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If you could really sell your soul to the devil
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2018-01-27 at 9:45 PM UTC
Originally posted by D4NG0 Yeah but would you really want to live here forever?
Yes please. If i also have unlimited money i can just do whatever the hell i feel like. Get half my body replaced by robot parts(Because it's cool and would give me super human strength) and board a ship to Proxima Centauri in the year 3400. In fact, i'd build that ship. I have unlimited money anyway. I would hire a crew and go explore the Universe.
And also, learn everything there is to learn. I have unlimited life anyway so time is not an issue.The following users say it would be alright if the author of this post didn't die in a fire! -
2018-01-27 at 9:47 PM UTCseven deadly venoms peep that
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2018-01-27 at 10:14 PM UTC
Originally posted by Sophie Yes please. If i also have unlimited money i can just do whatever the hell i feel like. Get half my body replaced by robot parts(Because it's cool and would give me super human strength) and board a ship to Proxima Centauri in the year 3400. In fact, i'd build that ship. I have unlimited money anyway. I would hire a crew and go explore the Universe.
And also, learn everything there is to learn. I have unlimited life anyway so time is not an issue.
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2018-01-27 at 10:46 PM UTCOmniscience, which would allow me to know everything including how to cheat teh devul. I would know whats possible and whats not, how to rule over people, how to conquer worlds, how to become immortal. I would know what people are thinking, i would know their past, present, and future, i would know every single solution to every conceivable problem, i would know why and why not. I would know the beginning and the end, i would know the entire history of all worlds across all dimensions before they ever happened.
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2018-01-27 at 10:47 PM UTCa gun, so I could kill myself and go to hell.
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2018-01-27 at 10:57 PM UTCHonest question : Adriana Lima's sweet south American strange.
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2018-01-27 at 11:04 PM UTCim not really interested in anyones soul, but if theyre considering selling...or renting...usage of their orifices...let me know.
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2018-01-27 at 11:33 PM UTCI have a female friend who rents out her vagina for $80.
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2018-01-27 at 11:38 PM UTC
Originally posted by Totse 2001 People like you are the actual devils work
You talk about smoking heroin or meth or some shit.. then you spin upside down or rightside up and tell us that we're crazy and our minds aren't all there because we chose to look into the darkness with light and see what the fuck is down that hole. are you the hole master?
how can you not like smoking heroin? what is wrong with you man?
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2018-01-28 at 12:08 AM UTC
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2018-01-28 at 1:38 AM UTC
Originally posted by Xlite Omniscience, which would allow me to know everything including how to cheat teh devul. I would know whats possible and whats not, how to rule over people, how to conquer worlds, how to become immortal. I would know what people are thinking, i would know their past, present, and future, i would know every single solution to every conceivable problem, i would know why and why not. I would know the beginning and the end, i would know the entire history of all worlds across all dimensions before they ever happened.
I would be the all knowing ruler of existence.
Sounds boring. Why would you want to know everything? I mean i did say i wanted to learn everything but that is going to take me forever so i at least have a goal to strive for. -
2018-01-28 at 2:33 AM UTC
Originally posted by Sophie Yes please. If i also have unlimited money i can just do whatever the hell i feel like. Get half my body replaced by robot parts(Because it's cool and would give me super human strength) and board a ship to Proxima Centauri in the year 3400. In fact, i'd build that ship. I have unlimited money anyway. I would hire a crew and go explore the Universe.
And also, learn everything there is to learn. I have unlimited life anyway so time is not an issue.
what if the earths humanity was destroyed or something and the resources were taken and you didn't have a way to build your cyborg body and spaceship? You'd be living in a hell, a cosmic horror hell of huge proportions. -
2018-01-28 at 3:07 AM UTCeventually entropy is gonna win and the whole universe will be nothing but a huge void. just one super massive cloud of particles, no stars or planets will be left, not even a pebble will be left from an old meteor. you just be left floating round in pitch black nothingness that goes on forever, but he would have gone batshit insane beyond the scope of ever seeing sanity again by that time. i mean we're talking a fucking seriously long long time till he gets to that point. and that point will still be not even a spit in the ocean compared to how long he still gonna be just floating around in pitch dark nothing. no matter how much quazigazillionbillions of eons and eternities you had already done, you will still always only ever be a tiny fraction of how much time you still got left ahead of you.
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2018-01-28 at 3:08 AM UTCWhat does "selling your soul to the devil" mean? What's the downside? Is it eternal torment after death? In terms of logical thinking, nothing would be worth eternal torment or even eternal mild discomfort, because it is eternal: the negative value is infinite. Eventually it will outstrip any positive value or utility of anything finite you ask for.
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2018-01-28 at 3:13 AM UTCThere was a really cool Writing Prompt post on Reddit that I just remembered:
https://np.reddit.com/r/WritingPrompts/comments/38xpy7/wp_new_arrivals_in_eternal_hell_may_choose_either/cryr9lz/"So it's meant to be, what, an agonizing choice? A huge dilemma? A source of eternal regret?" Leems asked. After an eternity on Acid Mine Supervision, he had finally been promoted to Reception, and wanted to be sure he understood what was going on.
"For some of them, yes. I think you might be overestimating how many actually think things through," Ebnerzaz replied, in his British basso. The supervisor of Reception stood an impressive twelve feet tall, and Leems had to scurry quickly in front of him to avoid his trashcan-lid-sized cloven hooves. Some said he had been chosen because the arriving souls often mistook him for the Prince of Darkness Himself.
"Ah, so you're saying that most of them choose the aeons-long vacation with The Enemy then," Leems wheezed. "They don't even give it a second thought, eh? 'Why would I pick a spoon when I can spend a hundred trillion years in heaven?'"
"Precisely," Ebnerzaz said, as they exited the vast hallway into a much vaster cavern. Its impressive collection of stalactites was sheathed in a constantly-churning haze, the better to frustrate anyone trying to enjoy the scenery. Management thought of everything.
"So what's our angle, then? If they get such pleasure from the vacation…"
"It makes it all the more crushing when they come back and realize that it was quite literally nothing compared to the length of time they'll be spending here. All subsequent torment is therefore enriched. Set the papers down there, if you would," Ebnerzaz said, as he found his desk. Leems stood on tiptoe to deposit the loose sheath of parchment in the supervisor's In box.
"Aha, so the correct choice, then, is the spoon?" he asked, looking around for his own desk.
The senior devil gave a condescending grin. "This is Hell, Leems. There is no correct choice."
"But…" Leems began.
"Our shift is starting. I'll answer any further questions when we have our break. Off you go," Ebnerzaz said, his massive clawed hand steering Leems' shoulders towards the empty desk he would be working at.
Leems hurried over to the protruding stone just in time for the flow of souls to shamble up to him, all of them shaved bald and clothed in itchy rags. "Welcome to Hell! You may have one amenity - a hundred trillion year vacation in heaven, starting right now, or a small wooden spoon." He offered the choice to each one of them, and saw that Ebnerzaz's assessment was even truer than he'd thought - thousands upon thousands chose the Heavenly vacation, no questions asked. As soon as they did, they vanished in a puff of light, leaving a lavender scent that clashed horribly with the dominant smell of brimstone.
Finally, one of the souls stopped long enough to think through the choice, his dark brow furrowing in concentration. "If you're offering me this, that means it's reasonable to choose the spoon, right? They're on a par with each other, right?" he said slowly.
Leems just smiled, not knowing the answer himself.
"So I know everybody in front of me chose Heaven. That can't be what you want. So let me think. It's eternal down here, right? So no matter how long the vacation is, it's not even a drop in the bucket. So let's think about it utilitarian-like. I can get real happy for a tiny amount of time, big-picture. Or I can choose the spoon, and it'll make me just a tiny bit happy, but for an infinite amount of time. Right?" he said eagerly. Once again, Leems didn't respond. "Oh, and what's more, once the vacation's over, I bet I'll regret I didn't choose the spoon. That'll make me even more unhappy. I'll never know what I'm missing out on if I don't go to heaven! But the spoon… that'll last me forever. No regrets there!"
"Are you quite done?" Leems asked.
"Yeah, yeah. I'm done. I'm pickin' the spoon," the soul said triumphantly.
Leems nodded, and pulled open the stone drawer in his desk with a scraping sound. Inside were hundreds of tiny wooden spoons, each not much bigger than a finger. He selected one and handed it to the soul, who eagerly grabbed it, before turning to the left to exit through one of the many gaping caves in the cavern wall.
The encounter stuck with Leems all through the shift, as he let thousands more souls poof into heaven. Finally, it was break time - the gates closed and the remaining lines disappeared. The horde of demons working Reception left their desks and swarmed over to the break area, to consume sulfurous coffee and rotting meat.
Leems sought out the hulking form of Ebnerzaz, and tugged on the supervisor's wings. "Ah, Leems! How did your first shift go? Keeping up the pace, I hope?" he asked, peering down at the smaller demon.
"Yes, it went very well, sir. But I did have one soul choose… the spoon."
"Ah, on your first day! Congratulations. It took me a week, way back when. But why are you looking so troubled?"
"Well, it's just… he stopped and thought about it, like you said some of them might. And his reasoning seemed pretty ironclad. If the spoon gives them a small amount of pleasure forever, is that not categorically better than a finite vacation in heaven?" Leems asked. "I thought you said there were no correct choices. I feel as though, by giving him the spoon, I have reduced the amount of suffering we'll generate."
"Ah, yes, Leems. Do not worry. The spoon will generate plenty of suffering in due time."
"But how?"
"Because, dear Leems," Ebnerzaz said, smiling his most terrifying smile yet. "When did you ever hear of a simple wooden spoon that stays intact forever?" -
2018-01-28 at 3:16 AM UTC
Originally posted by Captain Falcon What does "selling your soul to the devil" mean? What's the downside? Is it eternal torment after death? In terms of logical thinking, nothing would be worth eternal torment or even eternal mild discomfort, because it is eternal: the negative value is infinite. Eventually it will outstrip any positive value or utility of anything finite you ask for.
it wouldn't tho. our psyche is such that there is nothing you couldn't get used to if you lived like it for long enough. after so long it just becomes your normal. if it doesn't kill you(doesn't apply to this argument anyway, but..) then it just becomes your normal. even constant non-stop 24/7 torture would become your normal if you lived it long enough.
and hell is where all the cool people will be. imagine how boring all the people in heaven would be. that would seriously do your nut in.
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2018-01-28 at 3:21 AM UTC
Originally posted by NARCassist it wouldn't tho. our psyche is such that there is nothing you couldn't get used to if you lived like it for long enough. after so long it just becomes your normal. if it doesn't kill you(doesn't apply to this argument anyway, but..) then it just becomes your normal. even constant non-stop 24/7 torture would become your normal if you lived it long enough.
and hell is where all the cool people will be. imagine how boring all the people in heaven would be. that would seriously do your nut in.
Actual real life people quite literally regularly go insane from sustained torture, my dude. And that's just over the course of some years. I'm sure hell is calibrated to scale up the torture logarithmically so as to maximize your torment at all times. -
2018-01-28 at 3:42 AM UTC
Originally posted by Captain Falcon Actual real life people quite literally regularly go insane from sustained torture, my dude. And that's just over the course of some years. I'm sure hell is calibrated to scale up the torture logarithmically so as to maximize your torment at all times.
but its the same applies to insanity as with death. if it doesn't kill/insanitize you, you get used to it as normal.
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2018-01-28 at 3:54 AM UTC
Originally posted by NARCassist but its the same applies to insanity as with death. if it doesn't kill/insanitize you, you get used to it as normal.
Without studying the biology of suffering our pain, a priori, I figure that there's no maximum level of suffering per season, it is relative to the amount of suffering you are used to. So if you keep ramping up the suffering, you will keep suffering. I'm sure the management of hell can figure that out. -
2018-01-28 at 3:57 AM UTC
Originally posted by Captain Falcon What does "selling your soul to the devil" mean? What's the downside? Is it eternal torment after death? In terms of logical thinking, nothing would be worth eternal torment or even eternal mild discomfort, because it is eternal: the negative value is infinite. Eventually it will outstrip any positive value or utility of anything finite you ask for.
like you sell your soul, then you are repressed aftwards with constant torment of all the things you've done by being the puppet socket puppet bitch of the devil that weighs on your conscious.. RAMMING A NIGGER FAG COCK IN YOUR ASS!
are you a fucking retard?
