Your Personal Hell
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.. well one if hell exists, it means everything i believe is wrong, and then im forced to be in a small room full of religious bigots... and tehy all know im a bisexual athiest.. and i cant talk to defend my point of view... nor could as as i was proven wrong
Hmmm, let me see.
Having an obese, BO suffering, mouth-breather petting my head and asking if I'm alright every five seconds, and I'm strapped to a table (Strapped in with barbed wire mind you) constructed from the re-animated corpse of Sonic the Hedgehog complete with a functioning mouth to spew out bad dialogue, and I'm surrounded by enormous spiders that have either the personalities of self-important children and adults talking about "Being a real gamer" and saying that my argument is invalid because my stats are low or fanboys who have no levels of shame.
And I'm forced to watch a TV news program on a 3D television mounted to a ceiling that details
-The latest successes of stephanie Meyer, Justin Bieber and modern warfare 2
-How bad games are for our children
-How a small, innocent ethnic group is to blame for all societies problems
-How all members of all religions are arrogant cocks
-How brilliant Kevin Rudd is
-What a selfless hero Jesse Martin is
and it loops over and over again with no ad breaks. And the room I'm in has no windows and I'm actually inside an abandoned mental home. And the whole place reeks like rotten eggs. And there's a speaker mounted next to my head that basically insults you for all time.
Having an obese, BO suffering, mouth-breather petting my head and asking if I'm alright every five seconds, and I'm strapped to a table (Strapped in with barbed wire mind you) constructed from the re-animated corpse of Sonic the Hedgehog complete with a functioning mouth to spew out bad dialogue, and I'm surrounded by enormous spiders that have either the personalities of self-important children and adults talking about "Being a real gamer" and saying that my argument is invalid because my stats are low or fanboys who have no levels of shame.
And I'm forced to watch a TV news program on a 3D television mounted to a ceiling that details
-The latest successes of stephanie Meyer, Justin Bieber and modern warfare 2
-How bad games are for our children
-How a small, innocent ethnic group is to blame for all societies problems
-How all members of all religions are arrogant cocks
-How brilliant Kevin Rudd is
-What a selfless hero Jesse Martin is
and it loops over and over again with no ad breaks. And the room I'm in has no windows and I'm actually inside an abandoned mental home. And the whole place reeks like rotten eggs. And there's a speaker mounted next to my head that basically insults you for all time.
Being forced to listen to someone read Tara Gillespies my immortal while watching every single twilight movie, i am unable to close my eyes, block my ears or move because i am trapped in a chair. Also, after one of the twilight movies is over someone kicks me in the balls and cuts off one of my fingers.
Being stuck in surgery for eternity....and they don't use anesthesia. So I end up feeling everything.
Dunno, but it has a keyboard I used at school once. All the keys seemed just too far away and half of them were sticky so you had to almost punch them to get them to work. So you got cramp after typing a single sentence.
Not like my wonderful G15, which would be stuck on a plinth just too high to reach.
Man, this G15 is great.
Not like my wonderful G15, which would be stuck on a plinth just too high to reach.
Man, this G15 is great.
the greatest possible damnation would be to exist for eternity. simply existing as a conscious entity, for ETERNITY. sure it might be a blast for a few million years, depending on the specific afterlife, but then it would get monotonous after few trillion years. followed by another trillion. And another, Ad Infitum. you`l eventually spend every minute of that eternity wishing for oblivion, as your mental state degrades but is never allowed to cross the threshold of insentience. an eternity passes, and another. and another.
so this is why I desperately hope that there is no after life, because all are equally hellish.
so this is why I desperately hope that there is no after life, because all are equally hellish.
my personal hell would be full of extroverts who listened to pop music and tried to look brooding and deep, while only managing to look self obsorbed and pretencious. oh wait... am i already there... well it would be this blown up a million times to the back-tracking of pounding techno.
my hell would be to live forever and get everything i wanted because i think it would become too much of a good thing or not getting anything i wanted for eternity because that would suck
I have another hell, apart from my Terry Gilliam animation.
I am trapped working in a supermarket for eternity, watching thousands of ignorant old ladies pick apart the grapes section grape by grape, leaving a mess behind. I am told to clean it up, only I realize that the grape section is miles long, and each bag I clean up gets unraveled and messed up by the ladies again.
I am trapped working in a supermarket for eternity, watching thousands of ignorant old ladies pick apart the grapes section grape by grape, leaving a mess behind. I am told to clean it up, only I realize that the grape section is miles long, and each bag I clean up gets unraveled and messed up by the ladies again.
waiting to watch the entire evil dead trilogy in a movie theater with all my friends but the previews are for nothing but romantic comedies and go on and on forever.... after about 50 years (in hell the concept of time would be different) the movie finally starts, only to reveal that it is a marathon of Micheal Bay movies extended and uncut only to be interrupted between movies by footage of Dane Cook reading the entire "Twilight" series aloud and adding his "humorous" thoughts throughout. I try to escape but the arms are tied to my chair with jellyfish tentacles (stingers and all). I scream to my friends for help but they have turned into the cast of "Jersey Shore" and the rest of the theater is now populated by 12 year old X-box Live users.
And this goes on for all eternity.
Sleep tight readers.
And this goes on for all eternity.
Sleep tight readers.
