

Hitler and Mr. Rogers.

LOL

Um the future is looking like its getting there. Mixing races everywhere. Lgbtqrustvwxyz allowed to just do what ever. Social justice prevalent for every little groupe. Feels bad knowing that the worst thing that could ever happen is end I have to just sit back and watch.

It will all come crashing down soon.

Boooooriiiiiing

playing League of Legends all day, im addicted but progress happens, i only play a single match a day for the last week on average(sometimes none, sometimes two games), game is garbage, imbalanced, pointless, garbage shit where one ban is basically turning a game from winnable into 100% lose cause vladimir 1shots 3 people and outsustains 1v2 after

This feeling will pass, friend.

Living normal life but all sounds i hear are mere variations and repeats of the song "hey ya" by outkast

Had many dreams about this.
Was terrifying every time because I kept repeating "I am in hell" over and over again in my mind. Couldn't say it out loud, couldn't scream or thrash - I was a disembodied soul without sensory input or ability to imagine things, simply existing in an eternal void.
Had this dream several times

Sucking them sweet sweet BBC for eternity

falling though an unending abyss covered in roaches that give you little cuts all over your body and spit salt into the wounds, and your shown a constant steam of images of your wife/mom/&sister being gangraped repeatedly by yoked black dudes with pencil mustaches, all whilst you're forced to listen to "don't stop believing" by journey on repeat forever and ever

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THIS GUY.

HE CANT EVEN WIPE HIS OWN ASS.

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Pure silence

>What's your own personal version of hell?
Working at Home Depot. Which I did.

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Nothingness.

Alabama

You're living in it, OP

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living the same second over and over and over.

I had a dream like that once it felt like it lasted for days

another 4 years of Trump

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yea MY FUCKING LIFE

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sitting in a job you dont like, but dont have a perspective in life. cant quit it because without it you would land on the street. cant quit it because your parents are proud of who you are (or mere pretend to be) your friends thinking you are an asshole if you tell them that you cant do something with them because work is tirering and you come home late you just want to relax at home without anybody stressing you. i want to die

Being middleclass in the suburbs everything must be flawless and as soon neighbors spot a flaw you be branded as sociopathic and mentally ill and everybody shuns you not even invited to the pool party. Wife cobstantly says to meet her friends and i am not allowed to go with her to watch her. And she has sex with dindus raw and savagely then forces me to raise that mulatto or she will through court hearings destroy me financially so i cant retire in South east Asia later when im old.

Being surrounded by fucktards who spend most of their energy ensuring that the future is fucked to a detriment to themselves in order feel like they are winning.
>ohwait

Lol this. You cant perceive anything including this vague "nothingness" thing people obsess about ITT when your neurons dont work anymore. People need to stop being faggots. Why would there be shit like "fire" in another "realm" or whatever when the fear of fire stems from the pain you feel in this current realm when you touch it. Just seems like a human bias to me. Check your earthly privelege.

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You know when you go to sleep without dreaming? Your not consious for a few hours. How terrifying is that?

No gogurt

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If you're headed in the right direction, you feel untouchable. That is heaven. When you veer off the path, you feel misery and pain. That is hell. You don’t die and go to either place, they are a state of being while alive that result from your decisions and behavior.

Being alive. I won’t consider suicide because of my fear that things will worsen in the afterlife so here I am.

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this

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Living in a country where an illiterate moron outlawed abortion and making climate change worse because he doesn't believe in it.

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Pretty much living it atm

That's why I play Dota. Just mute everyone and enjoy

This is my sentiment as well. Hell is a real personal place here on Earth.

I'm already living it bud

to be alone in an empty room forever

samefag

Reality

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Being alone in room full of curryniggers

Buckle up buckaroo! You're in for a bad time.

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