what is your own personal hell?
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Me in a room with nothing but a tv that won't turn off and can't be broken; where every channel is japamation cartoons.
Spanish class, without any of my friends in it, but instead filled with yappy freshmen girls.
*shivers*
Don't even get me started on it or talk about how bad your language teacher were. No matter what you say, I will always be convinced that I had it worse.
Though I do suppose I could always Rick Roll it again. That was fun, I brought a camera to school and put the video up on youtube too.
*shivers*
Don't even get me started on it or talk about how bad your language teacher were. No matter what you say, I will always be convinced that I had it worse.
Though I do suppose I could always Rick Roll it again. That was fun, I brought a camera to school and put the video up on youtube too.
My Spanish teacher was insane and tried to murder her husband.Cama Zots said:
My personal hell would probably be like No Exit.
Imagine this:
You wake up one morning, you get dressed, and head out to whatever it is you usually do. But that's when things start going awry. People just don't look right, don't act right, don't feel right. As the day goes on, things are spiraling downwards. You don't know where you are, where your loved ones are, and most importantly: who YOU are. Yet somehow these people know you.
Some wave, other snarl, some curse at you in their weird language (that you understand some, for whatever reason). As the day goes on, running around town freaking out about your surroundings, you failed to notice the sun drop oh so fast. Suddenly it's dark. Too dark. And all you can hear are these peo- no, these creatures masquerading as people, and they're laughing! Hooting around like some ungodly abomination, howling like a predator who's caught his prey in a corner.
You run. You run until you can't possibly run anymore, and you keep running. You feel your legs burning, your heart slamming around in your chest, and you hear them closing in on you. Suddenly, you're legs give out from under you and tumble to the floor, with the amazing weight and strength of the creatures holding you down, beating you, scratching you, tossing you around. They make you suffer.
They slowly tear chunks from you, and you can do nothing but watch yourself fall apart like a ball of yarn tossed at a box full of hyper kittens. As everything goes black, the last thing you see is their eyes, all red. And their faces, oh! So horrid, so grotesque as you welcome the enveloping darkness closing in on your vision.
You then wake up the next morning, you get dressed, and head out to whatever it is you usually do. But that's when things start going awry...
That would be my little slice of hell. One that you cannot escape, but must relive every day of eternity, never knowing that it's just a loop.
You wake up one morning, you get dressed, and head out to whatever it is you usually do. But that's when things start going awry. People just don't look right, don't act right, don't feel right. As the day goes on, things are spiraling downwards. You don't know where you are, where your loved ones are, and most importantly: who YOU are. Yet somehow these people know you.
Some wave, other snarl, some curse at you in their weird language (that you understand some, for whatever reason). As the day goes on, running around town freaking out about your surroundings, you failed to notice the sun drop oh so fast. Suddenly it's dark. Too dark. And all you can hear are these peo- no, these creatures masquerading as people, and they're laughing! Hooting around like some ungodly abomination, howling like a predator who's caught his prey in a corner.
You run. You run until you can't possibly run anymore, and you keep running. You feel your legs burning, your heart slamming around in your chest, and you hear them closing in on you. Suddenly, you're legs give out from under you and tumble to the floor, with the amazing weight and strength of the creatures holding you down, beating you, scratching you, tossing you around. They make you suffer.
They slowly tear chunks from you, and you can do nothing but watch yourself fall apart like a ball of yarn tossed at a box full of hyper kittens. As everything goes black, the last thing you see is their eyes, all red. And their faces, oh! So horrid, so grotesque as you welcome the enveloping darkness closing in on your vision.
You then wake up the next morning, you get dressed, and head out to whatever it is you usually do. But that's when things start going awry...
That would be my little slice of hell. One that you cannot escape, but must relive every day of eternity, never knowing that it's just a loop.
In my own personal hell, I would be forced to play every Spyro game not made by Insomniac over and over again. Kanye West music will be playing continuously as well. My endless existence consists solely of playing those crappy games and listening to Kanye West's music.
The southern baptist convention teaming up with westboro baptist to rule hell as a theocracy. And everyone stubbornly uses faith to justify their retarded bigotry. I have to see all my favorite series directed by whoever directed Twilight (if she dares direct a Nanoha in the style of Twilight, I will crush her with Raising Heart. A similar Evangelion adaptation will also be appropriately punished by berserking Eva and in severe cases second impact) and Uwe Boll. There is no internet. The rigid, overly restrictive and arbitrary school system will be in effect 24/7, being your home, unable to escape from the student body.
So no supernatural stuff, at least that would make things interesting.
So no supernatural stuff, at least that would make things interesting.
One of us! One of us!gof22 said:
And now to watch the three best news sources: The Daily Show, The Colbert Report, and Countdown With Keith Olberman.
Now that would be terrifying. Then again, my anti-funding conditioning is so strong that I cannot thrive without any being present to insult and point out their logical flaws. I could have fun there.Odude said:
these are all good depictions of hell. Some made me laugh, some made me cry...a lot. Some made me realize my own hell is not that bad afterall.
But most importantly, many of these made me apprectiate the fact that I'm no longer in high school anymore and glad of it. High School blows. Thanks for commenting
But most importantly, many of these made me apprectiate the fact that I'm no longer in high school anymore and glad of it. High School blows. Thanks for commenting
Having to explain where the supermarket is to a foreign tourist who can't speak or understand English for all eternity. THIS IS HELL.
Dang, now you've got me started.Pseudonym2 said:
She was losing her memory and mind, alshimerz or how ever you spell the disease (anyway it's a type of dementia). So she would give us the same assignments twice, lose our homework and projects on a regular basis (and it's your fault that you lost them), she would also teach things to her other classes that she forgot to teach mine, so we would end up having material on our tests that we never learned. She did that on our final and attempted to teach us a whole new tense half an hour (same day) that we took our final, which was about 15% of our grade. I think that the class average on it was only about 50%. She never actually taught us anything, but relied on homework and bookwork to teach us instead. Block days were a living hell, not even going to talk about how boring they were.
If i go to hell (some days I think I might) god will put me back in that class, FOREVER.
I need to go to church more and repent.
It's always freezing cold, and massive hairy spiders keep plucking at my face with tweezers to no purpose at all but to scare the crap out of me, and shrikll-voiced people who think they can sing screech karaoke in the background or make repetittive noises and are juuuuuuuust out of range so you can't stab them to death.
My teacher did that too (except we didn't have finals in 7th grade) only she would also argue with a student over the pronunciation of word for 30 minutes straight. Fortunately my class was chaotic enough so I could talk with my friends instead.Cama Zots said: