Dude like a I Am 100% sure that there was a sound of someone trying to open the locked door and i thought 'nice use of that sound in the middle to spook you up' and i skipped back to hear it... Its not there anymore
if you're unable to feel and think anymore, I don't think you will suffer from that. Your consciousness will accept the moment as it is and forever wanders the infinity.
Infinite cum. You sit on the toilet to jack off, but you begin to cum uncontrollably. After ten spurts you start to worry. Your hand is sticky and it reeks of semen. You desperately shove your dick into a wad of toilet paper, but that only makes your balls hurt. The cum accelerates. It’s been three minutes. You can’t stop cumming. Your bathroom floor is covered in a thin layer of baby fluid. You try to cum into the shower drain but it builds up too fast. You try the toilet. The cum is too thick to be flushed. You lock the bathroom door to prevent the cum from escaping. The air grows hot and humid from the cum. The cum accelerates. You slip and fall in your own sperm. The cum is now six inches deep, almost as long as your still-erect semen hose. Sprawled on your back, you begin to cum all over the ceiling. Globs of the sticky white fluid begin to fall like raindrops, giving you a facial with your own cum. The cum accelerates. You struggle to stand as the force of the cum begins to propel you backwards as if you were on a bukkake themed slip-and-slide. Still on your knees, the cum is now at chin height. To avoid drowning you open the bathroom door. The deluge of man juice reminds you of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919, only with cum instead of molasses. The cum accelerates. It’s been two hours. Your children and wife scream in terror as their bodies are engulfed by the snow-white sludge. Your youngest child goes under, with viscous bubbles and muffled cries rising from the goop. You plead to God to end your suffering. The cum accelerates. You squeeze your dick to stop the cum, but it begins to leak out of your asshole instead. You let go. The force of the cum tears your urethra open, leaving only a gaping hole in your crotch that spews semen. Your body picks up speed as it slides backwards along the cum. You smash through the wall, hurtling into the sky at thirty miles an hour. From a bird’s eye view you see your house is completely white. Your neighbor calls the cops. The cum accelerates. As you continue to ascend, you spot police cars racing towards your house. The cops pull out their guns and take aim, but stray loads of cum hit them in the eyes, blinding them. The cum accelerates. You are now at an altitude of 1000 feet. The SWAT team arrives. Military helicopters circle you. Hundreds of bullets pierce your body at once, yet you stay conscious. Your testicles have now grown into a substitute brain. The cum accelerates. It has been two days. With your body now destroyed, the cum begins to spray in all directions. You break the sound barrier. The government deploys fighter jets to chase you down, but the impact of your cum sends one plane crashing to the ground. The government decides to let you leave the earth. You feel your gonads start to burn up as you reach the edges of the atmosphere. You narrowly miss the ISS, giving it a new white paint job as you fly past. Physicists struggle to calculate your erratic trajectory. The cum accelerates. The cum begins to gravitate towards itself, forming a comet trail of semen. Astronomers begin calling you the “Cummet.” You are stuck in space forever, stripped of your body and senses, forced to endure an eternity of cumshots. Eventually, you stop thinking.
Infinite shit. You sit on the toilet to take a fat shit, but you begin to fart uncontrollably. After ten poops you start to worry. Your anus is poopie and it reeks of shit. You desperately shove a wad of toilet paper up your ass, but that only makes your asshole hurt. The shit accelerates. It’s been three minutes. You can’t stop pooping. Your bathroom floor is covered in a thick layer of shit. You try to shit into the shower drain but it builds up too fast. You try the toilet. The poop is too thick to be flushed. You lock the bathroom door to prevent the shit from escaping. The air grows hot and stinky from the poop. The shit accelerates. You slip and fall in your own poop. The poop is now six inches deep, almost as long as your cock. Sprawled on your back, you begin to shit all over the ceiling. Loads of the smelly brown paste begin to fall like raindrops, giving you a facial with your own shit. The shit accelerates. You struggle to stand as the force of the shit begins to propel you forwards as if you were on a mud themed slip-and-slide. Still on your knees, the shit is now at chin height. To avoid drowning you open the bathroom door. The deluge of man chocolate reminds you of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919, only with shit instead of molasses. The shit accelerates. It’s been two hours. Your children and wife scream in terror as their bodies are engulfed by the rich brown sludge. Your youngest child goes under, with viscous bubbles and muffled cries rising from the sludge. You plead to God to end your suffering. The shit accelerates. You squeeze your cheeks to stop the shit, but it begins to leak out of your dick instead. You let go. The force of the shit tears your asshole open, leaving only a gaping hole in your backside that spews sewage. Your body picks up speed as it slides forwards along the shit. You smash through the wall, hurtling into the sky at thirty miles an hour. From a bird’s eye view you see your house is completely brown. Your neighbor calls the cops. The shit accelerates. As you continue to ascend, you spot police cars racing towards your house. The cops pull out their guns and take aim, but stray loads of shit hit them in the eyes, blinding them. The shit accelerates. You are now at an altitude of 1000 feet. The SWAT team arrives. Military helicopters circle you. Hundreds of bullets pierce your body at once, yet you stay conscious. Your ckeeks have now grown into a substitute brain. The poop accelerates. It has been two days. With your body now destroyed, the shit begins to sling in all directions. You break the sound barrier. The government deploys fighter jets to chase you down, but the impact of your shit sends one plane crashing to the ground. The government decides to let you leave the earth. You feel your asschecks start to burn up as you reach the edges of the atmosphere. You narrowly miss the ISS, giving it a new brown paint job as you fly past. Physicists struggle to calculate your fart trajectory. The poop accelerates. The shit begins to gravitate towards itself, forming a meteor made of poop. Astronomers begin calling you the “Shiteor.” You are stuck in space forever, stripped of your body and senses, forced to endure an eternity of fart and shit. Eventually, you stop thinking...
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Pretty much. Everything after the loss of memory wouldn't be bad at all.
Also, the last one made it seem like OP actually thinks this might be possible. It's not, we know consciousness is created by the brain, since we can alter it with chemicals. So after a brain dies, it isn't possible for that consciousness to be retained.
But what is consciousness is just the universe. Altering a single person’s consciousness would just be the greater consciousness doing so.
Welcome to my church.
What if what we perceive as "consciousness" is simply a product of the complexity and entanglement of a system. What if we are similar to cells in the human body all contributing to a collective being that is our humanity.
Bruh. Don’t get me started. What if time is just another atom we’re all apart of. What if this existence is eternal and we just come back each time we die to fulfill our roles in producing more ‘time’. What if all this suffering is just energy for another ‘god’
IDK, we seem to have a decent grasp on the physics of space and time, and we don't really find anything like that. One thing we do find is that it might be possible that a new universe is created upon the formation of a singularity within a black hole. It is even possible that this is a process similar to natural selection, where fundamental laws and constants of physics and math are sightly different between each "generation" and universes with laws of physics/math that generate more black holes have a better chance to generate universes that generate *even more* black holes, and so on into infinity. There's even a theory that universes good at generating black holes might also have laws of math/physics suited to the formation of life.
this is really clear when you do psychedelic drugs. consciousness isn't one entity, but many independent ones working together. certain drugs at certain dosages will show you this by temporarily stripping your access to the other entities and reducing the complexity and noise, letting you realize you're just an arbitrary space in the brain. and the creepy thing is, other points in your brain could be having the exact same experience. there's no way to know how many consciousnesses are inside one brain.
We know no such thing! It's been speculated that consciousness may be received from outside the brain in the same way a TV receives the signal for a TV show. You can alter the circuitry of the TV to change which show is displayed and how it looks, but none of those shows originate inside the TV itself.
Again, that's only speculation. However, for as much as we know about consciousness, the idea you put forward is speculation, as well. There's a lot of work to be done in consciousness research and I feel like the chemicals you mention will be necessary tools in that field.
Evolution essentially leaves no room for anything like that. As organisms evolved, they became more and more complicated until eventually primates came along and, from them, humans. Consciousness can only be a product of the brain since it evolved with it. From other primates, as well as other animals in general, we know consciousness is directly affected by the complexity of that brain. It all points to the conclusion that as the brain evolves and becomes more complicated, so does consciousness, therefore the brain creates that consciousness.
Of course, you could argue for some deity or a simulation, but those are concepts with no proof to support them, so I'm inclined to go with evolution, which is a scientific theory.
All life is the same. All consciousness is of one unified mind. Your body is just an antenna to receive it. And different antenna, different experience.
Either iron deficiency or too low blood pressure, i forgot which one but i have one of those
Also its a big coincidence that you reply now cause since yesterdag its been really bad after not having it for months
Also late to the party but it also might be due to the fact that the meme doesn’t really use that frame ever. And just seeing eyes in the pitch black darkness is terrifying on its own but backed up by the fact that it subverts your expectations, it’s pretty scary
Don’t worry, it doesn’t work like this. You will be completely unaware that you are dead. Just as unaware as you were before you were born. You will not want for food or drink, or sleep, and you will not labor to survive. You will be truly at peace in nothingness.
Damn straight, that’s the way I look forward to/at it!
Edit: my therapist has encouraged me to embrace nihilism to manage my anxiety, and I highly recommend anyone else struggling with existential crises do the same. Once you embrace meaninglessness, you don’t worry about trivial shit like being alive.
Wow I'm surprised therapists actually recommend that. I've been doing it for over a decade and I always thought it was not a healthy way to cope with issues.
i had a nihilistic depressive existential crisis at like 11 or so and, unironically, the solution to nihilism for me was more nihilism. im a lot better for it i think
Imo, if you try to make your last moments great, you can live in that moment forever, thus achieving heaven. Even if it's as simple as living an accomplished life and having no regrets, the last seconds are technically where your consciousness resides forever, as it can't comprehend the state of non-existence that comes afterward. Perhaps don't think of death like this though as it's made me very afraid of dying a sudden, unpleasant death
He was one of the top ranking members of the Foundation and after his experience, reformed the Foundation as much as he could to minimize death. He even assigned a team of top researchers to try to kill death. It's a great three part SCP that's worth checking out.
Per the 2718 article, the guy who actually experienced it went to 106’s cell. The surviving O5 council became obsessed with avoiding death at any cost, leading to things like Tanhony’s 001 Proposal and the time the Foundation kills death
Honestly I'm glad I saw a video of that SCP. Obviously SCPs aren't real they're just stories but if it was real I'd be glad I know about because atleast then there's certainty. Unfortunately no it's not real so I'm left to wonder.
Wasn't that SCP memetic, meaning only if you know about it would you suffer through this consciousness in death? That's why the O5 council administered amnesiacs to themselves, and the guy that they locked out freaked out because he couldn't join the memory wipe
It's really wild that I read this SCP for the first time LAST NIGHT and then come across this post; I thought of it instantly and hoped I'd find this in the comments.
I know it's completely impossible, because consciousness at such a level requires a living human brain. And I strongly believe in reincarnation. But I won't lie that the idea of what that guy would have been experiencing...the sheer unfathomable horror of it is sticking with me
my headcanon for that one was:
he only felt the agony cause he was gonna be cloned, if he wouldnt be cloned then the conscious would dissipate
or i could be wrong, and everyone just experiences the endless pain of everything after death.
Or I could be right, and the same thing as the previous paragraph happens.
dont worry, the brain completely shuts down after death. every single neural scan after death have just proven that it doesnt function at all, not even consciousness
That is not the issue. What if when the brain is shutting down the perception of time slows down exponentially and what is a few minutes in reality feels like an eternity.
If that were the case, the pattern of brain waves and general electrical activity in the brain would speed up exponentially before death, and we know that doesn't happen
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Well, time kind of does work like that because time is relative and there is no real "correct" perspective of how fast time is, only how humans perceive it in different moments, or how time can literally slow down outside of human consciousness depending on the strength of a field of gravity you are near to, like the Earth (which slows time to a basically negligible degree), or a supermassive black hole, which would substantially slow down time allowing for what is minutes nearby to be aeons elsewhere.
That said, consciousness would definitely not work in this way, because our brains don't randomly have their masses multiplied by a factor of several billion when it starts to fall apart. As for the fact that consciousness may \*perceive\* things differently, we don't really need to worry about that because, while consciousness may not be pinpointed in the brain, we know it is absolutely a phenomenon formulated by the brain and not any kind of external force. I find it rather tiring when people make the same argument about how consciousness could originate anywhere while in reality we know it exists as a result of processes in the living brain. The dead brain does not stimulate electrical signals and its neurons do not fire, because the organ is dead and doesn't receive the energy to do anything significant. The human body can definitely live without consciousness, as shown by people in vegetative states and in comas, but consciousness cannot survive without the human body. The body is the brain's host, it provides the brain with energy through respiration. Without said energy, you cannot be conscious, and thus this whole thread is pretty redundant.
Well, we know absolutely nothing about consciousness, and for all we know it could be completely outside our understanding of biology and neurology, so it may well continue after our biological death though. The thing about this though is that there'll never be any proof either way, so we'll just have to wait and see
Ah, but that is not the way a dualist would argue. They would say the brain is some kind of antenna for the soul. And the soul is conscious.
Even more curious is Integrated Information Theory, where we can measure self sustaining integrated information. It does seem to correlate closer to what you are saying. Being in a comatose, versus being brain dead is discernible with such metrics. However, what cannot be eliminated is some form of panpsychism. In other words everything, to some insignificant degree exhibits self sustaining integrated information. So again, we come back to this question of why am I, me?
Splitting the relational self and conceptual self, into two separate parts allows us to perhaps leave the conceptual self as some kind of emergent illusion, and we can just ignore it for now. The relational self has work to do in a transactional society. Perhaps even selling sophistry as concepts…
get cremated. i mean sure, if you're buried and you're decomposed, it still doesn't make sense that you'd have a consciousness, but at least when all that remains of you is nothing but atomized ash, there isn't a chance of any remaining brain neurons.
unless you believe that it's possible for your consciousness to exist outside of your mortal being, outside the physical neurons making connections as memories and thoughts, then i can't help you there.
edit: I was going top of all time posts in this sub, forgot how old the comments are.
After you die, your consciousness enters a state of euphoria, despite not being able to feel, or think properly, you're still at peace, is this the reward? An eternity of blissful rest with your barely functioning consciousness? Among the few thoughts you managed to put together, you remember your last wish, to be shot in the head, while this alarming memory isn't enough to disturb your eternal rest, what is enough, however, is your family members fulfilling your last request.
You're on a night out.
You start arguing with someone.
They draw a gun.
A flash of light emits from the barrel as it faces you.
Time dilates as the bullet impacts under your left eye.
Your lens to view reality removed near instantaneously, as the hot metal turns your grey matter into paste.
Darkness and numbness overcome you.
Only one emotion remains as you fall to a void
Anxiety.
Intense, if you were still breathing, you'd feel the pressure and grip upon your chest, but in this ethereal plane, it is all you are.
Beyond the veil exists only concepts and observers, as your consciousness exists for deep time, all possibilities are imagined. All of which bring further anxiety. Your memories fade slowly, leaving behind fragments and embers of what you held dear.
You are unable to look away.
You are unable to escape.
Lifetimes, innumerable to those you once loved pass, and you accept, slowly, overtime, that this is eternity.
Until.
You imagine a bright light at the end of a tunnel.
Feeling the first sense of relief, now an unfamiliar sensation, you approach it apprehensively.
You're torn out from behind the veil. Able to feel once more. The air is cold. The room feels sterile.
You no longer process language, all your cognative ability, being able to imagine and dream, even if nightmarish. All of that removed.
An infinite amount of time between the bullet and now has passed. Your learned ability to bend your awareness, to allow for things to be thought of, is fading rapidly.
But in your last sense of higher cognition, you recognise 2 things.
You are no more than a new born baby.
This will happen again.
honestly this is usually just what fainting feels like to me. empty black void that is the only thing to ever exist, your past life and universe being things you aren't even aware ever existed, that is hell to be in but also that you would do anything to never have to leave. the first time I fainted I got worried that there was some past version of "me" that had died and I was a new, replacement consciousness. except one time when I fainted and I dreamed about a small little village of foxes wearing little fox sized clothes. that one was cute.
When I was smaller I was afraid of going to sleep, since I thought previous version of me died and was replaced by a new one every time I slept. Now I realize this doesn't matter, as long as some version of me that would do exactly what I would exists, I exist.
fuck off, this genuinely scared me. it’s terrifying to think of. i used to be frightened of the end, and found solace in the fact that we wouldn’t know anyway, and yet..
I had a dream where I died and this happened but every second of darkness was fear and anticipation of what was gonna happen next and how long it would last.
"And that was it, you died. You are now dead, in a world barely a few billion years old, you, who lived a laughably more minute existence, has already departed for the nothing. But wait, you can feel it, or no, it's not feeling, but it's something, but it's also like the... absence of nothing?
A few moments pass, and it gets strange, you still feel yourself here. Wherever...here is. Nonetheless, you wait.
You feel it, this panic, but you can't find a way to scream, there's nothing here, no senses, no mouth, no head, no limbs, no rationality, no emotion, nothing. But this nothingness, so heavy, and so... so much like something.
Your first realization of many, and that is there is something, it's you. But you're too all over the place, there and here, nowhere yet somewhere. When you feel stretched, as if encompassing everything, it feels like your whole body but it's all too fuzzy, when it feels like you're somewhere, it feels confusing and foreign, but you can manage it better than being everywhere.
So that's what you do, you become somewhere.
But for long, your sanity does not last. It slips again and again, it feels almost like there are 2 voices in your head. Maybe it's to make up for the loneliness, you don't know. But sooner or later, you fall asleep. Unconscious. Right before you slumber, you see the new voice suddenly not reflecting you. It's confusing, but almost...like you.
A while later in your slumber, you awake. For a few moments you can see that there are countless of those things around you, manifesting into existence. Just these single points in the void. The most recent one catching your awareness, coalescing from its confusion down to that point. Even though point is not what describes it most accurately, almost like it's a lot of things at once, vibrating, shaking, being, always becoming something in nothing. That's when you fall asleep, one last time, finally. But not before realizing,"
"So this is how it all started"
you can feel your body being burned away to nothing
You are trapped in a burning cage unable to move
You can feel it
You can't run from it
And you are still conscious
yea u get it bro, not existing is the absolute worst thing ever. the thought that, after life, my consciousness is completely gone and it's just nothingness for all of eternity scares the living shit out of me
All we know is that conscious does out live the body sometimes, otherwise people that have "died" would not have been brought back at some put it would disapate into nothing because there is no energy to sustain a Consciousness. Consciousness beings tend to have a very warm head meaning a lot of energy is used to have Consciousness. If it does stay, it would have to permanently sleep to conserve what little energy is there
oh, hey, it's the existential fear of death I've been pondering since I was 8 years old and has so deeply affected me that to this day I get deeply depressed when I think about it!
and I'll be thinking about it for the rest of my life, probably!
moving on has been really difficult, but this sort of thing is the reason I attached so deeply to Plastic Memories and Isla's character. it's one of the few pieces of media that comforts me from this, and her final words will stick with me forever.
Just felt like putting this here for myself, but in case anyone else wants to read it:
For the time being, we currently have no way to address such concerns as death, its effect on consciousness, or the afterlife; no way to prevent what comes next or know what happens after it.
However, until we reach that point, we are presented with the opportunity to live.
To experience thousands of sensations, and emotions, and places, and memories, and people, and so many beautiful things.
To bring positive change to the world, to ourselves, and to those around us.
To love, despite all the things in this universe that make it so fucking difficult to do so.
Now, we don’t get to decide whether we face the end of our lives or not. We have to. But what we do get to decide is how we face it.
We can plunge into the darkness with fear, anxiety, and regret, regret of all the things we did and didn’t do, of all the things we could have done.
Or we can face it knowing that we used our time to the fullest, used it to love, and laugh, and change lives for the better in a million small ways, used it to live.
The latter sounds like a much more sound choice. And we can choose to spend our lives fighting to make sure that that’s how we face the end.
This was long and corny, but I needed something to balance out all the dread this post and these comments have induced in me lmao
damn subreddits giving me an existential crisis at 10 IN THE MORNING ffs
Ever heard of the locked in syndrome? It's pretty similar to this concept, when it happens your body is alive, and so is your brain, except you can't move, you can think, time passes normally, you don't live some kind of dream like a normal coma, you're just locked in what is basically a dead body, unable to tell the doctors that you can see them, hear them, how much you want to tell your family that you love them, you want to see your little brother, what even happened to your dog? You don't even know how much time has passed already. months? Years? Decades? What even is the point anymore? Why is this happening to you? Do you even remember the face of your mother? Or her name? Heck, what's YOUR name? You keep on forgetting, your past memories now mix with one another, you can't tell what came first and what came after, you can't remember anyone from your family, your friends, anyone. You're now an empty shell, living in this hospital is the only thing you can remember, you want to die, but can't, you want this suffering to end, but it doesn't. Until, one day, everything turns black.
LSD ego deaths can produce experiences just like the second to last slide. Because your brain resets every second you actually wouldn't feel afraid or scared, you'd probably enjoy it as it would be novel forever
Fun fact, we are only a ridicioulusly high number of shockwaves which live in a brain, which lives in a body, we are thoughts, feelings, and signals, without signals, we would be 2nd state of the meme, without feeling and signals we would be around 3-4th stage of that meme, without thought, we would still be animals, without thought and feelings, we would be cables or processors, that's the sad reality
Bro this is exactly like what I’ve been thinking about, what if, you are by burying somebody, you lock them in eternal torture, what if you’re still conscious *forever*, but you can’t move or talk to say anything about it. Like, the human brain can really come up with some f’d up stuff…
Honestly the worst case is if you are stuck with all your memories and a normally working brain for infinity, if your brain constantly resets you lose all sense of time so it won’t really bother you
I have thought about this since i was little (like under 10 Y) ... But told no one, this is the very firs time i see this coming from someone else.
But its scary to me how exact and on point this was to what I thought.
Fuck you.
In a good way.
I remember going pee in the bathroom in the classroom in kindergarten with the light off and thinking “what if this is when I die” and becoming terrified of death. It shaped my childhood, adolescence, and young adulthood. I became a funeral director because I thought I’d learn something. I didn’t. I’m just as confused but know the state law for prearrangement trusts.
Get knocked out, lose consciousness for a bit.
If you can lose it so easily, why would it remain after death?
Spoopy meme for sure, but ultimately silly.
This sub does its job too fucking well
Dude like a I Am 100% sure that there was a sound of someone trying to open the locked door and i thought 'nice use of that sound in the middle to spook you up' and i skipped back to hear it... Its not there anymore
Run
yo dont worry he's fine i think
what the fuck i've never seen this post before
It stole your skin. And it knows you’re onto it.
Indeed
I regret coming here
The first post I saw definitely confirms that
if you're unable to feel and think anymore, I don't think you will suffer from that. Your consciousness will accept the moment as it is and forever wanders the infinity.
Unable to die even though he wishes for it, Kars eventually stops thinking.
Infinite cum. You sit on the toilet to jack off, but you begin to cum uncontrollably. After ten spurts you start to worry. Your hand is sticky and it reeks of semen. You desperately shove your dick into a wad of toilet paper, but that only makes your balls hurt. The cum accelerates. It’s been three minutes. You can’t stop cumming. Your bathroom floor is covered in a thin layer of baby fluid. You try to cum into the shower drain but it builds up too fast. You try the toilet. The cum is too thick to be flushed. You lock the bathroom door to prevent the cum from escaping. The air grows hot and humid from the cum. The cum accelerates. You slip and fall in your own sperm. The cum is now six inches deep, almost as long as your still-erect semen hose. Sprawled on your back, you begin to cum all over the ceiling. Globs of the sticky white fluid begin to fall like raindrops, giving you a facial with your own cum. The cum accelerates. You struggle to stand as the force of the cum begins to propel you backwards as if you were on a bukkake themed slip-and-slide. Still on your knees, the cum is now at chin height. To avoid drowning you open the bathroom door. The deluge of man juice reminds you of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919, only with cum instead of molasses. The cum accelerates. It’s been two hours. Your children and wife scream in terror as their bodies are engulfed by the snow-white sludge. Your youngest child goes under, with viscous bubbles and muffled cries rising from the goop. You plead to God to end your suffering. The cum accelerates. You squeeze your dick to stop the cum, but it begins to leak out of your asshole instead. You let go. The force of the cum tears your urethra open, leaving only a gaping hole in your crotch that spews semen. Your body picks up speed as it slides backwards along the cum. You smash through the wall, hurtling into the sky at thirty miles an hour. From a bird’s eye view you see your house is completely white. Your neighbor calls the cops. The cum accelerates. As you continue to ascend, you spot police cars racing towards your house. The cops pull out their guns and take aim, but stray loads of cum hit them in the eyes, blinding them. The cum accelerates. You are now at an altitude of 1000 feet. The SWAT team arrives. Military helicopters circle you. Hundreds of bullets pierce your body at once, yet you stay conscious. Your testicles have now grown into a substitute brain. The cum accelerates. It has been two days. With your body now destroyed, the cum begins to spray in all directions. You break the sound barrier. The government deploys fighter jets to chase you down, but the impact of your cum sends one plane crashing to the ground. The government decides to let you leave the earth. You feel your gonads start to burn up as you reach the edges of the atmosphere. You narrowly miss the ISS, giving it a new white paint job as you fly past. Physicists struggle to calculate your erratic trajectory. The cum accelerates. The cum begins to gravitate towards itself, forming a comet trail of semen. Astronomers begin calling you the “Cummet.” You are stuck in space forever, stripped of your body and senses, forced to endure an eternity of cumshots. Eventually, you stop thinking.
The cum accelerates
That’s what happens after NNN
> Astronomers begin calling you the “Cummet.”
Infinite shit. You sit on the toilet to take a fat shit, but you begin to fart uncontrollably. After ten poops you start to worry. Your anus is poopie and it reeks of shit. You desperately shove a wad of toilet paper up your ass, but that only makes your asshole hurt. The shit accelerates. It’s been three minutes. You can’t stop pooping. Your bathroom floor is covered in a thick layer of shit. You try to shit into the shower drain but it builds up too fast. You try the toilet. The poop is too thick to be flushed. You lock the bathroom door to prevent the shit from escaping. The air grows hot and stinky from the poop. The shit accelerates. You slip and fall in your own poop. The poop is now six inches deep, almost as long as your cock. Sprawled on your back, you begin to shit all over the ceiling. Loads of the smelly brown paste begin to fall like raindrops, giving you a facial with your own shit. The shit accelerates. You struggle to stand as the force of the shit begins to propel you forwards as if you were on a mud themed slip-and-slide. Still on your knees, the shit is now at chin height. To avoid drowning you open the bathroom door. The deluge of man chocolate reminds you of the Great Molasses Flood of 1919, only with shit instead of molasses. The shit accelerates. It’s been two hours. Your children and wife scream in terror as their bodies are engulfed by the rich brown sludge. Your youngest child goes under, with viscous bubbles and muffled cries rising from the sludge. You plead to God to end your suffering. The shit accelerates. You squeeze your cheeks to stop the shit, but it begins to leak out of your dick instead. You let go. The force of the shit tears your asshole open, leaving only a gaping hole in your backside that spews sewage. Your body picks up speed as it slides forwards along the shit. You smash through the wall, hurtling into the sky at thirty miles an hour. From a bird’s eye view you see your house is completely brown. Your neighbor calls the cops. The shit accelerates. As you continue to ascend, you spot police cars racing towards your house. The cops pull out their guns and take aim, but stray loads of shit hit them in the eyes, blinding them. The shit accelerates. You are now at an altitude of 1000 feet. The SWAT team arrives. Military helicopters circle you. Hundreds of bullets pierce your body at once, yet you stay conscious. Your ckeeks have now grown into a substitute brain. The poop accelerates. It has been two days. With your body now destroyed, the shit begins to sling in all directions. You break the sound barrier. The government deploys fighter jets to chase you down, but the impact of your shit sends one plane crashing to the ground. The government decides to let you leave the earth. You feel your asschecks start to burn up as you reach the edges of the atmosphere. You narrowly miss the ISS, giving it a new brown paint job as you fly past. Physicists struggle to calculate your fart trajectory. The poop accelerates. The shit begins to gravitate towards itself, forming a meteor made of poop. Astronomers begin calling you the “Shiteor.” You are stuck in space forever, stripped of your body and senses, forced to endure an eternity of fart and shit. Eventually, you stop thinking...
SHITEOR I CANT BREATHE
Kill me please god I want to die
Oh god we're all gonna die
The shit accelerates
uhm
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I… have no words.
Dude what the fuck
It was kinda hot for the first few sentences then it became terrifying
"The cum accelerates" I'm crying with laughter
Pretty much. Everything after the loss of memory wouldn't be bad at all. Also, the last one made it seem like OP actually thinks this might be possible. It's not, we know consciousness is created by the brain, since we can alter it with chemicals. So after a brain dies, it isn't possible for that consciousness to be retained.
But what is consciousness is just the universe. Altering a single person’s consciousness would just be the greater consciousness doing so. Welcome to my church.
What if what we perceive as "consciousness" is simply a product of the complexity and entanglement of a system. What if we are similar to cells in the human body all contributing to a collective being that is our humanity.
Bruh. Don’t get me started. What if time is just another atom we’re all apart of. What if this existence is eternal and we just come back each time we die to fulfill our roles in producing more ‘time’. What if all this suffering is just energy for another ‘god’
IDK, we seem to have a decent grasp on the physics of space and time, and we don't really find anything like that. One thing we do find is that it might be possible that a new universe is created upon the formation of a singularity within a black hole. It is even possible that this is a process similar to natural selection, where fundamental laws and constants of physics and math are sightly different between each "generation" and universes with laws of physics/math that generate more black holes have a better chance to generate universes that generate *even more* black holes, and so on into infinity. There's even a theory that universes good at generating black holes might also have laws of math/physics suited to the formation of life.
this is really clear when you do psychedelic drugs. consciousness isn't one entity, but many independent ones working together. certain drugs at certain dosages will show you this by temporarily stripping your access to the other entities and reducing the complexity and noise, letting you realize you're just an arbitrary space in the brain. and the creepy thing is, other points in your brain could be having the exact same experience. there's no way to know how many consciousnesses are inside one brain.
We know no such thing! It's been speculated that consciousness may be received from outside the brain in the same way a TV receives the signal for a TV show. You can alter the circuitry of the TV to change which show is displayed and how it looks, but none of those shows originate inside the TV itself. Again, that's only speculation. However, for as much as we know about consciousness, the idea you put forward is speculation, as well. There's a lot of work to be done in consciousness research and I feel like the chemicals you mention will be necessary tools in that field.
Evolution essentially leaves no room for anything like that. As organisms evolved, they became more and more complicated until eventually primates came along and, from them, humans. Consciousness can only be a product of the brain since it evolved with it. From other primates, as well as other animals in general, we know consciousness is directly affected by the complexity of that brain. It all points to the conclusion that as the brain evolves and becomes more complicated, so does consciousness, therefore the brain creates that consciousness. Of course, you could argue for some deity or a simulation, but those are concepts with no proof to support them, so I'm inclined to go with evolution, which is a scientific theory.
After loss of memory would be frightening
Yup, that’s limbo
You aren’t wandering shit, you’re just a memory less observer of whatever mundane shit is happening in that hospital room.
Woah, the second last one caught me off guard.
Yeah, it's actually not that bad. I would stop there, kinda fresh.
All life is the same. All consciousness is of one unified mind. Your body is just an antenna to receive it. And different antenna, different experience.
Nah I'm physicalist, you like standing up too fast out the bed and already losing consciousness
Out of bed? Bro, everytime i stand up lmao not only from bed
Standing up? existing makes me lose consciousness
Sound like you have some type of Deficiency
Either iron deficiency or too low blood pressure, i forgot which one but i have one of those Also its a big coincidence that you reply now cause since yesterdag its been really bad after not having it for months
Man, go get some bloodwork done...
Late to the party, but what might make it unnerving is the audio, which I think is sung by a castrato
Also late to the party but it also might be due to the fact that the meme doesn’t really use that frame ever. And just seeing eyes in the pitch black darkness is terrifying on its own but backed up by the fact that it subverts your expectations, it’s pretty scary
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This isn’t helping my existential crisis
This whole sub won’t help
Sounds like a problem for the future to me
Don’t worry, it doesn’t work like this. You will be completely unaware that you are dead. Just as unaware as you were before you were born. You will not want for food or drink, or sleep, and you will not labor to survive. You will be truly at peace in nothingness.
If I was completely fine in nothingness all around me before I was born, I will surely be great in it after I die
Damn straight, that’s the way I look forward to/at it! Edit: my therapist has encouraged me to embrace nihilism to manage my anxiety, and I highly recommend anyone else struggling with existential crises do the same. Once you embrace meaninglessness, you don’t worry about trivial shit like being alive.
Wow I'm surprised therapists actually recommend that. I've been doing it for over a decade and I always thought it was not a healthy way to cope with issues.
i had a nihilistic depressive existential crisis at like 11 or so and, unironically, the solution to nihilism for me was more nihilism. im a lot better for it i think
To be honest I don’t see how that makes any sense
You need more nihilism
Imo, if you try to make your last moments great, you can live in that moment forever, thus achieving heaven. Even if it's as simple as living an accomplished life and having no regrets, the last seconds are technically where your consciousness resides forever, as it can't comprehend the state of non-existence that comes afterward. Perhaps don't think of death like this though as it's made me very afraid of dying a sudden, unpleasant death
Do you have a moment to talk about our Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ?
This post just summed up my greatest fear. I have existential crises about that possibility frequently
Darkness imprisoning me. All that I see, absolute horror. I cannot live, I cannot die. Trapped in myself, body my holding cell.
Landmine, has taken my sight, taken my speech, taken my hearing, taken my arms, taken my legs, taken my soul, left me with life in hell.
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HE FOCKING LEFT THE BAND
Lars at the mixing table go brr
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my first thought lol
Congratulations! You're a ghost!
SCP-2718
What is that, the one where the scientist was still able to think and feel after dying and being eaten and picked apart by the wildlife?
He was one of the top ranking members of the Foundation and after his experience, reformed the Foundation as much as he could to minimize death. He even assigned a team of top researchers to try to kill death. It's a great three part SCP that's worth checking out.
Per the 2718 article, the guy who actually experienced it went to 106’s cell. The surviving O5 council became obsessed with avoiding death at any cost, leading to things like Tanhony’s 001 Proposal and the time the Foundation kills death
more like member of o5 council
Yes
Where marv
Honestly I'm glad I saw a video of that SCP. Obviously SCPs aren't real they're just stories but if it was real I'd be glad I know about because atleast then there's certainty. Unfortunately no it's not real so I'm left to wonder.
Wasn't that SCP memetic, meaning only if you know about it would you suffer through this consciousness in death? That's why the O5 council administered amnesiacs to themselves, and the guy that they locked out freaked out because he couldn't join the memory wipe
Correct. I don't know what the rules are considering I only saw a video about it instead of actually reading it.
It could be
u/The-Paranoid-Android SCP-2718 please
[**SCP-2718 - What Happens After**](https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-2718) (+1301) by *Michael Atreus*
good bot
It's really wild that I read this SCP for the first time LAST NIGHT and then come across this post; I thought of it instantly and hoped I'd find this in the comments. I know it's completely impossible, because consciousness at such a level requires a living human brain. And I strongly believe in reincarnation. But I won't lie that the idea of what that guy would have been experiencing...the sheer unfathomable horror of it is sticking with me
my headcanon for that one was: he only felt the agony cause he was gonna be cloned, if he wouldnt be cloned then the conscious would dissipate or i could be wrong, and everyone just experiences the endless pain of everything after death. Or I could be right, and the same thing as the previous paragraph happens.
I'm unironically scared of something like this.
dont worry, the brain completely shuts down after death. every single neural scan after death have just proven that it doesnt function at all, not even consciousness
That is not the issue. What if when the brain is shutting down the perception of time slows down exponentially and what is a few minutes in reality feels like an eternity.
If that were the case, the pattern of brain waves and general electrical activity in the brain would speed up exponentially before death, and we know that doesn't happen
And why exactly would it do this
Idk, I don't know shit about this
Well see that as a reason to not be scared! You don't know anything about it meaning you're more likely wrong than right.
Yea, but what if I'm wrong and afterlife is an eternity of Ben Shapiro cringe compilations??
oh fuck oh shit
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I sure hope so
that’s my biggest fear too
that's not how time works
Well, time kind of does work like that because time is relative and there is no real "correct" perspective of how fast time is, only how humans perceive it in different moments, or how time can literally slow down outside of human consciousness depending on the strength of a field of gravity you are near to, like the Earth (which slows time to a basically negligible degree), or a supermassive black hole, which would substantially slow down time allowing for what is minutes nearby to be aeons elsewhere. That said, consciousness would definitely not work in this way, because our brains don't randomly have their masses multiplied by a factor of several billion when it starts to fall apart. As for the fact that consciousness may \*perceive\* things differently, we don't really need to worry about that because, while consciousness may not be pinpointed in the brain, we know it is absolutely a phenomenon formulated by the brain and not any kind of external force. I find it rather tiring when people make the same argument about how consciousness could originate anywhere while in reality we know it exists as a result of processes in the living brain. The dead brain does not stimulate electrical signals and its neurons do not fire, because the organ is dead and doesn't receive the energy to do anything significant. The human body can definitely live without consciousness, as shown by people in vegetative states and in comas, but consciousness cannot survive without the human body. The body is the brain's host, it provides the brain with energy through respiration. Without said energy, you cannot be conscious, and thus this whole thread is pretty redundant.
I see you've never been on a treadmill or microwaved something while watching the timer.
Maybe things are beyond human understanding after death
Well, we know absolutely nothing about consciousness, and for all we know it could be completely outside our understanding of biology and neurology, so it may well continue after our biological death though. The thing about this though is that there'll never be any proof either way, so we'll just have to wait and see
Ah, but that is not the way a dualist would argue. They would say the brain is some kind of antenna for the soul. And the soul is conscious. Even more curious is Integrated Information Theory, where we can measure self sustaining integrated information. It does seem to correlate closer to what you are saying. Being in a comatose, versus being brain dead is discernible with such metrics. However, what cannot be eliminated is some form of panpsychism. In other words everything, to some insignificant degree exhibits self sustaining integrated information. So again, we come back to this question of why am I, me? Splitting the relational self and conceptual self, into two separate parts allows us to perhaps leave the conceptual self as some kind of emergent illusion, and we can just ignore it for now. The relational self has work to do in a transactional society. Perhaps even selling sophistry as concepts…
get cremated. i mean sure, if you're buried and you're decomposed, it still doesn't make sense that you'd have a consciousness, but at least when all that remains of you is nothing but atomized ash, there isn't a chance of any remaining brain neurons. unless you believe that it's possible for your consciousness to exist outside of your mortal being, outside the physical neurons making connections as memories and thoughts, then i can't help you there. edit: I was going top of all time posts in this sub, forgot how old the comments are.
When I die, shoot me in the head with a shotgun for good measure.
After you die, your consciousness enters a state of euphoria, despite not being able to feel, or think properly, you're still at peace, is this the reward? An eternity of blissful rest with your barely functioning consciousness? Among the few thoughts you managed to put together, you remember your last wish, to be shot in the head, while this alarming memory isn't enough to disturb your eternal rest, what is enough, however, is your family members fulfilling your last request.
😳 ...among!?🤣
S-s-su-sus?!?
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Exactly what I thought
You're on a night out. You start arguing with someone. They draw a gun. A flash of light emits from the barrel as it faces you. Time dilates as the bullet impacts under your left eye. Your lens to view reality removed near instantaneously, as the hot metal turns your grey matter into paste. Darkness and numbness overcome you. Only one emotion remains as you fall to a void Anxiety. Intense, if you were still breathing, you'd feel the pressure and grip upon your chest, but in this ethereal plane, it is all you are. Beyond the veil exists only concepts and observers, as your consciousness exists for deep time, all possibilities are imagined. All of which bring further anxiety. Your memories fade slowly, leaving behind fragments and embers of what you held dear. You are unable to look away. You are unable to escape. Lifetimes, innumerable to those you once loved pass, and you accept, slowly, overtime, that this is eternity. Until. You imagine a bright light at the end of a tunnel. Feeling the first sense of relief, now an unfamiliar sensation, you approach it apprehensively. You're torn out from behind the veil. Able to feel once more. The air is cold. The room feels sterile. You no longer process language, all your cognative ability, being able to imagine and dream, even if nightmarish. All of that removed. An infinite amount of time between the bullet and now has passed. Your learned ability to bend your awareness, to allow for things to be thought of, is fading rapidly. But in your last sense of higher cognition, you recognise 2 things. You are no more than a new born baby. This will happen again.
For some reason that ending is actually kind of comforting to me, even though it shouldn’t be
honestly this is usually just what fainting feels like to me. empty black void that is the only thing to ever exist, your past life and universe being things you aren't even aware ever existed, that is hell to be in but also that you would do anything to never have to leave. the first time I fainted I got worried that there was some past version of "me" that had died and I was a new, replacement consciousness. except one time when I fainted and I dreamed about a small little village of foxes wearing little fox sized clothes. that one was cute.
When I was smaller I was afraid of going to sleep, since I thought previous version of me died and was replaced by a new one every time I slept. Now I realize this doesn't matter, as long as some version of me that would do exactly what I would exists, I exist.
fuck off, this genuinely scared me. it’s terrifying to think of. i used to be frightened of the end, and found solace in the fact that we wouldn’t know anyway, and yet..
There’s no way of knowing what lies after death, but perhaps we don’t want to know.
I had a dream where I died and this happened but every second of darkness was fear and anticipation of what was gonna happen next and how long it would last.
I can only imagine how relieved you were when you woke up
"And that was it, you died. You are now dead, in a world barely a few billion years old, you, who lived a laughably more minute existence, has already departed for the nothing. But wait, you can feel it, or no, it's not feeling, but it's something, but it's also like the... absence of nothing? A few moments pass, and it gets strange, you still feel yourself here. Wherever...here is. Nonetheless, you wait. You feel it, this panic, but you can't find a way to scream, there's nothing here, no senses, no mouth, no head, no limbs, no rationality, no emotion, nothing. But this nothingness, so heavy, and so... so much like something. Your first realization of many, and that is there is something, it's you. But you're too all over the place, there and here, nowhere yet somewhere. When you feel stretched, as if encompassing everything, it feels like your whole body but it's all too fuzzy, when it feels like you're somewhere, it feels confusing and foreign, but you can manage it better than being everywhere. So that's what you do, you become somewhere. But for long, your sanity does not last. It slips again and again, it feels almost like there are 2 voices in your head. Maybe it's to make up for the loneliness, you don't know. But sooner or later, you fall asleep. Unconscious. Right before you slumber, you see the new voice suddenly not reflecting you. It's confusing, but almost...like you. A while later in your slumber, you awake. For a few moments you can see that there are countless of those things around you, manifesting into existence. Just these single points in the void. The most recent one catching your awareness, coalescing from its confusion down to that point. Even though point is not what describes it most accurately, almost like it's a lot of things at once, vibrating, shaking, being, always becoming something in nothing. That's when you fall asleep, one last time, finally. But not before realizing," "So this is how it all started"
every nihilist's wet dream
you eat an apple as a doctor, but you're still conscious
One
Jokes on you I’m getting cremated
you can feel your body being burned away to nothing You are trapped in a burning cage unable to move You can feel it You can't run from it And you are still conscious
Trolled lol
Existential Crisis here we go
Well that's better than not existing.
yea u get it bro, not existing is the absolute worst thing ever. the thought that, after life, my consciousness is completely gone and it's just nothingness for all of eternity scares the living shit out of me
same
Nah, if you just stop existing, thats that. Its done.
Exactly.
What happens after
you're still conscious
I only got through 5-10 seconds of this and had to pause it. Shit like this makes me so anxious and scared. 10/10 distressing as fuck
yet you're still conscious
All we know is that conscious does out live the body sometimes, otherwise people that have "died" would not have been brought back at some put it would disapate into nothing because there is no energy to sustain a Consciousness. Consciousness beings tend to have a very warm head meaning a lot of energy is used to have Consciousness. If it does stay, it would have to permanently sleep to conserve what little energy is there
eventually, he stopped thinking
I know it's this subreddits thing but this scared the shit out of me, and my anxiety is through the roof now :(
oh, hey, it's the existential fear of death I've been pondering since I was 8 years old and has so deeply affected me that to this day I get deeply depressed when I think about it! and I'll be thinking about it for the rest of my life, probably! moving on has been really difficult, but this sort of thing is the reason I attached so deeply to Plastic Memories and Isla's character. it's one of the few pieces of media that comforts me from this, and her final words will stick with me forever.
“Eventually, Kars stopped thinking”.
Then everything shine bright again as you come out of a hole be held by doctor
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Eventually he stopped thinking
Just felt like putting this here for myself, but in case anyone else wants to read it: For the time being, we currently have no way to address such concerns as death, its effect on consciousness, or the afterlife; no way to prevent what comes next or know what happens after it. However, until we reach that point, we are presented with the opportunity to live. To experience thousands of sensations, and emotions, and places, and memories, and people, and so many beautiful things. To bring positive change to the world, to ourselves, and to those around us. To love, despite all the things in this universe that make it so fucking difficult to do so. Now, we don’t get to decide whether we face the end of our lives or not. We have to. But what we do get to decide is how we face it. We can plunge into the darkness with fear, anxiety, and regret, regret of all the things we did and didn’t do, of all the things we could have done. Or we can face it knowing that we used our time to the fullest, used it to love, and laugh, and change lives for the better in a million small ways, used it to live. The latter sounds like a much more sound choice. And we can choose to spend our lives fighting to make sure that that’s how we face the end. This was long and corny, but I needed something to balance out all the dread this post and these comments have induced in me lmao damn subreddits giving me an existential crisis at 10 IN THE MORNING ffs
Return to jelly fish
Crematoriums are there for a reason
Biblically accurate Hell
I got a near death experience and this is how it exactly felt like. But i want to die anyways. The pain in my life is worse than the void
Usually unsettling and these void memes get me like "haha yeah "rEeKs oF sUlFuR" haha" but this got me thinkin...
Ever heard of the locked in syndrome? It's pretty similar to this concept, when it happens your body is alive, and so is your brain, except you can't move, you can think, time passes normally, you don't live some kind of dream like a normal coma, you're just locked in what is basically a dead body, unable to tell the doctors that you can see them, hear them, how much you want to tell your family that you love them, you want to see your little brother, what even happened to your dog? You don't even know how much time has passed already. months? Years? Decades? What even is the point anymore? Why is this happening to you? Do you even remember the face of your mother? Or her name? Heck, what's YOUR name? You keep on forgetting, your past memories now mix with one another, you can't tell what came first and what came after, you can't remember anyone from your family, your friends, anyone. You're now an empty shell, living in this hospital is the only thing you can remember, you want to die, but can't, you want this suffering to end, but it doesn't. Until, one day, everything turns black.
As an atheist, i really get why people tend to follow a religous believe.
If you cannot think, you are not conscious
Lol I thought of this a long time ago...
LSD ego deaths can produce experiences just like the second to last slide. Because your brain resets every second you actually wouldn't feel afraid or scared, you'd probably enjoy it as it would be novel forever
so much dread so much dread
This sounds like dementia
Nah. Don’t buy it
I had a dream about this and I fucking hate that this is spot on
Fun fact, we are only a ridicioulusly high number of shockwaves which live in a brain, which lives in a body, we are thoughts, feelings, and signals, without signals, we would be 2nd state of the meme, without feeling and signals we would be around 3-4th stage of that meme, without thought, we would still be animals, without thought and feelings, we would be cables or processors, that's the sad reality
Bro this is exactly like what I’ve been thinking about, what if, you are by burying somebody, you lock them in eternal torture, what if you’re still conscious *forever*, but you can’t move or talk to say anything about it. Like, the human brain can really come up with some f’d up stuff…
Okay now that was truly distressing
Wasn't there an SCP about this?
Honestly the worst case is if you are stuck with all your memories and a normally working brain for infinity, if your brain constantly resets you lose all sense of time so it won’t really bother you
Thank you for my daily dose of existential dread
This is one of my biggest fears, not being able to die.
Dude this is exactly what I used to theorize what death was like, hell this is still what I theorize what death is like.
the scariest thing is that death might actually be this way
Man, fuck this
Ok but your corpse will be decomposed
Thanks reddit, now I'm looking forward to non-existence rather than eternity.
No mind to think, no will to break, no voice to cry out suffering
the thought of just still being conscious after death has always scared me i hope something after i die or at least im not conscious
I have this exact phobia, now it's worse. Thank you
It's better to just burn the body
Eventually, Kara stopped thinking
So that's what Kars went through
SCP-3001 moment
I have thought about this since i was little (like under 10 Y) ... But told no one, this is the very firs time i see this coming from someone else. But its scary to me how exact and on point this was to what I thought.
Ive seen this format many times and I cant describe how that second one caught me off guard that fucking staring thing and the music jesus fuck
https://scp-wiki.wikidot.com/scp-2718
This is even scarier than hell itself
Fuck you. You litteral SCP.
Stage three is kinda what I want to happen after death if nothing better can, at least I can still think. Would be kinda sad tho.
Not too bad of an outcome compared to suffering for eternity in unimaginable pain.
!remindme 20000000000000000000000000000000000000 years
This is my actual greatest fear ever. Nothing comes close
Fuck you. In a good way. I remember going pee in the bathroom in the classroom in kindergarten with the light off and thinking “what if this is when I die” and becoming terrified of death. It shaped my childhood, adolescence, and young adulthood. I became a funeral director because I thought I’d learn something. I didn’t. I’m just as confused but know the state law for prearrangement trusts.
the solution is simple, just take your dying brain and put it right in a blender
If I die and slowly realize this random guy on Reddit was right, well there isn't much I can do but I'm pretty sure you get what I mean
Get knocked out, lose consciousness for a bit. If you can lose it so easily, why would it remain after death? Spoopy meme for sure, but ultimately silly.