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What are the worst cases of this you've seen in fiction?
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And I Must Scream
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Darth Vader.
This is how it feels to be Anakin Skywalker, forever:
The first dawn of light in your universe brings pain.
The light burns you. It will always burn you. Part of you will always lie upon black glass sand beside a lake of fire while flames chew upon your flesh. You can hear yourself breathing. It comes hard, and harsh, and it scrapes nerves already raw, but you cannot stop it. You can never stop it. You cannot even slow it down.
You don't even have lungs anymore.
Mechanisms hardwired into your chest breathe for you. They will pump oxygen into your bloodstream forever. Lord Vader? Lord Vader, can you hear me? And you can't, not in the way you once did. Sensors in the shell that prisons your head trickle meaning directly into your brain.
You open your scorched-pale eyes; optical sensors integrate light and shadow into a hideous simulacrum of the world around you.
Or perhaps the simulacrum is perfect, and it is the world that is hideous. Padme? Are you here? Are you all right? you try to say, but another voice speaks for you, out from the vocabulator that serves you for burned-away lips and tongue and throat.
"Padme? Are you here? Are you all right?" I'm very sorry, Lord Vader. I'm afraid she died. It seems in your anger, you killed her. This burns hotter than the lava had.
"No... no, it is not possible!" You loved her. You will always love her. You could never will her death.
Never.
But you remember...
You remember all of it.
You remember the dragon that you brought Vader forth from your heart to slay. You remember the cold venom in Vader's blood. You remember the furnace of Vader's fury, and the black hatred of seizing her throat to silence her lying mouth—
And there is one blazing moment in which you finally understand that there was no dragon. That there was no Vader. That there was only you. Only Anakin Skywalker.
That it was all you. Is you.
Only you.
You did it.
You killed her.
You killed her because, finally, when you could have saved her, when you could have gone away with her, when you could have been thinking about her, you were thinking about yourself... It is in this blazing moment that you finally understand the trap of the dark side, the final cruelty of the Sith—
Because now your self is all you will ever have.
And you rage and scream and reach through the Force to crush the shadow who has destroyed you, but you are so far less now than what you were, you are more than half machine, you are like a painter gone blind, a composer gone deaf, you can remember where the power was but the power you can touch is only a memory, and so with all your world-destroying fury it is only droids around you that implode, and equipment, and the table on which you were strapped shatters, and in the end, you cannot touch the shadow.
In the end, you do not even want to.
In the end, the shadow is all you have left.
Because the shadow understands you, the shadow forgives you, the shadow gathers you unto itself — And within your furnace heart, you burn in your own flame.
This is how it feels to be Anakin Skywalker. Forever.
This is how it feels to be Anakin Skywalker, forever:
The first dawn of light in your universe brings pain.
The light burns you. It will always burn you. Part of you will always lie upon black glass sand beside a lake of fire while flames chew upon your flesh. You can hear yourself breathing. It comes hard, and harsh, and it scrapes nerves already raw, but you cannot stop it. You can never stop it. You cannot even slow it down.
You don't even have lungs anymore.
Mechanisms hardwired into your chest breathe for you. They will pump oxygen into your bloodstream forever. Lord Vader? Lord Vader, can you hear me? And you can't, not in the way you once did. Sensors in the shell that prisons your head trickle meaning directly into your brain.
You open your scorched-pale eyes; optical sensors integrate light and shadow into a hideous simulacrum of the world around you.
Or perhaps the simulacrum is perfect, and it is the world that is hideous. Padme? Are you here? Are you all right? you try to say, but another voice speaks for you, out from the vocabulator that serves you for burned-away lips and tongue and throat.
"Padme? Are you here? Are you all right?" I'm very sorry, Lord Vader. I'm afraid she died. It seems in your anger, you killed her. This burns hotter than the lava had.
"No... no, it is not possible!" You loved her. You will always love her. You could never will her death.
Never.
But you remember...
You remember all of it.
You remember the dragon that you brought Vader forth from your heart to slay. You remember the cold venom in Vader's blood. You remember the furnace of Vader's fury, and the black hatred of seizing her throat to silence her lying mouth—
And there is one blazing moment in which you finally understand that there was no dragon. That there was no Vader. That there was only you. Only Anakin Skywalker.
That it was all you. Is you.
Only you.
You did it.
You killed her.
You killed her because, finally, when you could have saved her, when you could have gone away with her, when you could have been thinking about her, you were thinking about yourself... It is in this blazing moment that you finally understand the trap of the dark side, the final cruelty of the Sith—
Because now your self is all you will ever have.
And you rage and scream and reach through the Force to crush the shadow who has destroyed you, but you are so far less now than what you were, you are more than half machine, you are like a painter gone blind, a composer gone deaf, you can remember where the power was but the power you can touch is only a memory, and so with all your world-destroying fury it is only droids around you that implode, and equipment, and the table on which you were strapped shatters, and in the end, you cannot touch the shadow.
In the end, you do not even want to.
In the end, the shadow is all you have left.
Because the shadow understands you, the shadow forgives you, the shadow gathers you unto itself — And within your furnace heart, you burn in your own flame.
This is how it feels to be Anakin Skywalker. Forever.
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Kars eventually stopped thinking.
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Being trapped whole inside a coal formation for months causing the mind to be broken to the point where you have to learn the most basic functions again.
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The Flash making Inercia into a living statue via stealing their speed, putting them into a musseum and making them stare at a statue of someone they killed.
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Comics Flash sounds like a bit of an asshole.
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All superheroes are assholes, tbf.
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Inercia killed his cousin and was a giant jackass, if anything he deserved it.
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Agni (Fire Punch):
He lives in a world that is slowly being frozen over due to the actions of the generation before him. Society has collapsed. His "Blessing" grants him the power of super Regenerationn. Limbs, organs, flesh, all of it can be regenerated nigh instantly. Because of this, he offers himself as the livestock to his starving village. Meaning everyday he lets himself be chopped up so he can feed his people. Eventually, a nut job cult comes rolling in, sees that their eating human flesh, assumes their cannibals (which they technically are), and their leader uses his Blessing to light Agni and his village on fire.
His fire is special in that it never goes out until whatever it's burning is turned to ash. Agni's regen is super fast. He cannot die and is in a constant state of burning. Just as he is about to mentally shut down his regen and allow himself to die to end the pain, his sister, who has a much weaker form of regen, comes crawling towards him, little more than a charred corpse, and encourages him to live on.
Agni agonizes over her request, but follows through. He spends the next 8 years burning in the smothering ash heap that was his village, and eventually manages to control himself long enough to learn how to walk, and then how to run, an then how to fight. He's still constantly burning, and lives in constant agony, but his sisters last request pushes him to keep living, and eventually he settles on going on a revenge quest against the man who wronged.
Several other horrible, ****** up things happen to him on this journey, but it's be gratuitous to keep on talking.
Fire Punch is the story of a man trying to live on after he loses everything he has to live for, and it's nothing short of tragic.
He lives in a world that is slowly being frozen over due to the actions of the generation before him. Society has collapsed. His "Blessing" grants him the power of super Regenerationn. Limbs, organs, flesh, all of it can be regenerated nigh instantly. Because of this, he offers himself as the livestock to his starving village. Meaning everyday he lets himself be chopped up so he can feed his people. Eventually, a nut job cult comes rolling in, sees that their eating human flesh, assumes their cannibals (which they technically are), and their leader uses his Blessing to light Agni and his village on fire.
His fire is special in that it never goes out until whatever it's burning is turned to ash. Agni's regen is super fast. He cannot die and is in a constant state of burning. Just as he is about to mentally shut down his regen and allow himself to die to end the pain, his sister, who has a much weaker form of regen, comes crawling towards him, little more than a charred corpse, and encourages him to live on.
Agni agonizes over her request, but follows through. He spends the next 8 years burning in the smothering ash heap that was his village, and eventually manages to control himself long enough to learn how to walk, and then how to run, an then how to fight. He's still constantly burning, and lives in constant agony, but his sisters last request pushes him to keep living, and eventually he settles on going on a revenge quest against the man who wronged.
Several other horrible, ****** up things happen to him on this journey, but it's be gratuitous to keep on talking.
Fire Punch is the story of a man trying to live on after he loses everything he has to live for, and it's nothing short of tragic.
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Another one I remembered. There was this antagonist who was an immortal and was at odds against another immortal. He's ultimately defeated by having air injected into his neck, which leaves him paralyzed forever. And I mean it when I say forever.
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To preface mine, read up on Dreadnoughts of 40k.
To summarize: Grievously wounded Space Marines will often be encased in Dreadnoughts for their survival. They often don't even really have bodies by then, only being some organs and a brain wired up to the machine. Being in one is shitty enough, never being able to leave again and being even more dethatched from humanity than you already are. On the plus side, you're now at least tier 6, are extremely revered and well respected, and can sleep for centuries until you're needed for battle or council.
Well, there was an inquisitor who defected to Chaos, and ordered an Exterminatus on a random planet so he could sacrifice their entire population to Chaos. It worked, and billions/trillions (don't remember) had their souls whisked off to whichever god that guy was aligned with. He was caught later by the imperium. What did they do to him? Took a dreadnaught chassis, took off all the connections, and modified it to force him to stay awake forever. These things can sustain people for tens of thousands of years with no stopping, he has no senses, no motion, nothing but the endless madness of his own thoughts. Even sleep is impossible.
Yeah, 40k invented the whole "grim dark" thing for a reason. I should probably type something on The Warp in general at some point.
To summarize: Grievously wounded Space Marines will often be encased in Dreadnoughts for their survival. They often don't even really have bodies by then, only being some organs and a brain wired up to the machine. Being in one is shitty enough, never being able to leave again and being even more dethatched from humanity than you already are. On the plus side, you're now at least tier 6, are extremely revered and well respected, and can sleep for centuries until you're needed for battle or council.
Well, there was an inquisitor who defected to Chaos, and ordered an Exterminatus on a random planet so he could sacrifice their entire population to Chaos. It worked, and billions/trillions (don't remember) had their souls whisked off to whichever god that guy was aligned with. He was caught later by the imperium. What did they do to him? Took a dreadnaught chassis, took off all the connections, and modified it to force him to stay awake forever. These things can sustain people for tens of thousands of years with no stopping, he has no senses, no motion, nothing but the endless madness of his own thoughts. Even sleep is impossible.
Yeah, 40k invented the whole "grim dark" thing for a reason. I should probably type something on The Warp in general at some point.
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I posted this in the hax character thread but it's suitable here too (Excalibur Umbra):
Imagine dedicating your life to fighting for a prestigious society you revere, to only then be forcefully and painfully made into a discount-flood puppet by one of the commanders you served all the while they gloated about it to you on your deathbed.
To make matters worse, your child that spent years worshiping you and following in your footsteps is right there beside you and you are being told by your commander that you are going to kill your child, and he makes you do it against your will.
Think this is bad enough? Well, now you have your memory wiped, except for the single memory of you killing the person you loved most, and this will be the only memory you will have as a flesh puppet, forever.
Talk about heart-wrenching.
Imagine dedicating your life to fighting for a prestigious society you revere, to only then be forcefully and painfully made into a discount-flood puppet by one of the commanders you served all the while they gloated about it to you on your deathbed.
To make matters worse, your child that spent years worshiping you and following in your footsteps is right there beside you and you are being told by your commander that you are going to kill your child, and he makes you do it against your will.
Think this is bad enough? Well, now you have your memory wiped, except for the single memory of you killing the person you loved most, and this will be the only memory you will have as a flesh puppet, forever.
Talk about heart-wrenching.
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Aatrox
Spent almost his entire life fighting as a god warrior, one of the most respected of his era, with armies of soldiers and other god warriors rallying when he went into combat. Eventually he was forced to fight against a reality corrupting force known as the Void, and while he was able to drive it back, he along with the other god warriors who fought against it were permanently corrupted mentally, physically, and spiritually. This quickly caused a civil war between all of the god warriors that were corrupted, nearly bringing about an end to the world he fought so long and hard to protect. The result of this war ended in him being ripped from his mortal body and sealed into the very weapon he carried in battle for so long, unable to move but fully aware of everything that is happening around him, and only able to take form by possessing those who try to pick up his sword and only for a limited time as his power quickly kills anyone he possesses. He has been doing this for millenia, and will continue to do so until the end of time as he can now never die and can never return to his former glory as it was erased on a conceptual level, and not even Death itself can kill him. He's been going through this hell for so long that he now solely clings to a blind hope: if he can drive all of creation into a final, apocalyptic battle—where all of reality is destroyed—then maybe he and the blade will also cease to exist and he can finally die.
Spent almost his entire life fighting as a god warrior, one of the most respected of his era, with armies of soldiers and other god warriors rallying when he went into combat. Eventually he was forced to fight against a reality corrupting force known as the Void, and while he was able to drive it back, he along with the other god warriors who fought against it were permanently corrupted mentally, physically, and spiritually. This quickly caused a civil war between all of the god warriors that were corrupted, nearly bringing about an end to the world he fought so long and hard to protect. The result of this war ended in him being ripped from his mortal body and sealed into the very weapon he carried in battle for so long, unable to move but fully aware of everything that is happening around him, and only able to take form by possessing those who try to pick up his sword and only for a limited time as his power quickly kills anyone he possesses. He has been doing this for millenia, and will continue to do so until the end of time as he can now never die and can never return to his former glory as it was erased on a conceptual level, and not even Death itself can kill him. He's been going through this hell for so long that he now solely clings to a blind hope: if he can drive all of creation into a final, apocalyptic battle—where all of reality is destroyed—then maybe he and the blade will also cease to exist and he can finally die.
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Sorry to ask, but by scream do you guys mean really sad moments ?
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https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/Main/AndIMustScream
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For someone who doesn't know what Kars's story is. He got knocked into space by a volcano's eruption and then got stuck into space. Being a type 1 Immortal, he is still alive and got frozen in space, unable to move. Eventually, he stopped thinking.
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I'm glad you kept the iconic line in that summary.
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Other than Kars, there was that one dude from Bleach who suffered for what felt like thousands of years slowly being impaled in constant pain. It also isn't exactly the same, but Red Reality or SCP-3001 is horribly ****** up in the same veign
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Oh god i completely forgot about 3001
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Actually, funnily enough, 682 would fall under this category
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Dark Sun Gwyndoli
He's slowly getting eaten alive by the time the player reaches him, while still being half-conscious and not being able to do anything.
He's slowly getting eaten alive by the time the player reaches him, while still being half-conscious and not being able to do anything.
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@Weekly
Would that slow burning sloth also count as this?
Would that slow burning sloth also count as this?
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Kek, I couldn't call myself a JoJo fan if I didn't.
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@Iapitus The who what now?
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SCP-2774WeeklyBattles said:
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Originally had a family during the first rendition of the multiverse that was wiped away while he was forced to watch while trapped inside the Grand Chamber of Sutkak, was then chosen to help with making changes to the new multiverse and in trying to help humanity, he was punished, his consciousness ripped from his body, his body cast down into the world, unable to die, unable to return to his true form, with 343 imbuing all of humanity with an intense feeling of fear and a wanting of death for 682 at all times, to the point that 682 went from loving and wanting to help humanity to seeing them as horrifying abominations that need to be destroyed.
To summarize 682's existence in a single quote:
The Exile is futility and absurdity in flesh. The Exile is the workman, stomped upon by the nobility, the wanderer turned away from shelter, the child ignored by the parent, the lover abandoned, injustice visited. The Exile, reborn and turned back from Summer in perpetuity, swims in the pains of birth and death, struggling to reach equilibrium when none is to be found. Only when it awakens, when it is conscious, when it sees the truth of its eternal struggle, will it turn its pain to scorn and return it thrice-nine-fold. There is no struggle that cannot be overcome by scorn. No obstacle that cannot be brushed aside by rage and righteous indignation. When justice is served it will be served in fire and sharpened stone.
Originally had a family during the first rendition of the multiverse that was wiped away while he was forced to watch while trapped inside the Grand Chamber of Sutkak, was then chosen to help with making changes to the new multiverse and in trying to help humanity, he was punished, his consciousness ripped from his body, his body cast down into the world, unable to die, unable to return to his true form, with 343 imbuing all of humanity with an intense feeling of fear and a wanting of death for 682 at all times, to the point that 682 went from loving and wanting to help humanity to seeing them as horrifying abominations that need to be destroyed.
To summarize 682's existence in a single quote:
The Exile is futility and absurdity in flesh. The Exile is the workman, stomped upon by the nobility, the wanderer turned away from shelter, the child ignored by the parent, the lover abandoned, injustice visited. The Exile, reborn and turned back from Summer in perpetuity, swims in the pains of birth and death, struggling to reach equilibrium when none is to be found. Only when it awakens, when it is conscious, when it sees the truth of its eternal struggle, will it turn its pain to scorn and return it thrice-nine-fold. There is no struggle that cannot be overcome by scorn. No obstacle that cannot be brushed aside by rage and righteous indignation. When justice is served it will be served in fire and sharpened stone.
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Hey, I was going to use that!The real cal howard said:
Only other character I can think of that isn't from JoJo would probably be Downfall Timeline Ganondorf or Dahlia Hawthorn (from Ace Attorney). Also, Zeref if characters that eventually managed to end their suffering count.
