It's incredible we never realized you were an emo 14 year old until now
It's too bad that the same can't be said of you, eh?
It's easy for you whippersnappers to give him guff like that, but honestly the line is pretty genius once you realize he's old enough to have invented it.
You can probably cut your wrist on the edginess of your own post whenever you're ready to go.
Hell is what'll happen when you confront EndMaster and sheepishly try to explain to him that you're the dark overlord. ^_^
I'm reasonably sure that there either isn't an afterlife, or if there is it's so strange and alien to our experience on Earth that it's pointless to speculate about
I think god in Christianity and Islam always sounds like a pretty benevolent figure who wouldn't enjoy eternally tormenting his creations, however. I think this medieval muslim scholar Al-Tahawi was onto something when he wrote about hell being an eternal punishment that everyone necessarily deserves, but get their "sentence commuted" by virtue of God's infinite mercy. Also, eternal punishment always just seems like a convenient excuse to put asses in pews.
I think the idea was that non-Muslims would be tormented, for a time, to bring about a state of sufficient penitence that God takes pity on them and lifts them out from Hell.
It was progressive for its time
Your weird larping is an impediment to actually having any meaningful conversation. I wish you'd stop
It's okay, Devil. In our weird little forum of trolls, shit posters and people who molest their cats, your LARPing barely registers as mildly annoying. ^_^
13 Have mercy upon me, O Lord; consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me, thou that liftest me up from the gates of death:
14 That I may shew forth all thy praise in the gates of the daughter of Zion: I will rejoice in thy salvation.
15 The heathen are sunk down in the pit that they made: in the net which they hid is their own foot taken.
16 The Lord is known by the judgment which he executeth: the wicked is snared in the work of his own hands. Higgaion. Selah.
17 The wicked shall be turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God.
18 For the needy shall not always be forgotten: the expectation of the poor shall not perish for ever.
25 For I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth:
26 And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God:
27 Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another; though my reins be consumed within me.
18 Then come unto him the Sadducees, which say there is no resurrection; and they asked him, saying,
19 Master, Moses wrote unto us, If a man's brother die, and leave his wife behind him, and leave no children, that his brother should take his wife, and raise up seed unto his brother.
20 Now there were seven brethren: and the first took a wife, and dying left no seed.
21 And the second took her, and died, neither left he any seed: and the third likewise.
22 And the seven had her, and left no seed: last of all the woman died also.
23 In the resurrection therefore, when they shall rise, whose wife shall she be of them? for the seven had her to wife.
24 And Jesus answering said unto them, Do ye not therefore err, because ye know not the scriptures, neither the power of God?
25 For when they shall rise from the dead, they neither marry, nor are given in marriage; but are as the angels which are in heaven.
26 And as touching the dead, that they rise: have ye not read in the book of Moses, how in the bush God spake unto him, saying, I am the God of Abraham, and the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob?
27 He is not the God of the dead, but the God of the living: ye therefore do greatly err.
In all seriousness though, I think the idea of heaven and hell is genuinely pretty retarded, since the main consensus seems to be, "Me and all the people I like will go to heaven, and all the people I don't like and who disagree with my personal beliefs will go to hell." Which is very convenient.
I remember having a conversation with a girl once who said she didn't believe in God, but she did believe in heaven and hell. I asked, "But if there's no God, then who decides who goes to heaven and hell?" To which she responded, "I don't know, but I know that I will go to heaven because I'm a good person." ... This girl was one of the biggest cunts I've ever met. >.<
I know you said this girl didn't believe in God, but it's always funny to me how many Christians will claim to be good people, when just by saying that they're proving they don't know or believe anything about their own religion.
From a purely revelations/Letters of Paul standpoint (fundies seem to believe that the bible is self-updating and that what latter written books say is the absolute truth) there is no hell. The devil and his sinners get thrown into the pot of boiling substance, but as far as mortal issues, you either rise from the dead after judgement day to live on earth or you don't. I think it was Paul or one of the guys starting with P that was really big into the idea of "resurrection of the flesh", meaning you literally get up as a person in life. The bad guys just stay dead, and the only people to have ever seen Heaven (or, really just the realm wherever god and the angels are) are the superheroes like Elijah.
The only paradise would've been Eden, at the beginning of things, or the Kingdom of God at the end of things. Heaven and Hell as most people think of them was convenient imagery stolen from the Mediterranean types. There was an intercalary period where "sheol" was sort of an afterlife realm, but that wasn't really thought to be "life", that was just the place where everyone goes to be dead when they die, later said to be where people wait to be resurrected. Some people say unredeemed people go to Gehenna, which is a fire, but basically that's just your body/consciousness getting deleted.
I do believe in God, but not in any kind of organized way. However I have Christians in my family and I think there's a lot of useful philosophical writings in the Bible.
Something like Hell though, it doesn't make any sense to me personally that it would exist. But at the same time I think the world would be a better place if more people believed they were going there if they didn't stop being awful to each other. 'Love and forgive each other...OR ELSE' is a pretty good motivation to get along.
I don't know why I didn't read Mizal and IAP's exchange before in this thread. It's hilarious.
“Having recently established your only happiness in life comes from squatting alone in a dark hovel thinking about how much you hate the rest of humanity, I guess longing for non existence while staring at the wall, trying to work past your irrational fear seems a natural extension of this and entirely in character.”
“Growing up feeling unloved and unwanted may have contributed to my longing for nonexistence”
I just reread this and I can't stop laughing.
I just keep thinking of this scenario with IAP after a long day of dealing with methhead hillbillies bringing in broken toasters to his repair shop, him entering his one room living area which consists of a few pieces of furniture like a portable stove, an old desk with a 1998 Compaq computer, a mattress on the floor with a few springs sticking out and finally a solid wooden stool which he hand made himself back in 1983.
A single 40 watt light bulb hangs in the center of the room, it barely illuminates the room's four gray walls. There's a single window that looks out to the "backyard" (It's more like a muddy field) which consists of five rusty vehicles mainly from the late 70s early 80s which are still all in working order.
The floor is made of solid hardwood, but makes that squeaky noise under his heavy boots. That's probably the only insulated thing he's bothering to wear because despite the below freezing temperature that's even invaded his living space he's wearing some fairly light clothing. He doesn't feel the cold because he's already numb to everything.
(And yes, there is a small bathroom connected to this room, but trust me, you really don't want me to describe it)
First thing he does is takes the stool over to the desk to check a few websites he goes to. A couple of them are just electronic repair or mechanic repair in nature, but he doesn't see anything much of interest on there since the hillbillies never bring in anything more complex than a toaster to repair so there's no real need to brush up on his skills. He had a 22 year old trailer trash redhead bring in a "massager" recently for him to fix, but he immediately knew by the look in her overly painted mascara eyes and that methmouth smile that she had something else in mind. He kicked that junkie whore out as soon as possible that day.
So after briefly checking the weather in India he wanders over to CYS.
I should mention that somehow he's managed to jury rig Netscape Navigator 6 to still work but not very well on a lot of modern sites, so fortunately for him CYS works perfectly.
He looks at CYS and checks out some of the newer stories, but nothing really peaks his interest since he's read all the good ones.
So he looks at the forums instead which is filled with the usual light hearted tomfoolery. Everyone is having a good time so he decides to post something about life sucking and how we're all doomed to rot in ground until the worms eat our flesh with maggots infesting every orifice.
Naturally everyone at CYS is too busy making fun of the gender "challenged" and trolling (Okay one of them MIGHT actually be working on a story) to really pay too much attention at first, but eventually somebody responds by calling him a boomer or something similar.
He briefly spars with a couple of the members (Probably female ones, because who can figure 'em) until he grows bored which is pretty quickly because he doesn't find much joy in it. It's just to kill time in between life and death.
Eventually he turns off the computer, shaking his head wondering why he even bothers with...well everything. He drags the stool over to the same gray wall and stares at it while contemplating life and existence in general.
He does this for hours. In between this introspective marathon he looks at the cracks, chips and outright holes in the wall and reminds himself that he really needs to get around to patching them, but then figures what's the point, he's just going to rot in the ground someday anyway.
Despite this nihilistic outlook on life he doesn't actually contemplate suicide because that would be the easy way out and that's not how he lives his life. Besides deep down inside on some level, he wants to suffer because life is suffering. That's what the Buddha said. He was Indian.
Still, he does think up scenarios about how he wants to die. The bear scenario always comes up a lot, but there's never one around when you need one. He briefly thinks about a mass murderer scenario if only to shoot all the hillbillies that live around him, but it's getting late and he's tired enough to actually fall asleep.
He goes over to the mattress and after positioning himself so that the exposed springs only poke him a little bit as opposed to requiring a full tetanus shot he closes his eyes and embraces what he hopes will eventually await him one day which is perfect darkness and absolute nothingness.
And when that day comes he will have finally have peace and escape from the HELL of existence.
Not bad. Some of the details were off a little, but you've captured the general ambiance. Good job!
Personally my favorite part to write was the Netscape Navigator 6 bit.
Lol I still use Netscape occasionally on my old WinXP laptop, so you got that part right. Not sure about the version, though.
Read that as "massive orgy and martians"
Similar experience. :p
That's what happens. You sniff too much flex glue, and all you see is martians.
Having an orgy ^_^
Where's your avatar?
Lots of luck with that. Everything I've ordered for the last few months has been at least a week (sometimes more) behind the scheduled delivery date.
But for all we know Mengele might have repented all his sins, took Jesus into his heart and will be sitting at God's table.
Unless you're hoping there's a Hell so you can go there to avoid Saint Mengeles.
That's another thing that always bothered me about he concept of heaven and hell. So, a pedophile, rapist, serial killer can spend his life molesting small children, chopping them up with an axe and dumping their bodies in a ditch somewhere, but if he repents and sucks up to the man upstairs on his death bed then he gets a get out of hell free card.
Meanwhile, if the little children that he buggered and murdered didn't happen to believe in the correct God at the time they were murdered, then they all get to spend eternity in burny, firey, ouchy land... (On the plus side, at least they don't have to bump into their murderer, since he's up in the clouds chilling with Jesus.) ^_^
There's a couple theories about what happens to the dead kids. I guess if they don't know Jesus and haven't been baptized, they go to Limbo for awhile. (Wherever that is) The other theory is they just wait around for resurrection day like everyone else and then they get judged and will (probably) go to heaven.
I'm sure the more Christian folks can elaborate better on this stuff than I could though.
They're not just virgins, they're houris. They're beautiful female spirits, more like sirens or something.
Doesn't everyone just become one with god and it's sort of like he eats your soul but it's in a good way because you don't know anything except euphoria?
I believe that hell is....I'm not sure. I believe in heaven and what it's like but hell is difficult for me. I guess fire and pain. I think it's a place where the tortured souls of man go and are in eternal pain. It's hard to say for me but it's a place you don't won't to be.