How horrific... what agonizing pain they'll be in.
IHateDaManSkirt said:
Courage the Cowardly Dog reference, eh?( I used to think he was saying "slack"
Anyway my three plagues would be:
1)All of the previously stated plagues(a whole load of Cthulu in there), besides death, at once.
2)Death.
3)Your corpse is reanimated and returns my slab.
1) It would rain blood for 4 days straight.
2) Black tendrils would come frothing outta ever faucet across the nation home and attack the occupants
3) Every video game disappears except Superman for the N64.
Actually, Trivun has topped us all. I have yet to see a more horrific slab.
Trivun said:
First curse: You begin to feel things much more. All your senses become overhyped and too strong, literal torture. Anyone who thinks that having really powerful senses is a good thing (like, better sex, or whatever) should read the Well of Echoes novel series, by Ian Irvine. In that series is a character called Ullii (pronounced ooh-lee), who is hypersensitive.
She's only 18, yet has lived her life in pretty much total darkness and constant pain for ten years, since her abilities manifested. Even a candle-light is too strong for her, she needs to keep her eyes closed all the time just to see normally and is blinded by normal light, until special goggles are later made for her. She can smell things from massive distances away, even better than a dog, which is torture when you can smell things like the waste from next-door's toilet, or someone walking a hundred metres away who hasn't bathed for ages.
Ullii also has overhyped taste. She can't eat anything more than bland gruel and vegetables, she can rarely even stomach fruit, and can't even be near strong flavours like spices, because of the smell. She has overhyped hearing and a whisper is like someone shouting directly into her ears unless she has goggles on. And finally, worst of all, she can't touch things because her sense of touch is too strong. She has to wear special clothes and gloves made of a substance in the series called spider-silk, and even holding someone else's hand is like hooks tearing into her skin.
So yeah, hypersensitivity is a really bad form of torture.
So as I say...
First Curse: Hypersensitivity.
Second Curse: Succubi from the underworld come to you and pleasure you in all sorts of different sexual ways. Remember the hypersensitivity, so it's literally a world-shattering good sensation, but mixed with really bad pain, from the touch and from the sound of their moans of pleasure.
Third Curse: A series of knives plunge themselves into you, starting in the least sensitive areas, justb pricking at first, and slowly cutting your body over time. Moving towards the more sensitive parts of the body, and causing even more agony, always leaving you alive by not cuting or stabbing any vital parts. This carries on for as long as possible, until you finally succumb and die.
Bloody hell, I've just thought, this could be the new idea for my next short story! I've had writer's block for a fair while now, so this can be my new idea. In the style of Clive Barker, perhaps...
1st Plague: The Plague of Crying Babes (The cries of an infinite choir of infants, being murdered over and over again in the most painful, visceral way possible, follows you everywhere. The crying only begins to fade when the second plague is ready to appear)
2ed Plague: The Plague of Light (Everything in the general area [Including the inside of your eyelids] begins to give off intense light [As in, brighter than looking directly into the sun]) Personally, I think it's a lot worse than just darkness.
3rd Plague: The Plague of Ants (Fire ants in particular, they simply begin to craw out of every crevice, hole, and crack around you, slowly building into a murderous swarm, eventually beggining to come out of your mouth, ears, nose, the corners of your eyes and from beneath your fingernails, until you are eventually stung to death and picked apart [not necessarily in that order] before the ants retreat into nearby openings, vanishing into thin air, and only leaving behind the slab...)
All the while, you're accompanied by a pale, dark haired (Think complexion of the girl from The Ring) man in a tattered business suit (How I think I'd look if I were a ghost) holding out his right hand and hissing (Rather than moaning, as with Ramses) that heavenly plea: "Return the slaaab..."
1. You start feeling self doubt as to whether you really have a good lifestyle
2. You lose feeling from the waste down
3. Over the course of 42 hours, you will steadily turn into a living caricature of Will Smith (regardless of gender).
First,Your minds capacity begins to dull over a week. After the weeks end,you'll be thinking at half capacity.
Second,It increases all your senses to inhuman level. After the week,your senses will be making it impossible to process all your senses.
Third,You get one minute to give me the slab with the curses temporarily removed,then I cement the curse, your mind precieves reality so slow that your mind unsyncs,you heart begins to slow,and all your nerves become thick and numbing. You entire mind can't make a second last a second,and each second a minute,each minute an hour,each hour 2 and 1/2 days. Eventually you'll die,and your body won't know its dying,you nervous system won't get a message to shut down,your last moments you won't even be truly alive.
Now, let's see what curses shall haunt those to take my slab.
Number 1: Your body becomes so numb you can't even walk without falling over. It gets so bad that you deliberately try to hurt yourself, just so you can feel something. But every time you pick up that knife or hammer, it slips from your hands, therefore driving you to the breaking point of pure insanity.
Number 2: While you are suffering this psychotic break which is shattering reality before your very eyes, you start getting nosebleeds. Just a little bit of first, but then it increases in intensity until you can't even speak because by then you're bleeding from your mouth, eyes, ears, nose, all your bodily orifices. Even your pores. All your organs start getting bloody lesions. Your arteries and veins start eroding away, causing the blood to spill out and pool in your body. The blood in your skull crushes your brain, giving you intense headaches, but at this point you can not scream because of the massive bleeding in your lungs and throat. This repeats itself every 24 hours for an entire week.
Number 3: A rift opens and drags you in to the Twilight universe. For the next 1000 years, you are trapped in the mind and body of Bella Swan. With the addition of experiencing the worst of the two previous curses, breaking you. You're screaming for help, but no one can hear you scream. Think of it this way, you are trapped in a room, suffering the absolute worst of the first two curses. You are screaming for help, although it's more like half crying/half choking on your own blood. But no one outside the room can hear you. The room is Bella's mind. Bella doesn't notice, because it's not happening to her, it's happening to you. Oh, and because you are in her mind, you experience everything she experiences as well, but every time you do it hurts like hell.
Man, I am evil...if this doesn't convince people to stay away from my slab, nothing will.
Heh, I'm just saying, if you're supposed to design the plagues some that the person will be motivated to return the slab, sex and massages isn't the best way to go about it. Unless you were being ironic, in which case the joke is on me, especially after my sarcastic reply.
My slab is This [http://album.warpshadow.com/v/ShadowsInTheWarp/Tyranid-Archive/sketches/4ed/Winged+Guard.jpg.html] inhabited by my soul.
if you even try to capture me/it for study, the following will happen:
1: you will be consumed by a gaunt, and your mind will be put in a ripper.
2: this ripper will be in a completly diffrent galaxy, and you will have all the free will of a rock. you will carry out all the duties a ripper would normally do. after you are bloated with the corpses of the the planets natives, you will jump into a digeston pool. you will be dissovled painfully.
3: your mind will be put into a perfect clone of your old body, you will retain full memory. then, i will let you go, you will be a mad, raving shambles of a human from your contact with the hive mind..
My slab is This [http://album.warpshadow.com/d/25311-3/L1.jpg] inhabited by my soul.
if you even try to capture me/it for study, the following will happen:
1: you will be consumed by a gaunt, and your mind will be put in a ripper.
2: this ripper will be in a completly diffrent galaxy, and you will have all the free will of a rock. you will carry out all the duties a ripper would normally do. after you are bloated with the corpses of the the planets natives, you will jump into a digeston pool. you will be dissovled painfully.
3: your mind will be put into a perfect clone of your old body, you will retain full memory. then, i will let you go, you will be a mad, raving shambles of a human from your contact with the hive mind..
The "This" is giving me a 403 error, but I suppose it doesn't really matter. In any case, I don't think I'd be able to give the slab back, what with the gaunt, and the ripper. I would no longer have the ability to do so. You should at least have some form of a grace period to return the slab.
Weren't there supposed to be 9 Star Wars movies in the beginning anyway? I honestly wouldn't be surprised if he came back to do more. Nonetheless, that would be quite the curse.
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