I think being stranded out in the middle of the ocean is intimidating. Whether a killer shark is after you, maybe the boat or ship is haunted. I’ve watched the game boy color game, Resident Evil Gaiden, and that game really sets the bar to me as to how scary being in the middle of nowhere in the ocean can be. With packs of zombies on board and a deadly bioweapon as well, with no way out.
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Trumps toilet bowl, surrounded by all thi gold opulence, like a Buddhist stupa and then all of a sudden…
At the bottom of a flooded cave. Cave-divers can do everything right and still die in a hole.
Immediately downwind from a wildfire in a dense forest. At the bottom of an elevator shaft, which has no headroom built in when the car descends. Inside an industrial oven or cooking vat that’s starting to heat up.
I dunno, there’s a lot of places out there where you would die, and that are big enough to fit you. You just have to pick one where you’d have enough time to be scared, first.
War. Having been in the Army, this is now why I’m anti-war. Nobody deserves that. Even if you’re a League of Legends fan.
This sentiment is a lot more common than you think. While it is true there’s no atheists in the foxholes, most of us were christians who believed we were going to Hell. Like most of us saw ourselves as the bad guys. It was pretty uncommon for guys there to think they’re good in any way.
We signed up for free college and now we’re in Iraq… why? What did Iraq do to us? Why are they the ‘bad guys’ in any way when we attacked first?
My favorite dark joke when I got back from the sandbox was commenting that I went to war for cheap gas, and that’s doubled in price.
Maybe more common than many think, but I know a lot of former servicemen. I struggle to think of one who has a positive perception of any of our military actions.
Nutty Putty. The answer is always Nutty Putty.
Was going to say this. Any of those cramped, cavernous places. Esp the ones that are underwater.
Deep inside a crater on the Moon, with your oxygen slowly running out and with no means of escaping
Gaza sounds pretty rough right now
Epstein’s island.
I’d be terrified of being teleported to a super high, tiny area, like the side of a cliff or the edge of a skyscraper or radio tower something. Any wrong move means you fall to your death, and it’s just a matter of time before you get tired enough to lose concentration for a brief second and…
I got a film for you:
Respectfully, Fuck. No.
I need to check my blood pressure after watching the trailer… I’m gonna go lay down. On the floor. In the basement.
Haha - I’m not even so bad with heights, but I physically recoiled from the screen the first time watching the trailer. I don’t think I can watch the movie
Ivy league frat house.
Just the regular bottom of the ocean as a bell diver for me.
Lost in a cave in the dark for me.
Cavedivers. Grrrr!
A shipping container in remote Antarctica, with a cake iced with the name of your kidnapper. Sooner or later you gotta eat that cake and the only evidence of who put you in there.
You’ve probably got time to smear the kidnappers name in poop before your freeze to death. Failing that, drawing blood with which to write should be relatively simple.
“The wall just says ‘Kevin.’” “You heard the man! Round up all the Kevins!”
Your own brain.
You create the most scariest thoughts yourself.
