A basement full of smelly fratboys drinking booze and shouting stupid things at the TV.
And the only font that exists is Comic Sans.
no one will notice that I changed thisNon Nightmare Fuel - A world without wi-fi.
An eternity of watching The Melancholy Of Haruhi Suzumiya.
edited 4th Oct '10 8:35:00 AM by GabrielGloom
^Why would that be hell?
Burning alive.
You got some dirt on you. Here's some more!Because it is the worst show thing ever.
edited 4th Oct '10 8:40:03 AM by GabrielGloom
oh ummm. Well I was originally going to post that my vision of hell was where you simply walk around in this shadowlad and deal with your regrets, like the jewish hell but now that you said it...being trapped in a coffin and being able to see whats going on.
Theres sex and death and human grime in monochrome for one thin dime and at least the trains all run on time but they dont go anywhere.Fox News on loop, with The Daily Mail as the only reading material. I'd get so raegy that blood will shoot out my ears, Fox News people will assume I'm pocessed by demons and The Daily Mail would run a campaign to get me set to another circle of Hell.
"Every day, once a day, give yourself a present. Don't plan it. Don't wait for it. Just let it happen."All of my games are confiscated. There is only one game I am allowed to play. It's a fighting game. All the characters are lolis; no males or adult-age women in sight. The music is nothing but either punk rock, alternative rock, or the same few rap songs I hear at every school dance and nightclub. Everyone else is able to learn the controls and combos in 5 seconds. I'm absolutely unable to learn them. So all I can do is lose matches for eternity.
Did I mention the lolis are all dressed very sexually and every other player, who is at least 25 years old, won't stop going on about how they'd do...things...to them?
edited 4th Oct '10 1:56:35 PM by TsundeRay
http://twitter.com/raydere | http://raydere.tumblr.comAn unwieldy libertarian, corporatist city-state run by Margaret Thatcher and Rupert Murdoch.
...And being forced to give head to Margaret Thatcher.
edited 4th Oct '10 1:21:39 PM by SeanMurrayI
Somewhere where the only musicians around are people trying hard to be weird (and failing) and indie rock acts with whiny singers. (Everything Everything is excluded from 'indie rock acts with whiny singers' because they can actually write a tune.)
Complaining about the music would result in being forced to listen to it. Constantly.
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edited 4th Oct '10 1:56:28 PM by FashionistState
Out of sight... out of mind... out of hope, and out of time...My Hell is Heaven. Placed in the presence of a being beyond my comprehension, alongside countless others who worship Him day and night, struggling against His radiance and power until at last my mind dies and I become as much a broken shell as the other worshippers . . .
That's Feo . . . He's a disgusting, mysoginistic, paedophilic asshat who moonlights as a shitty writer—Something AwfulMy Hell is a nazi police state. The streets are run by anti-intellectual thugs with ghetto blasters, the government consists of callous psychopaths. There are no jobs worth taking. Every day is lived in terror of the thought police or petty street thugs. There is no such thing as freedom or individuality.
edited 4th Oct '10 3:05:42 PM by Shichibukai
Requiem ~ September 2010 - October 2011 [Banned 4 Life]Hell is listening to Americans do play-by-play commentary for soccer games.
Mine? a Sugar Bowl. It would slowly assimilate me... I'd like to keep my burning hatred of a lot of things, thank you.
Ironic, huh?Bakersfield.
Confirmed Bachelors: the dramedy hit of 1883!Having every nerve receptor in my body permanently turned to ON.
The term "Great Man" is disturbingly interchangeable with "mass murderer" in history books.Hell is a country run entirely by clones of Al Franken (after SNL, but before Lies and the Lying Liars...)
I hope you get tiny bits of eggshell in all your omelettes for the rest of your life!Being within forty feet of Almond Ice Cream.
Never be without a Hat! Hot means heat. I don't care if your usage dates to 1300, it's my word, not yours. My Pm box is open.Having to hear about how hawt/smexy/kawaii someone/something is. Forever.
Alternatively, being unable to express myself in any way.
I planned that all along, Fan. -KinkajouBeing chained upside-down to a ceiling while having my eyes eaten out by maggots and having bits of flesh torn away for eternity.
Where were you when I laid the earth’s foundation? Tell me, if you understand. Who marked off its dimensions? Surely you know! ~ GODedited 31st Oct '10 6:54:54 PM by Pentigan
It's clearly a case of backroom political albumizing....now that that's out of the way;
They only have instant decaff. It's always lukewarm. There are no biscuits.
TV Tropes's No. 1 bread themed lesbian. she/her, fae/faerDoing dishes forever and ever with my mother nearby talking nonstop. That is my hell.
Constantly having to poop.
What would you consider your hell? What do you consider the worst place you can think of?
If people learned from their mistakes, there wouldn't be this thing called bad habits.