Your personal hell; A new world

[TheMonotonePuppet]

There is no point in answering this thread if you lack the imagination or motivation to design your personal hell...

But this puppet is curious! So it will stick its hand to the stove once more!

What is your personal hell? Design a living, breathing world based solely on your worst fear. Or, if you want, your worst feeling, your worst experience, your worst sin, etc. Whatever metaphysical thing that is simply the worst to you. (*winks and smiles in eager curiosity* if you can't, no problem.)
Something new; something where the ground itself is built around the concept. Something where the entire culture is built around your fear. What original ways can you make it happen?

Truly, the responses tend to be wheezing grasps for color, so this puppet doubts the objective will be achieved... after all, few are willing to commit to prose or insight of any level for a Scribble Hub forum thread! Why work? *throws up hands and laughs*

 

[georgelee5786]

A world with only Jeep trucks

 

[TheMonotonePuppet]

A world with only Jeep trucks

Looks like I need to bring the Royal Road stickers out for this.

 

[ThrillingHuman]

There is no point in answering this thread if you lack the imagination or motivation to design your personal hell...

But this puppet is curious! So it will stick its hand to the stove once more!

What is your personal hell? Design a living, breathing world based solely on your worst fear. Or, if you want, your worst feeling, your worst experience, your worst sin, etc. Whatever metaphysical thing that is simply the worst to you. (*winks and smiles in eager curiosity* if you can't, no problem.)

Truly, the responses tend to be wheezing grasps for color, so this puppet doubts the objective will be achieved... after all, few are willing to commit to prose or insight of any level for a Scribble Hub forum thread! Why work? *throws up hands and laughs*

just a world where I am forever immovable yet aware in an unchangeable world

 

[TheMonotonePuppet]

just a world where I am forever immovable yet aware in an unchangeable world

I like the concept!
But...
It's not a living, breathing world (in the metaphorical sense. There would obviously be no breathing as far as you could tell. The "living" part could still hold true if you're imaginative enough).

 

[Corty]

A place where every time I think I am done with something, someone comes up to me and makes me help them with something. Even if I say no, another person pops up, asking a question and pestering me with something.

And it never ends.

I think I would make myself respawn after a day or two.

 

[TheMonotonePuppet]

A place where every time I think I am done with something, someone comes up to me and makes me help them with something. Even if I say no, another person pops up, asking a question and pestering me with something.

And it never ends.

I think I would make myself respawn after a day or two.

Love the concept!
I do wonder what it would be as an actual hell though...
The theme is here, but where is the world?

 

[ThrillingHuman]

I like the concept!
But...
It's not a living, breathing world (in the metaphorical sense. There would obviously be no breathing as far as you could tell. The "living" part could still hold true if you're imaginative enough).

Nothing else scares this great witch. Terrifying horrors beyond imagination? Literal Hell? Homegirl, this is an ordinary Tuesday! Been dere done dat.
Burn me, freeze me, starve me - that is nothing, as long as there is hope. And there is always hope as long as things change.
A hopeless world where nothing ever changes and has no hope to change? That's the shit.

 

[Corty]

Love the concept!
I do wonder what it would be as an actual hell though...
The theme is here, but where is the world?

Mundane, everyday world. Even if you get back home, your phone rings, someone emails you, or the neighbor knocks. When you go to sleep, even your dream self goes through the same experience, and when you wake up, you are still tired because you have been helping dream people get shit done.

And you can't say no. Even if you do, something else WILL come up.

 

[TheMonotonePuppet]

Nothing else scares this great witch. Terrifying horrors beyond imagination? Literal Hell? Homegirl, this is an ordinary Tuesday! Been dere done dat. A hopeless world where nothing ever changes and has no hope to change? That's the shit.

Yeah...
But I don't feel like it is an actual world. It revolves around you, and solely you (which, given your ego, would only be appreciated not hated HAHAHAHAHAHA) Are there flora and fauna that interact with each other without you able to ever notice them? What does it feel like to be pressed in by utter silence? What does the weather, frozen as it is, look like to you? The colors that you are aware of?

 

[ThrillingHuman]

Yeah...
But I don't feel like it is an actual world. It revolves around you, and solely you (which, given your ego, would only be appreciated not hated HAHAHAHAHAHA) Are there flora and fauna that interact with each other without you able to ever notice them? What does it feel like to be pressed in by utter silence? What does the weather, frozen as it is, look like to you? The colors that you are aware of?

Take any moment in time and freeze it. That's it. As I said "as long as things change, there is hope, as miniscule as it is. If things do not change there is no longer a point to it nor hope"

 

[CheertheSecond]

Everything I love will bleed and die while I can do nothing to help. I am forever awake, can never sleep, have to continue living my undying life in a world that is changing. I can not help but create attachments because without attachments living would feel like torture, but having attachments mean losing those would also be torments. Even my form will also change. I have no idea what future has in store for me but I know I am locked-in. This body is a prison, a vehicle. I am but something trapped within.

However, those are not the worst part. The worst thing is I will forget. My memories are not eternal so one day I will forget a beautiful memory of my past. Another day, I will lose another memory. I will feel that something is missing but I can not tell what it is. I can feel the hollow inside but will never be able to find the parts that was lost.

I have to stay, watching all I love to one slip through my hands like water, dreading the change that is about to come, helplessly sobbing in a corner, not knowing what I will lose next.

 

[TheMonotonePuppet]

Mundane, everyday world. Even if you get back home, your phone rings, someone emails you, or the neighbor knocks. When you go to sleep, even your dream self goes through the same experience, and when you wake up, you are still tired because you have been helping dream people get shit done.

And you can't say no. Even if you do, something else WILL come up.

But that is not basing everything around the experience of interruption. That's copy and pasting a rule onto our world.

What would you do if the very ground took its time out of its day for the mundane task of fetching a pen? Just resonated in your mind "Hey, I want that pen." And the moment you get it, it disappears from your hand as if it was pointless to grab it all.

What if the very birds are a hivemind bent to nagging you to fetch them bread no matter how you try to sleep?
But! They are ignorable, just so when you are not allowed by the rules of the world to refuse your close family (who are puppeted against their will, internally going insane, to ask you to help with everything ever), you will hate them all the more.

What are the rules behind this concept, i.e. Why are you stuck like this? Are there are others stuck like you, enjoying your personal hell?

This is not a living, breathing world based around this concept. It's a worst thing tacked onto a world that already exists and is already living and breathing.

 

[georgelee5786]

I'm in a hall. I cannot stop walking. There's something behind me, but I cannot look. I can only walk and know it is there without knowing what it is

 

[MatchaChocolate69]

A world that changes, evolves, new discoveries, space explorations, understanding the universe.
New planets, aliens. New stories, new music. The center of the galaxy. The Andromeda galaxy. A comet that passes once every hundred thousand years. Mars. Wonderful people, incredible places. The sun that goes out. The universe that resets and starts over.
And me, not being there, not seeing all these things.
This is my personal hell.

 

[GlassRose]

No need to imagine it, I'm already living it. Only need to turn up the dial of intensity really, but is that even necessary?

The eclectic mix of horrible anxiety, the emotional anguish that I'm constantly just instantly converting to raw undirected hatred such that it's hard to let it go and actually feel the pain, sleep deprivation, absolute fear at the dangers the future holds as the government is possibly on the edge of going into the hands of a group who'd make my existence illegal, crippling loneliness, self-worth in flux from feeling like I'm not progressing and meeting the proper life milestones, the gender dysphoria that likes to sneak up without me realizing, and the damn 3 hours I have to spend in the bathroom every night before I can empty bladder enough to relax enough to fall asleep!

 

[TheMonotonePuppet]

Take any moment in time and freeze it. That's it. As I said "as long as things change, there is hope, as miniscule as it is. If things do not change there is no longer a point to it nor hope"

I never said you would be aware of these changes... you would never have hope. Just because you are the architect of this personal hell IRL, it does not mean that you would have complete understanding of your personal hell is in this hypothetical.

Is that all you can come up with?

Are there no frozen architectures with painful optical illusions that would make it so what little awareness you had available to observe was shrunk for no other reason than an optical illusion?
What if everything was covered in the same layer of sleek plaster, so you didn't even any texture to focus on?
Is this all there is?

 

[Heavenlycapybara]

I'm in my room, having just talked to a client about a project with absurd requirements that I was sure I couldn't complete.

After leaving my headphones in the corner of my computer and closing my tired eyes for a few seconds, I lean back and hear a knock on my bedroom door; it's my father.

He enters the room, his expression clearly ruined after a long day of manual labor, and in a weak voice, he asks me about work and if I'm making enough money to pay my bills.

As always, I tell him that I have plans, that things are going well, and that I'm sure I'll get some money next week.

Then my father smiles at me, says that with faith in God, everything will work out, and closes the bedroom door

And so I close my eyes again, and when I realize it, four years have passed, my beard is long, my hair is past my shoulders, and except for the blinding light of my monitor, there is only darkness in a stuffy, dusty room.

Nothing has changed; my projects are still things that will make me money next week or maybe two months from now. My mother asks me how college is going, and I say it's going well even though I haven't attended a single class in the last 15 days, and I'm literally just getting by because I'm good at studying in 30 minutes what the average person would study in 30 hours.

At night, I have nightmares while lost in the dark, and during the day, only the light of my monitor illuminates my face that hasn't seen the sun for a few weeks. My mind is tired of making excuses, tired of being the prodigy boy who ended up as nothing.

"But just 5 more minutes of sleep, it won't hurt, will it?"

I've had a lot of terrible nightmares in my sleep, but none of them compare to opening my bedroom door and having to deal with my father's disappointed and tired expression; none compare to the pain of having to wake up every day and think, "Well, this is my life.".

I wish I could imagine a terrible world where I suffer unimaginable torture, but honestly? No suffering can compare to the pain of a bitter reality.

 

[Corty]

This is not a living, breathing world based around this concept. It's a worst thing tacked onto a world that already exists and is already living and breathing.

No. You don't need anything fancy. Just the constant nagging of others to solve their problems. Endlessly. It will grind you down and drive you insane pretty quickly if you can't get away from it.

 

[ThrillingHuman]

I never said you would be aware of these changes... you would never have hope. Just because you are the architect of this personal hell IRL, it does not mean that you would have complete understanding of your personal hell is in this hypothetical.

Is that all you can come up with?

Are there no frozen architectures with painful optical illusions that would make it so what little awareness you had available to observe was shrunk for no other reason than an optical illusion?
What if everything was covered in the same layer of sleek plaster, so you didn't even any texture to focus on?
Is this all there is?

After a million years I would be able to see through any cheap or not cheap deceptions.