At the moment, I am truly repulsed and disgusted by people who would mock and belittle folks who commit suicide.
What if a fairly dim-bulb politician who was little more than a tool for big energy corporations, managed to be named the victor of a U.S. presidential election (of which he did NOT win the popular vote) thanks to a snafu in a shoddy, out of date electoral process?
What if, after that tool became president, an unprecedented terrorist attack on U.S. soil occurred that allowed him to ride a wave of ultra-patriotic sentiment and therefore allowed him to gloss over his shoddy, mediocre job of actually running the country?
Such a scenario is just too chilling to spend time thinking about, which probably explains why no one ever does. …
Sitting in the BSL 3 when suddenly an alarm goes off and you drop what you’re working with. You look down to see how big of a mess you’ve made and you notice that you’ve sprayed yourself with the blood you’re working with.
Then you notice the slight tear in your plastic coated gown.
Its possible, it’d take a lot of money and 5-10 years of reserach at the most.
I would agree that an ‘ethno-bomb’ would be pretty fucking evil.
Ethnic cleansing is about as disgusting as it gets.
War atrocities make me ashamed to be a part of the human race.
Sure, I’ll give anything a shot. The following is inspired by a line from Big Trouble In Little China where one of the characters says “The Chinese have a lot of hells”.
You are treading water in a endless sea filled entirely with sickly yellow giant maggots with serrated teeth. Most of your skin has been removed and the maggots are constantly burrowing their way into your flesh and eating their way out to another part of your body. You’ve been given a serum that makes your body regenerate the muscle and other tissue that gets eaten but never the skin. You can “sink” but that just gives the maggots easy access to your mouth since it has been wired open. The bottom of the sea feels like white hot metal to you. You have no need for food, water or air and are unable to sleep or lose conciousness. It’s always high noon, the sun is a hundred times brighter than ours and there’s never a cloud in the sky. You know this because your eyelids have been removed. There is a wallclock that constantly hovers out of reach in front of you and time moves about one-tenth the speed it does on Earth.
The kicker is that this has been guaranteed to happen to you for eternity after you die no matter how you live your life.
I want my mommy.
I think that inventing the very worst has always been a challenge for the creative mind. Something worse is always conceivable.
Exhibit A: Descriptions of Hell. Theories about lifestyles of the damned and wicked have circulated Christendom for about as long as there has been a Christendom. Lakes of fire, wallowing for eternity in s__t, and being munched on by Satan would not be pleasant experiences, but all of this is relatively tame and obvious. IMHO, worse things are always conceivable. You’re not there yet if you can ask, “Which is worst, being a Satan snack, getting tossed in a lake of fire, or both at the same time?”
Exhibit B: What would you do with Osama Bin Laden if you had him in your basement? No dry sentence of a judge can possibly satisfy the American public as being bad enough, no matter how cruel and unusual it might be.
Exhibit C: Jonathan Edwards. The concepts described by this old-time preacher are not in themselves particularly novel. “You’re hanging over a lake of fire, God hates you and just hasn’t gotten around to casting you into it yet, but give it time boy…” Edwards gave a life and a reality to this conventional idea… so much so that some parishioners were unable to stand the agony and killed themselves. Edwards was an artist. The medium of some artists is music. Others use paint, and I for one like to write. Edwards was an artist of terror.
So it’s not really the concept; it’s how artfully the concept is rendered. If I could talk to you about a paper cut in such a way that you want to cut your finger and get it over with, I’d be a practitioner of the art. The subject matter could be worse, true, but I think any concept can be topped in “intrinsic awfulness.” It’s the artfulness of the rendering.
That last part is the actual bad part, the idea that pain and suffering awaits you no matter what you do in life.
That alone is the truely horrid part, the rest is just fluff. 
[Bart] Wouldn’t you just get used to it after a while, like a hot tub? [/Bart]
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I recall a certain short story called “Afraller”. A scientist discovered a substance that was extremely allergy-inducing, but only in blacks - “afraller”. Not fatal, just very irritating, like pepper spray. Before long, the word was out, and the stuff was easily available on streets. Naturally, white supremacists and other racist creeps were having a field day, with a grand goal of 100% while America, until it turned out that for whites, afraller was a lethal carcinogene with delayed effect.
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Com2Kid - True, I find the dread of impending pain much more intimidating than the actual pain. Kind of like hearing the dentist’s drill before he starts using it. But putting out a concept like “You’ll go to hell no matter what” without a description of the hell just didn’t seem as fun. Plus, it was my first opportunity to put down a vision of a hell into words. It was fun. Thanks.
Um, did I win?
Well, if you’re looking for a way to offend as many people as possible, nothing can touch the motto of alt.tasteless. Because this is MPSIMS, I shall enclose it in a spoiler box.
Fuck the skull of Jesus.
I’ve read that the some Russians actually thought that they could conquer the world by triggering a Nuke Winter. Aparently they would store food and keep a set of seed livestock in a safe place and set off bombs in Siberia. The big chill sets in and they don’t starve like everyone else. In fact they have food for anyone interested in being part of the new world order.
Pretty twisted idea.
That moment when you’re trying to get the stubborn grapefruit rind to go down the running garbage disposal and as it suddenly gives way you feel your hand following it down…
In Victorian times, most people found Darwin’s theory of Evolution to be pretty damn horrible.
For everyone, here’s a long chunk on this subject from one of my favorite novels, Beauty, by Sheri S.Tepper. I quote it frequently as my explanation for not reading horror. I don’t necessarily agree with her idea of past innocence, but i think she puts what she’s saying very well. The speaker is a woman from the 14th century, who is an innocent sacrifice in Hell.
*Time. There was a time, I remember a time, when certain things were said to be unthinkable. Persons did not dwell on these thoughts, they cast them aside, exorcising them by crossing themselves, by prayer, by recital of some formula which would wipe out the unthinkable thing. It did not do to dwell too much on such things. The darkness was too close. The reality of death was too near.
Later came science and electric lights, a time when people sitting in well-illuminated rooms said, “nonsense, we can conceive of anything at all”. Any disgusting, vomit-making thing. Any garbage. Any offal. Any violence, blood, evisceration, ripping open, heads flying with blood spurting, things emerging from inside the heart with the tissue ripping like paper and the tender inner places laid bare, no defense, no place to hide. “We can think of those things,” they said, with a chuckle, “We can think of them.”
There were times, I remember, when we said certain things were unspeakable. Fantasies too horrible for words. Imaginings too gross for description. Violence too inhuman to be put in human language. And then came those who said, “We can speak of it, we can say it, make stories of it, until there is nothing that is not there on the page for the eye to see, for the mind to comprehend, for the child in each of us to be corrupted and eternally tainted by.”
Innocence. Gone forever, with the unthinkable and the unspeakable. And innocent laughter gone as well. Now only the dirty giggle, the wicked snigger, the game of out-grossing, the playtime of the beasts.
So that when the real death stalks
When the real horror begins
It will all be familiar and we will be able to enjoy it. *
It was a rather nice description, thank you for sharing. 
Sorry, didn’t cause a mind fuck, heh. Well that and I have read that particular one before, Pies Anthony plays around with it a bit (Satan is the one true God who created mankind ::shudders:: Oh well, the satanist gets his in the end. )
Piers? That hack? I can’t believe he stole my idea. I used to bounce ideas off him all the time in college. And he STILL owes me money!
Sorry about not blowing your mind. It was the best I could do on short notice. I was hoping I’d give at least somebody bad dreams or the heebs tonight.
To tell the truth, there’s horrific things going on in this world right now that even the most twisted and talented author couldn’t dream up. School bombings so common that they don’t even make the front page any more, nuclear waste driving by your front door, and then there’s THIS one I heard on the radio while driving to work one morning: “Couple arrested for murdering their own 3-month-old infant. Arms and legs were amputated and stored in bags in the freezer, fingers chopped off and grilled on the stove, torso and entrails were soaking in the bathtub, and decapitated head found mangled in the blender.” I nearly had to pull over and retch. Almost makes you wanna divorce the human race, doesn’t it?
It pains me to know that the sicko serial killer minds out there can be more creative than our best horror writers. BTW, what are you planning to do with the Most Horrific Concept if you find it? I )))shudder((( at your response.
I’ve never become desensitised to the news story relating to the murder of James Bulger; every time I think about it my mind just wants to shut down to stop the anguish.