Worst death imaginable!!

JontRevolting

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Jan 4, 2008
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I'm bored as hell and at times such as this I like to reflect on the not so important issues...I often wonder what would be the worst possible way to die.Would it be worse to die nude in the Antarctic or to be blind-folded and handcuffed in a wetsuit in the middle of the Gobi Desert with a handful"O"sand down your crack.For me the latter would be worse.
 
Buried alive, in a coffin.


I TEAR AT THE LID. MY FINGERS THEY BLEED. IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME, OR IS IT JUST A DREAM
 
... Everything is ready, all the tortures are in motion, and they proceed simultaneously, amidst much noise.

The first torture engine is a wheel upon which the girl is strapped and which, rotating uninterruptedly, bears against an outer circle studded with razors which everywhere scratch and tear and slice the unfortunate victim, but as the blades do not bite deep, only superficially, she turns for at least two hours before dying.

The second: the girl lies two inches above a red-hot iron plate which slowly melts her.

Third: she is attached by the waist to a piece of burning iron, and all her limbs are twisted and frightfully dislocated.

Fourth: the four limbs attached each to a spring which slowly moves away, gradually stretching her arms and legs until they are detached and the trunk falls into a brazier.

Fifth: a red-hot cast-iron bell is place over her head, but the bonnet is several sizes too large, the iron does not touch her, but her brain slowly melts, her head is slowly grilled.

Sixth: she is chained inside an iron tub of boiling oil.

Seventh: she is held standing before a machine which, six times a minute, shoots a small dart into her body, and each time into a different place; the machine does not stop until she is entirely feathered.

Eighth: her feet anchored in a furnace, a mass of lead very gradually descends upon her head, thrusting her further into the oven.

Ninth: her executioner continually pricks her with a red-hot iron goad; she is bound before him, he thus meticulously works over every inch of her body.

Tenth: she is chained to a pillar underneath a large glass dome, twenty famished reptiles devour her alive.

Eleventh: a cannon ball attached to each foot, she is suspended by one hand, and if she falls, 'tis into a furnace.

Twelfth: a hook is driven through her mouth; thus she hangs, a deluge of burning pitch incessantly pouring over her body.

Thirteenth: the nerves are pulled from her flesh and tied to cords which draw them further, and meanwhile burning nails are driven into her body.

Fourteenth: alternately torn with tongs and whipped upon her cunt and ass with martinets whose steel tips are heated red hot, and from time to time scratched with burning iron rakes.

Fifteenth: she is poisoned by a drug which burns and rends her entrails, which hurls her into frightful convulsions, causes her to utter hideous screams, and insures her death; but it is slow, and she is the last to succumb. This is one of the most terrible of the ordeals.
 
I think being buried alive after an extended period of solitary sensory deprivation torture by my captor woud be the worst. "Missing" and with no one knowing my whereabouts. I hate loneliness more than almost anything and it would really do me in to know that I couldn't make any out-calls for help.
 
... Everything is ready, all the tortures are in motion, and they proceed simultaneously, amidst much noise.

The first torture engine is a wheel upon which the girl is strapped and which, rotating uninterruptedly, bears against an outer circle studded with razors which everywhere scratch and tear and slice the unfortunate victim, but as the blades do not bite deep, only superficially, she turns for at least two hours before dying.

The second: the girl lies two inches above a red-hot iron plate which slowly melts her.

Third: she is attached by the waist to a piece of burning iron, and all her limbs are twisted and frightfully dislocated.

Fourth: the four limbs attached each to a spring which slowly moves away, gradually stretching her arms and legs until they are detached and the trunk falls into a brazier.

Fifth: a red-hot cast-iron bell is place over her head, but the bonnet is several sizes too large, the iron does not touch her, but her brain slowly melts, her head is slowly grilled.

Sixth: she is chained inside an iron tub of boiling oil.

Seventh: she is held standing before a machine which, six times a minute, shoots a small dart into her body, and each time into a different place; the machine does not stop until she is entirely feathered.

Eighth: her feet anchored in a furnace, a mass of lead very gradually descends upon her head, thrusting her further into the oven.

Ninth: her executioner continually pricks her with a red-hot iron goad; she is bound before him, he thus meticulously works over every inch of her body.

Tenth: she is chained to a pillar underneath a large glass dome, twenty famished reptiles devour her alive.

Eleventh: a cannon ball attached to each foot, she is suspended by one hand, and if she falls, 'tis into a furnace.

Twelfth: a hook is driven through her mouth; thus she hangs, a deluge of burning pitch incessantly pouring over her body.

Thirteenth: the nerves are pulled from her flesh and tied to cords which draw them further, and meanwhile burning nails are driven into her body.

Fourteenth: alternately torn with tongs and whipped upon her cunt and ass with martinets whose steel tips are heated red hot, and from time to time scratched with burning iron rakes.

Fifteenth: she is poisoned by a drug which burns and rends her entrails, which hurls her into frightful convulsions, causes her to utter hideous screams, and insures her death; but it is slow, and she is the last to succumb. This is one of the most terrible of the ordeals.

Marquis de Sade?

Anyway, for me (and I know this might seem tame compared to some of the stuff I just quoted):

Being jettisoned from a space ship in an escape pod in the ultimate depths of abyssal space (i.e. there's nothing around anywhere for millions of light years). Just floating out in complete vacuum with no hope of rescue; either you sit in your own piss and shit, wasting away from hunger and dehydration, or you choose to open the pod and kill yourself. For me, it's just the thought of utter isolation that's terrifying.
 
Good one Einherjar. I change my answer to yours.

Being lost at sea would be horrible too. Floating until you eventually tire of treading water and sink, starve, dehydrate, or are eaten by sea creatures. The ocean may as well be space.

The prolonged period of time during which you reflect on your life and wait for death to come would be terrible. I often think of the crash of JAL 123, which got caught in a phugoid cycle for over half an hour, just pitching and falling uncontrollably with no hydraulics. The passengers on board had time to write suicide notes and shit.
 
Marquis de Sade?

correct

Re: having time to reflect on your life / wait for death, I think in many cases I would rather have it that way than be killed before I know it, assuming I'm not in constant pain during that time and unable to think.
 
^i think if someone truly believed they were dying in the service of Christ, their death would be quite peaceful and fulfilling because they believe they will go to heaven.
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worst death imo is growing old and withering away in a hospital bed, feeling completely useless, being unable to have erections anymore, etc.