lethbridge alberta during the middle of summer, and i have to stay with my family there, already lived it, so i know it will be
Your Personal Hell
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My worst nightmares. Combined with brief moments where I can escape...only to fail and die horribly, just to be respawned again so I can get killed again. >_<
That, or an Endless loading screen. ....Or jsut nonstop Calculus 2 and other difficult courses. Where the questions and answers change as I work on them. And then I feel like an idiot for all eternity.
....That being said, I don't really believe in hell. And if it does exist, I think it's only for the REALLY bad scum. The kind of people who cause massive suffering and enjoy it, and don't do anything to stop it.
That, or an Endless loading screen. ....Or jsut nonstop Calculus 2 and other difficult courses. Where the questions and answers change as I work on them. And then I feel like an idiot for all eternity.
....That being said, I don't really believe in hell. And if it does exist, I think it's only for the REALLY bad scum. The kind of people who cause massive suffering and enjoy it, and don't do anything to stop it.
It's dry, boring and not really funny.team star pug said:
Monty Python, the Office (actually both US AND UK), just not funny.
Yahtzee is the closest thing to british comedy I'll get to liking but even then, I don't see him as a 'comedian' or his work as comedy but rather as reviews that just happen to occasionally be funny.
Forever stuck working in a chipshop were it's steaming hot with boiling liquids. The customer will forever be shouting and are angry while the people I'm working with are yelling at me in a foreign language.
Yeah I really hate working in a chipshop from personal experiences.
Yeah I really hate working in a chipshop from personal experiences.
Being stuck in a small, cold flat, with no human company or worthy internet contact, with little other entertainment than books, games, and music, without the opportunity to do anything productive or to, say, forward your life and your development as a person in any way, suffering from a medical condition that limits your energy and strength, fearing that at any given moment you might faint with no one there to rescue you, and knowing that you've failed pretty hard at life and are now depending on another person's payroll
I want a cuddle
I want a cuddle
My personal hell?
There would need to be children. I would probably guess it to be around 5-7 children, but knowing hell, it would be much, much more. They're all running around, and screaming, and banging and knocking things over.
Children are terrible. I don't personally remember being so annoying to everyone around me...
There would need to be children. I would probably guess it to be around 5-7 children, but knowing hell, it would be much, much more. They're all running around, and screaming, and banging and knocking things over.
Children are terrible. I don't personally remember being so annoying to everyone around me...
Being stuck in the car with my moms boyfriend while being forced to listen to him awkwardly talk about his rather bizarre obsession with bird feeders.
Large crowds of people staring at me like vultures. Waiting for me to trip on my face so they can go in for the kill. Just staring and watching with those eyes O_O Soulless, horrid eyes.
Funny enough, being foreveralone would be a good hell for me too.
Or a room full of cute girls my age laughing at me, that would be ....just horrible...I would lose my fucking mind and kill all of them.
Very....freudian of me....hmmm......
Funny enough, being foreveralone would be a good hell for me too.
Or a room full of cute girls my age laughing at me, that would be ....just horrible...I would lose my fucking mind and kill all of them.
Very....freudian of me....hmmm......
The sky rains a mixture of acid and titanium tipped syringes filled with poison and yet I am immortal. I am chased by demonic creatures that claw at my naked body whispering threats of ravaging me. The faces of my friends float around me telling me that they never cared.
The ground is covered in broken glass and so I leave a bloody trail as I roam ceaselessly looking for cover from the wretched rain. There is no food, there is no water and I know that no matter what happens to me I'll live through it and that is no blessing but a curse. The air is filled with sulfurous clouds and the screams of the damned.
That is my personal hell.
The ground is covered in broken glass and so I leave a bloody trail as I roam ceaselessly looking for cover from the wretched rain. There is no food, there is no water and I know that no matter what happens to me I'll live through it and that is no blessing but a curse. The air is filled with sulfurous clouds and the screams of the damned.
That is my personal hell.