Procrastination isn't that easily cought, if only I could be arsed catching it, damnit there it goes again!
You just captured your worst enemy...
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i am thinking a reversed sword of Damocles a chamber with rough red stone walls like a cave in the center fix a sword to the floor pointing up and tie afore mentioned enemies to an unstable ceiling by their ankles/hands depending on your preferences the floor around the sword is sand covered cardboard over a pit filled with something deadly maybe spikes or ill tempered mutated sea bass or something
the windows and doors into the chamber are all rigged with laser tripped claymore mines
i envision the ceiling giving way and the heroine getting stabbed to death by the sword if as heroines tend to do she escapes the sword by swing or something she will land in the pit with suitable deathly consequences if she somehow escapes that the claymores will take her out as she opens the now obviously not so boobytrapped doors/windows
the windows and doors into the chamber are all rigged with laser tripped claymore mines
i envision the ceiling giving way and the heroine getting stabbed to death by the sword if as heroines tend to do she escapes the sword by swing or something she will land in the pit with suitable deathly consequences if she somehow escapes that the claymores will take her out as she opens the now obviously not so boobytrapped doors/windows
I'd strap them down, connect them to a generator that could run for several days straight, then electrocute them with just enough voltage to cause as much pain as possible but cause no fatal damage, then leave them constantly being electrocuted to starve to death. Then of course, I hate to waste perfectly good meat, so I'd feed what's left to some starving kids in Nigeria. Then afterwards tell them I just fed them somebody, just to see the looks on their faces and hopefully causing them to involuntarily throw up whatever is left of them. After that I'll leave the poor guy alone, to do anything more would start to get excessive.
Is that cartoonishly evil enough for everybody?
Is that cartoonishly evil enough for everybody?
If I was an evil overlord and had somehow acquired an archenemy and was inclined to murder them, I wouldn't bother with the diabolical torture/death traps, they'd get two bullets to the head, bound securely in rope (just in case they're somehow still alive) and then cremated just to be sure (I'd be a practical sort of overlord).
However, seeing as i'm not the murderous type (or an evil overlord), i'd sit them down and at least try and talk some sense into them (and not the Sith lord type of sense i.e. "join me or die").
However, seeing as i'm not the murderous type (or an evil overlord), i'd sit them down and at least try and talk some sense into them (and not the Sith lord type of sense i.e. "join me or die").
The first thing they'll lose will be the feet below the ankles, then their hand's at the wrists. Next, their nose. Then their tongue I suppose. The next thing they will lose will be their left eye followed by their right. Their ears? No, their ears they keep and I'll tell you why: so that every shriek of every child at seeing their hideousness will be their's to cherish. Every baby that weeps at their approach, every woman who cries out "dear god what is that thing" will echo in their perfect ears. That, my friends, is what will happen to my worst enemy...
Assuming they don't just surrender, that is.
[sub]"Drop. Your. Sword."[/sub]
Assuming they don't just surrender, that is.
[sub]"Drop. Your. Sword."[/sub]
The way I see it, if you've seen someone screaming in absolute agony for 7 minutes, you've pretty much seen them scream forever. Plus, I'd prefer to end it on a high note, hence the flamethrower.Ix Rebound said:
I don't really have a "worst enemy" but they'd have to do something pretty damn bad to noticeably top my existing enemies.
Maybe I'm boring but really there's no substitute for a pure bare handed pummel-until-dead revenge. Any kind of elaborate torture seems weird and fetishy to me and I'm going to go out on a limb and say I'm not sexually attracted to my worst enemy. Even if it wasn't, no matter how bad they are I'd assume the adrenaline would wear off after cutting off the third or fourth set of finger digits.
I think the best way to go about it is to take all existing anger towards the individual and just punch and scream insults until it's gone (or until they resemble human mashed potatoes, whichever comes first.)
Maybe I'm boring but really there's no substitute for a pure bare handed pummel-until-dead revenge. Any kind of elaborate torture seems weird and fetishy to me and I'm going to go out on a limb and say I'm not sexually attracted to my worst enemy. Even if it wasn't, no matter how bad they are I'd assume the adrenaline would wear off after cutting off the third or fourth set of finger digits.
I think the best way to go about it is to take all existing anger towards the individual and just punch and scream insults until it's gone (or until they resemble human mashed potatoes, whichever comes first.)
I'd turn them into the proper authorities. I don't really do the whole eye for an eye and torturing people, even hypothetically. Even on my most hated enemies, that is not my way. I actually find some of this thread and ideas people already have somewhat disturbing. Of course, it wouldn't be the first time people on this forum disturbed me.
I'd submit them to a partial sex-change. If they are female, they get a penis and testicles with an androgynous figure, if they're a man they get breasts and a generally feminine figure.
then I'd release them, and let them suffer the gender confusion and struggle with the life that many transsexuals have to go through every day.
then I'd release them, and let them suffer the gender confusion and struggle with the life that many transsexuals have to go through every day.
I would sellotape them to a chair, put heaphones on them, and repeatedly play Tay Allyn's "Mass Text" until their nose starts bleeding.
I may have a few issues that I should see a psychologist about, but I never forget, nor forgive that guy.
EDIT: For those of you foolish enough, or who are just plain sick, here is the song of the devil itself.
I may have a few issues that I should see a psychologist about, but I never forget, nor forgive that guy.
EDIT: For those of you foolish enough, or who are just plain sick, here is the song of the devil itself.
I'd have them in a dark room, handcuffed to a desk. Then I'd walk into the room, make small talk, make sure they knew that I had won, and that they live by my good grace. And then, even worse than death, forgiveness. Then I'd have a sack put over their head so that they couldn't see anything, and have them dropped off in the middle of somewhere or other. Completely free. Completely mind-fuddled.
Pour gasoline down their throat, and throw in a lit match... Is what I would be saying if I were a complete psychopath who spent his days devising disgusting and intricate ways to hurt, maim, and torture people... Which I'm totally not. Trust me, I'm with Bank of America, the not worst company in America.
If I were some kind of supervillain and I had my enemy right in my grasp, I would do the most horrendous thing possible...
Shoot him the second I'm able to. Make sure immediately that he is dead and cannot come back.
Then assume his identity and destroy everything he has ever loved, leaving him a legacy of betrayal, lost hope, and destruction.
Some believe that you can become immortal by becoming a legend. This will happen to him.
But he'll be the villain of his own legend.
I will turn him into the anti-thesis of all he stood for, and laugh as the world turns upon him, ripe for me to take like a ripe fruit now that they willingly abandon their last true hope. Then I will step in, help repair the damage 'he' wreaked, and plant the seeds of trust in the general populace to help me smoothly and peacefully take everything over. Because they'll allow it.
What's a worse fate, than turning someone into the catalyst of your own goals?
Shoot him the second I'm able to. Make sure immediately that he is dead and cannot come back.
Then assume his identity and destroy everything he has ever loved, leaving him a legacy of betrayal, lost hope, and destruction.
Some believe that you can become immortal by becoming a legend. This will happen to him.
But he'll be the villain of his own legend.
I will turn him into the anti-thesis of all he stood for, and laugh as the world turns upon him, ripe for me to take like a ripe fruit now that they willingly abandon their last true hope. Then I will step in, help repair the damage 'he' wreaked, and plant the seeds of trust in the general populace to help me smoothly and peacefully take everything over. Because they'll allow it.
What's a worse fate, than turning someone into the catalyst of your own goals?
In real life or some sort of over-the-top fictional scenario that torture porn enthusiasts would sweat profusely over? Honestly, I've lived a fairly comfortable life so far and the worst thing I've had to deal with as far as my "worst enemy" goes is just some series of extremely petty incidents that aren't even worth getting into.
As for the fictional scenario, well I'd say it'd be a toss up between some sort of chemical dependency torture, marooning in outer space, or a Johnny Got His Gun protagonist-treatment.
The first would involve isolating my enemy in an empty, padded room with proper restraints so they couldn't hurt themselves. They'd also be given nutrition and fluids intravenously as an added precaution. From there I'd subject them to varying levels of addictive chemicals for a time before cutting them off completely, letting them slip into prolonged periods of withdrawal before repeating the process again.
The second is as straight forward as it looks: Go far out into outer space away from any possibility of outside aid, put them in a space suit with an hour's worth of oxygen, and then cut their life line while they're slowly drifting away from the shuttle. It's a fairly unique mixture of powerlessness and prolonged inevitability, salvation close at hand but just out of reach. Imagine: You can see your oxygen gauge running low and start to feel the effects of asphyxiation while the coldness of space and the hopelessness of your situation begins to envelope you. Although you are given the freedom of movement, you can't interact usefully with your environment and are trapped within your own suit as you slowly drift away from salvation. No one knows you are out here, and no one will care. Your body will continue to drift out to space and will probably never be found again. Knowing this you will be forced to contemplate your entire life and the situation at hand while your life slowly seeps away amidst a cold, uncaring universe that you will have first hand experience of the enormity of, expiring not with a bang, but an inaudible whimper.
As for the third, well, to paraphrase the novel for anyone who hasn't had an American Literature class in high school: The protagonist is a young soldier in World War I that somehow managed to survive being caught in the blast of an exploding artillery shell. He'd lost his arms, legs, and all of his face (including his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, etc), leaving him only the sensation of touch. Despite all that his mind still functioned perfectly, leaving him a prisoner in his own body and unable to even suffocate himself to death thanks to a surgical tracheotomy. Essentially the same as the above torture, but physically handicapped and much more prolonged.
As for the fictional scenario, well I'd say it'd be a toss up between some sort of chemical dependency torture, marooning in outer space, or a Johnny Got His Gun protagonist-treatment.
The first would involve isolating my enemy in an empty, padded room with proper restraints so they couldn't hurt themselves. They'd also be given nutrition and fluids intravenously as an added precaution. From there I'd subject them to varying levels of addictive chemicals for a time before cutting them off completely, letting them slip into prolonged periods of withdrawal before repeating the process again.
The second is as straight forward as it looks: Go far out into outer space away from any possibility of outside aid, put them in a space suit with an hour's worth of oxygen, and then cut their life line while they're slowly drifting away from the shuttle. It's a fairly unique mixture of powerlessness and prolonged inevitability, salvation close at hand but just out of reach. Imagine: You can see your oxygen gauge running low and start to feel the effects of asphyxiation while the coldness of space and the hopelessness of your situation begins to envelope you. Although you are given the freedom of movement, you can't interact usefully with your environment and are trapped within your own suit as you slowly drift away from salvation. No one knows you are out here, and no one will care. Your body will continue to drift out to space and will probably never be found again. Knowing this you will be forced to contemplate your entire life and the situation at hand while your life slowly seeps away amidst a cold, uncaring universe that you will have first hand experience of the enormity of, expiring not with a bang, but an inaudible whimper.
As for the third, well, to paraphrase the novel for anyone who hasn't had an American Literature class in high school: The protagonist is a young soldier in World War I that somehow managed to survive being caught in the blast of an exploding artillery shell. He'd lost his arms, legs, and all of his face (including his eyes, ears, mouth, nose, etc), leaving him only the sensation of touch. Despite all that his mind still functioned perfectly, leaving him a prisoner in his own body and unable to even suffocate himself to death thanks to a surgical tracheotomy. Essentially the same as the above torture, but physically handicapped and much more prolonged.
depends. is it possible for them to escape?
if yes, then a .308 to the back of the head, cut the throat and into a 2m deep hole and fill it in. short, sweet and sure.
if they won't get away, then i think the "law abiding citizen" solution. where you tie them down, put them on adrenaline and blood packs, and cut them apart, while awake from the extremities in
if yes, then a .308 to the back of the head, cut the throat and into a 2m deep hole and fill it in. short, sweet and sure.
if they won't get away, then i think the "law abiding citizen" solution. where you tie them down, put them on adrenaline and blood packs, and cut them apart, while awake from the extremities in
How about breaking his neck to make it impossible for him to move, blinding him and taking his senses of hearing, smell and taste, by cutting out his tongue, boiling his eyes and sewing them shut and pouring molten lead in his ears.rednose1 said:
This way he'd be doomed to forever live in darkness, unable to register anything except strangers touching him, never knowing who has approached him, without any possibility to react to anything in any significant way.
What would I do with my mortal enemy? Nothing really, live and let live etc.
However, for the sake of this thread lets assume that I had decided to hurt this person and the means to do so:
First off, I'd have to make damn sure that the individual in question won't be able to escape, so their kneecaps and elbows would be done for.
Then I'd have to devise a way to cause them incredible mental and physical anguish.
I think total sensory deprivation should work wonders here. Build a room that is completely soundproof and strap them to a chair inside, no lights inside, no sound and, if possible, no strong smell.
As for physical anguish: I'd do this by putting them on a strict drip-feeding diet and mixing just the right amount of capsaicin in with their IV. They can't live without being fed and they know that, but at the same time, being fed causes them incredible pain.
Maybe also add a bit of heroin, just so I can get them addicted and cut them off later on.
As for the whole "death" part:
Life expectancy for individuals being drip-fed exclusively is 5years MAX, usually less, with most dying after one year due to liver failure, which I have been told is a spectaculary uncomfortable way to go.
So, for however long it takes, they'd be trapped in a room without any stimuli, their bodies wasting away and constantly being in pain.
Sounds good to me.
EDIT: DAMMIT, Partially ninja'd
I'm not really one for torture. I think it's a waste of time. (Unless they have information I'd need.)
So I'd just kill them. With my own hands, though. Not a gun, maybe a knife or something. Just to know they were dead and done, and by my own hands. I'd want it to be personal. Then I could move on.
So I'd just kill them. With my own hands, though. Not a gun, maybe a knife or something. Just to know they were dead and done, and by my own hands. I'd want it to be personal. Then I could move on.
Allow me to be creative.
Hello enemy, I want to play a game.
Remember how you picked on me, and yet always came off as an angel? Well, now your wish will finally be granted. *lights turn on, revealing elaborate deathtrap*
If you do not find your way to the light in time, you'll earn your wings. And by that, I mean each and every rib will be pulled out, along with whatever happens to be attached to them.
But you're so above it all, it won't be a problem, will it? *they panic* didn't think so.
You have little time, get going.
Note: the device is two springloaded "wings" attached to the chest, when time is up, they will release. Eviserating the hapless sod in its grasp.
Bitter? Moi?
Hello enemy, I want to play a game.
Remember how you picked on me, and yet always came off as an angel? Well, now your wish will finally be granted. *lights turn on, revealing elaborate deathtrap*
If you do not find your way to the light in time, you'll earn your wings. And by that, I mean each and every rib will be pulled out, along with whatever happens to be attached to them.
But you're so above it all, it won't be a problem, will it? *they panic* didn't think so.
You have little time, get going.
Note: the device is two springloaded "wings" attached to the chest, when time is up, they will release. Eviserating the hapless sod in its grasp.
Bitter? Moi?