Itching. Hell is full of mosquitoes and ragweed and shorthaired dogs like dobermans. Dobermans with fleas that won't wash away no matter how many times you douse them with horrid hospital laundry soap that just adds to the itching. Hell hath no razors to trim my CeilingCat forsaken leg hair. I would grow hair out my bum like some ugly ethnic man and sprout a big hairy dong. There would be hair coming out my nose and ears and poison ivy, bees and stinging nettles everywhere. The temperature would shift rapidly at random intervals a few hours to a few days apart. From -10*C to 35 C in a few minutes. Then stay unbearably sweaty for a few hours or days. Then back to freezing cold again in a minute or so. Then the evil supermosquitoes and spiders would chew on me again. Some creepy midget would be sucking on my toes with curry breath and itchy drool for 8 or so hours every day. I would have my period forever. Cramps and cramps. Clots and clots coming out of my disgusting itchy bushy penis and no soap. Never any soap. They never stop pounding the roads with jackhammers. All I would hear would be jackhammers pounding and dumping stinky tar and sulfur everywhere. I'd be wearing cheap metal jewelry and growing itchy weeping allergic welts from it. I wouldn't be able to remove it. I'd be obese and shamble around under the weight of my own fat itchy hairy flesh scratching the imaginary itch up my nose with my gnarled hook of a half paralyzed hand. I would bleed and itch like my batshit mother.
O.O Mom is there too. She's covered in parasite infested pigeons. They flutter as she reaches out to share them with me, dropping their lice and shitting all up her mangled sagging arm. She tells me over and over again how she needs me to go get her nurse to wipe her ass for her.
Systematic stated: source post
Lost in a endless, repeating version of the Yangeon Bus Station in Myanmar(Burma)
...okay, this as my groundhog day setting with the currency exchange we found being just as closed as all the other ones would be it. That was just awful, and you are highly underselling just how bad it felt.
TRG stated: source post
yes. and yours is working for a living? you lazy bitch ;)
It is and I am. Adulting is hard dammit!
My first response was going to be that such a hell does not exist, but I pondered more and came up with a little hell away from hell.
Basically, it would have to be a waiting room with two doors, one to hell and another to heaven. Above them both there would be lights, green turned on would indicate the opening of the door and mine further demise or salvation. There would be no clocks or windows to keep track of time. I wouldn't know when and if either of the doors would be opened.
I dislike in betweens, so having to sit there and wait would torture me greatly. After a while I would get used to the situation a bit and start hoping that neither of the doors would open. So, at the same time I would be suffering in waiting and hating the idea of the wait coming to and end. No way to cope.
I haven't decided yet if this place would be my hell for eternity or it would be a long albeit temporary stay before moving onto the next level.