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Design your own personal Hell

Having no way to stretch out. Hear me out.

You’re sitting on the ground. Your knees are pulled up towards your chest, and then zip tied around your torso. Your arms are forced behind your back and tied too. You have a comfortable corner to sit in, you’re fed well, and it’s a comfortable temperature.

Then they super glue your fingers together. And your toes. No matter how hard you try you cannot separate them. It doesn’t hurt but you can never separate your fingers and toes and stretch them out.

Finally your head is put in a box. You have only a couple of centimeters to move your head in any direction without touching sharpened spikes, including below your chin, at the base of the back of the back of your head, and next to your cheeks. You’ll never relax your head and neck again. Constant upright posture.

Now that you’ve accepted your eternal fate, you finally sit against the wall and hope for sleep, but it never comes. Each time you start to doze off, an arm comes out of the wall and tips you over. You can wiggle yourself back up but if you sit back against the wall and try to relax, you’re knocked over again.

So there you are for eternity. Legs bound tight. Hands behind your back. Fingers and toes constantly bound and webbed with glue. Head forever straight up with no way to relax or turn. All of your limbs are in an eternal state of non movement. You will never yawn and stretch out your arms above your head. You’ll never unflex your legs. You’ll never spread out your fingers and toes. You’ll never relax your head and neck, or even turn it. You’ll never be able to lean over onto the wall without being knocked over.

Terrifying.


Jesus Christ dude
 
Having no way to stretch out. Hear me out.

You’re sitting on the ground. Your knees are pulled up towards your chest, and then zip tied around your torso. Your arms are forced behind your back and tied too. You have a comfortable corner to sit in, you’re fed well, and it’s a comfortable temperature.

Then they super glue your fingers together. And your toes. No matter how hard you try you cannot separate them. It doesn’t hurt but you can never separate your fingers and toes and stretch them out.

Finally your head is put in a box. You have only a couple of centimeters to move your head in any direction without touching sharpened spikes, including below your chin, at the base of the back of the back of your head, and next to your cheeks. You’ll never relax your head and neck again. Constant upright posture.

Now that you’ve accepted your eternal fate, you finally sit against the wall and hope for sleep, but it never comes. Each time you start to doze off, an arm comes out of the wall and tips you over. You can wiggle yourself back up but if you sit back against the wall and try to relax, you’re knocked over again.

So there you are for eternity. Legs bound tight. Hands behind your back. Fingers and toes constantly bound and webbed with glue. Head forever straight up with no way to relax or turn. All of your limbs are in an eternal state of non movement. You will never yawn and stretch out your arms above your head. You’ll never unflex your legs. You’ll never spread out your fingers and toes. You’ll never relax your head and neck, or even turn it. You’ll never be able to lean over onto the wall without being knocked over.

Terrifying.
Not gonna lie. I’d take this over my marriage.
 
In realty the two worst possible fates would be like those Mexican drug cartels that seal you up in a 50 gallon barrel upside down with a little sliver of water washing around it it. You're upside down in maybe an inch of water. In soundless dark. Sealed in a barrel.

Or, the Texas casket where they bury you alive with a bic lighter but not enough room in the casket to even roll over. Just enough room to light the lighter and recognize fully your fate.
 
Sci-fi writer Larry Niven rebooted Dantes Inferno. I read both. Dantes didn't strike me as hard because of the prose. Imagine being immersed in a lake of boiling blood. Or entombed in a metal shell of immense weight that grows hotter if you stop moving. Or fire that falls from the sky like snow, and sticks to whatever it lands on. One of the characters remarks that "they are in the hands of infinite power and infinite sadism" Chilling stuff.



Ps. The lowest circle of hell has traitors frozen in subzero ice while still aware.
 
It would be where I perpetually attend a surprise birthday party for me. The attendees are mixed groups of people I’ve known through the years and some people I don’t know at all. The party includes me opening gifts in front of the crowd for extended periods and unplanned/ad-lib speeches from the random group of guests.
 
Couple of numnuts from the Golf thread, driving their F150s in the left lane at below the speed limit, only to pull of the highway at same exit as me and head in Kroger parking lot, back into their spot without regard to who is behind them, shop, and leave their cart in another lane rather than return it to the cart barn.
 
Update to my hell: Having to play golf in eternity with three cuks that I loathe that talked about trucks and guns as if people that owned them were beneath them. [eyeroll]
 
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I would LOVE to play a game of "would you rather" with a lot of you folks. Apparently, you're not used to how dark a socially functional (AKA Gen X) but troubled mind can go. LOL
 
Florida is amazing depending on what you want, same as KY.
Living March 28, 1992 over and over again. Laettner shot. Groundhog Day for UK fans.
My 10th birthday. I remember jumping behind the couch and crying. Dad went upstairs and slammed the door. Party was obviously over.

I would say though a life where UL beat us every game and UT won infinity straight FBall titles. Yeah that would be torture.
 
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