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STABASS
Apr 18, 2009

Fun Shoe
sounds like a sickening and heartbreaking truth op

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Bula Vinaka
Oct 21, 2020

beach side
In the last 500 years, the Fourth Stimpire has dominated four systems, which it has united into one starzone, Stimsis. The Fourth Stimpire has origins from the Ten Empire War in which 10 of the United Stimpires revolted against each rules. All empires except for the fourth swore freedom upon their citizens. There is no free speech in the Fourth Stimpire, and all self-controlled transportation has been made illegal without undergoing painful medical verification methods, in which arteries are severed without pain resistant, operated entirely by machines. The way they work claim to be the most hygenic and healthy way possible, but these machines often rub against pain points, causing great deals of pain to patients. The heart is then extracted from the body and placed into a glass grinding machine. Various energy centers are also dissected and replaced with dangerous transplants. After the painful, 52 hour surgical procedure, patients will then have to use a fused guidance tool, which pumps painful resistors into the body every 2 hours. The pain they have caused is so bad, the victim would freeze in a tense position. They would then collapse afterwards.

Sexual stimulation in any way within the grounds of the Fourth Stimpire is strictly prohibited, and anyone detected even touching their sexual organs will be subjected to a penectomy or if the offender was a female, they would then have a razor inserted into their ovaries. They would pump a blue solution into the womb until the stitchings burst. Offenders would also be forced to show their operated areas in public, and they would always harass and punch them to a pulp, against their will.

Otherwise, offenders would be tazed with the worst type of electricity in the systematic district, causing so much pain, the victim would scream and flail in madness. The pain would also triple every second, but no death would be incurred. This is also used in combat against enemy units, which is why all UEE forces must wear the upgraded suit to block this effect.

However, enertainment is also questionable in UEE grounds. Sporting events end with the losing team being rounded into a grinder and shredded on live television, boxing matches end with the loser having their hands removed without anasthesia, flight races would end with the losers having their arms and legs removed, then being injected with insanity, for entertainment. People are also forced into these events, by undergoing a painful 127 hour procedure which involves tweaking the muscles so they will not listen to brain commands, and then having a painful drug injected which also causes madness if the player is not sporting. This is all for entertainment, and anyone not watching any of it during sporting times and cheering for the winning team, they will be imprisoned into galactic camps.

Snuff films are also broadcast, and actors are actually murdered just for entertainment. Stealth droids also guide these forced actors into behaving exactly as the director dreams, otherwise they will be punished by being placed into a macerator and having their execution written into the film. Any film that does not feature someone being murdered will be burned and the entire crew behind it will be executed in the most grotesque way possible - vivisection.

All executions are broadcast, and anyone who misses even a millisecond, even by blinking, will be executed. All citizens must boo to the person being executed, and the family is gathered to be injected with eternators, which cause pain forever, making them immoral but feeling the pain tenfold every millisecond. They cannot pass out, but they will feel like it forever.

Conquests by this Stimpire end in the planet being razed, and all the citizens being executed in the same way as their citizens are. The planet is then destroyed and all remnants of it are removed, and any memories of it will be erased instantly from civil minds. People who are also killed are also erased from memories, and all memories of them, including toys and pictures, are destroyed.

Prisoners undergo 40,000 years of relentless and endless labor, and anyone not complying is sentenced to the eternator injection. All prisoners injected with eternators are placed into capsules and launched into far space, then the room is closed tight to ensure maximum insanity. Some prisoners are also subjected to the removal of blood, the lungs, the liver, the genitals, the skeleton, the muscles, the eyes, and even the injection of pressure. Prisoners sentenced to pressure chambers are locked in until they are inflated to a high level. The decompression is then stopped to make sure they are inflated and uncomfortable.

Children born on the 14th of July are subjected to the removal of their skeleton and an implant of a silver liquid to replace it. The nervous sysem is also injected in various parts to ensure it is five times more sensitive than the average.

Restaurants also are ordered to serve civil meat, and anyone attending must give themself up to be cooked into a grotesque meal. They are cooked alive, undergoing extreme pain, and are then subjected to industrial grinders and blenders. The Stimpire orders at least 1 million citizens to be dispatched every day, as they are afraid the population may overthrow them. But only one planet is cared for, and the rest are banned from eating, drinking, talking, using technology, touching anyone, wearing unauthorized clothes, touching buildings, or walking a centimeter out of designated routes. Civil enforcers are on every planet, and they are engineered so that they are 40 times larger than the 300 quadrillion population. At least 7 billion die every 12 hours under this rule.

Thoughts are also surveyed, and anyone who does not think anything to loving the Stimpire with more than their capabilities will be sentenced to a prison. Prisoners who are punished for this violation will meet their greatest fear, only to have it amplified so they will turn insane as they imagine it exactly as they fear it. They then undergo a painful extraction of all fluids, to be replaced by a toxin which causes permanent irritation. The unknown substance keeps the subject aging normally, except they will never die. Prisoners punished in this way are unable to be reverted, despite many efforts, and they will never be able to be disposed.

The sickening truths have been revealed only today, and invigilation teams are still investigating the truths without setting foot in the galactic space of this sickening empire.

Colonel Cancer
Sep 26, 2015

Tune into the fireplace channel, you absolute buffoon
Lol I can't wait to get my skeleton removed

Yaldabaoth
Oct 9, 2012

by Azathoth

This is what the world would be like if the guy who wrote this story was God Emperor.

Though he would probably cum himself to death shortly after making his ultimate fetish a reality.

Xenocides
Jan 14, 2008

This world looks very scary....


The Stimpire is the best snuff fetish story.

Colonel Cancer
Sep 26, 2015

Tune into the fireplace channel, you absolute buffoon
Eh it's a bit weak on plot, I prefer the Bible

Nigmaetcetera
Nov 17, 2004

borkborkborkmorkmorkmork-gabbalooins
I genuinely want to see more fourth stimpire stuff. I want to know what’s happened there since the first post.

Yaldabaoth
Oct 9, 2012

by Azathoth

Nigmaetcetera posted:

I genuinely want to see more fourth stimpire stuff. I want to know what’s happened there since the first post.

I'm assuming the author started torturing small animals and got arrested when he moved on to people, which is why we haven't heard anything since.

Colonel Cancer
Sep 26, 2015

Tune into the fireplace channel, you absolute buffoon
He wrote a middling quality scifantasy series that are now being made into a high budget violence porn game of thrones clone

Bula Vinaka
Oct 21, 2020

beach side

Nigmaetcetera posted:

I genuinely want to see more fourth stimpire stuff. I want to know what’s happened there since the first post.

The guy who did the "juggler" comic does commissions, maybe we could crowdsource a commission for 4th stimpire? Then fans can really get off in it! :hehe:

Bula Vinaka
Oct 21, 2020

beach side
Like, remember how goons crowdsourced a poo poo eating video? :D

(Apparently made by the same people who made whatever video 2girls1cup came from.)

Blue Footed Booby
Oct 4, 2006

got those happy feet

CPL593H posted:

I learned to stop reading short stories linked in GBS by goons after I read a sci-fi story about a guy's wife turning him into a girl against his will and making him a sex slave who is constantly on edge and can never get off.

Also, I now understand that it's probably some kind of fetish thing.

How the poo poo could you not realize that was a fetish story?!

syntaxfunction
Oct 27, 2010
The scariest story on this forum is the Star Citizen thread. A descent into madness in earnest.

ChunTheUnavoidable
Sep 27, 2021

Whenever I see a star citizen guy post about what he wants from the game it seems like it would make more sense for them to just read a science fiction book or something

Good Sphere
Jun 16, 2018

I've thought about these things, like some kind of futuristic punishment where they'd put someone's brain in a machine where they experience extreme torture for trillions of years in a few weeks, and any time they achieve tolerance or letting go, it would switch things up to keep it fresh.

I believe something like this could someday be possible, but just the fact that any type of suffering can exist makes me feel like the universe is fundamentally flawed if its an anomaly. If there's a creator, then it's either an irresponsible mistake, or really cruel.

Colonel Cancer
Sep 26, 2015

Tune into the fireplace channel, you absolute buffoon
That's just Christian hell though lol

Ramrod Hotshot
May 30, 2003

syntaxfunction posted:

The scariest story on this forum is the Star Citizen thread. A descent into madness in earnest.

I haven't checked in there for a few years. It honestly seemed like they were becoming more of a cult than the actual Star Citizen userbase.

A classic example of goons getting more owned than the thing they're owning :q:

Lil Swamp Booger Baby
Aug 1, 1981

I read the story out of curiosity just now and it was boring af and sucked balls, gonna go back to reading Stardance instead about a chick who dances in space to communicate with aliens.

the holy poopacy
May 16, 2009

hey! check this out
Fun Shoe

Good Sphere posted:

I've thought about these things, like some kind of futuristic punishment where they'd put someone's brain in a machine where they experience extreme torture for trillions of years in a few weeks, and any time they achieve tolerance or letting go, it would switch things up to keep it fresh.

I believe something like this could someday be possible, but just the fact that any type of suffering can exist makes me feel like the universe is fundamentally flawed if its an anomaly. If there's a creator, then it's either an irresponsible mistake, or really cruel.

Reminds me of a story I saw floating around in the form of a fake wiki article about one of the first people to have their mind digitized in a form that could be copied and run in machine simulations.

The article noted that this particular mind-copy was useful in research and commercial work, because unlike later mind-copies who had a better idea of what was coming, he was always initially happy and excited to be in a computer simulation instead of being horrified and despairing of his fate.

Colonel Cancer
Sep 26, 2015

Tune into the fireplace channel, you absolute buffoon
https://qntm.org/mmacevedo

It owns.

flubber nuts
Oct 5, 2005



this owns. too short though.

flubber nuts fucked around with this message at 07:21 on Feb 22, 2022

Good Sphere
Jun 16, 2018

the holy poopacy posted:

Reminds me of a story I saw floating around in the form of a fake wiki article about one of the first people to have their mind digitized in a form that could be copied and run in machine simulations.

The article noted that this particular mind-copy was useful in research and commercial work, because unlike later mind-copies who had a better idea of what was coming, he was always initially happy and excited to be in a computer simulation instead of being horrified and despairing of his fate.

That’s actually really interesting. Their brains were like gold.

TastyAvocado
Dec 9, 2009

This is a million times better than the garbage the OP wanted.

Bula Vinaka
Oct 21, 2020

beach side

TastyAvocado posted:

This is a million times better than the garbage the OP wanted.

i seen that already on black mirror

go play outside Skyler
Nov 7, 2005



I really loved this, thanks

Nooner
Mar 26, 2011

AN A+ OPSTER (:

Bula Vinaka posted:

Like, remember how goons crowdsourced a poo poo eating video? :D

(Apparently made by the same people who made whatever video 2girls1cup came from.)

This is probably the coolest goon success story

OhAreThey
Oct 12, 2012

I like your nurse's uniform, guy.

Good Sphere posted:

I've thought about these things, like some kind of futuristic punishment where they'd put someone's brain in a machine where they experience extreme torture for trillions of years in a few weeks, and any time they achieve tolerance or letting go, it would switch things up to keep it fresh.

I believe something like this could someday be possible, but just the fact that any type of suffering can exist makes me feel like the universe is fundamentally flawed if its an anomaly. If there's a creator, then it's either an irresponsible mistake, or really cruel.

Look up "Roko's Basilisk".

I am required to tell you that by learning about Roku's Basilisk, you're damning yourself to eternal torment, so, uh, trigger warning.

Blurry Gray Thing
Jun 3, 2009

OhAreThey posted:

Look up "Roko's Basilisk".

I am required to tell you that by learning about Roku's Basilisk, you're damning yourself to eternal torment, so, uh, trigger warning.
You'll only be tortured if you don't help it happen, and, IMO, posting should count as help.

It's the best kind of help most of us can offer.

syntaxfunction
Oct 27, 2010
Roko's Basilisk is weird self-wankery akin to the Stimpire story if it was fueled by philosophy degrees.

Make me biofuel Basilisk mummy.

Greg of Doom
Dec 22, 2021

by sebmojo
Midgets, dwarves, or “Little People” as they supposedly like to be called are a very deceptive “race” of folk.

We assume them to be a sorry breed, all short and deformed, but this is a conspiracy as big as things like the Illuminati, Skull and Bones, Freemasons or the Club of Rome.

They are in fact a race of the richest people in the world who live underground, usually under hills, and some may even have their fingers in some very powerful and conspiratorial pies.

Who would breed if they knew their offspring would be all short and deformed? No One!

Who would let two deformed people breed in the knowledge their offspring too would suffer their fate? No One!

Yet these folk still walk the earth. Why?

The truth is its not that they are deformed humans, or Homo Sapiens, but another race of humanoids, breeding in the shadows of the fact that sometimes genes do odd things, using Real disability as their disguise.

They have bred, and passed down their knowledge and wealth, generation to generation for thousands of years, living outside of our normal circles and ways, possibly plotting diabolical schemes, or laughing at us.

They have become a watching eye, knowing us unlike we do, watching from outside and learning. This is why they are powerful to those in the seats of power and corruption, those with their fingers always on “the button”

They have become wildly wealthy in there subterranean worlds, a weath unseen by us surface dwellers , selling their knowledge and hording their gold, jewels and precious gems and idols.

And we are taught by those in power that they are like us, just a little “different”, but Why? Who would want to hide the truth? Statistics from the “pseudo medical”, and totaly conspiratorial https://www.dwarfism.org , watch how they blame it on genes, watch how they manipulate and use our science against us: Estimated Worldwide Dwarf Population: There are many conditions and diseases that can cause short stature. Some of these conditions involve a primary bone disorder - the bones do not grow and develop normally. These conditions are called skeletal dysplasia. Over 500 specific skeletal dysplasias have been identified. Of these, Achondroplasia is the most common, affecting about 80% of all Little People. An individual with Achondroplasia has disproportionate short stature. It occurs in all races and with equal frequency in males and females, and affects about one in every 40,000 children (this was the most conservative estimate available). World Population as of (6/6/2002) = 6,250,000,000 (6,250,000,000 / 40,000) / 0.8 = 195,313 Little People (Worldwide)

More than 195,313 of these “people” existed in 2002, I am forced to wonder how many currently haunt the deeper recesses of our globe?.

What is their agenda , what do they want from us, or more frighteningly, what do they want to become of us?

They are rarely seen on the surface, and when they are they have an air of power and potent mental control, You will see the way that people try not to look at them or ignore them and try to act like its not “different” or “strange” , this is their “olde majik” at play in our minds , trying to make us never see them , like they are invisible so they can get on with their plotting , reconsissace and deviant behavior.

The time is now for war, people, to stand up and storm the underworld.

If not now when? Wen its too late?

We need to shout so loud that they can no longer hide from our critical and prying eyes, from our uncomfortable staring and mocking children, so they can no longer hide from the awful truth!

I bid you good day!

George H.W. Cunt
Oct 6, 2010





This is the prequel to the stimpire in my head canon

quote:

hot liquid poo poo splashing up and speckling my white bottom

a man dips his fingers in fetid rear end sweat and smears a line of it on my forehead.

"RAZOR" he murmurs

a cleansing dive into sparkling yellow piss waters, light at the top yet brown near the bottom. i plunge deep and feel the saltiness enter my pores.

a field of partially congealed cum on grass. before it continues to gel, i leap and splay myself out on the ground, nude. i wave my arms and legs, making the snape of an angel.

i am led down a darkened hallway and through a metal door that screams as it opens and closes. i sit down in an old wooden chair with a light above me and wait. soon he appears. helpers flank him, and then grip my face and hold my mouth open. the man leans forward, plugs one nostril, and blows the contents of his nasal cavity into my eager mouth.

because my face is strapped so tightly to the rear end of this man, the poo poo he pushes out is forced to go over, around, and under my eye sockets after they rapidly become full of feces. i grind my face a little, to enjoy the smooshing sensation.

my penis stings greatly from the regurgitated stomach acids, but my joy overpowers the negative sensation. the scent of heineken and sourness fills the air.

he is strapped down over a table, blindfolded and gagged. a courtesan hands me a cheese grater and motions me towards his waiting rear end. mounds upon mounds of swollen, pus filled acne await me on twin rounded fields of flesh. i drop to my knees and hold my mouth open so as to enjoy any incidental splashing, and then i begin working on him with the grater.

my eyes are irritated as endless flakes of dead skin float down into them, but the visine helps mitigate the worst of it. my erection grows ever harder as i watch the crusty foot directly above my face get worked over with the file. soon all of the callous will be broken up and spread over me.

the side rooms are filled with aged and diseased men of all walks of life. the only unifying factor among them is that they have all contracted the most recent strain of cold virus, and each cough from them produces a hefty amount of phlegm. upon entering, they crowd around me and hold me down onto the ground. my clothes are rapidly stripped away, and the process begins. the air is filled with a cacophony of horks and coughs, and i close my eyes. all across my body i can feel points of warmth as phlegm and bile are projected onto me.

a melange of feces and vomit make the floor slick and difficult to traverse but, then again, that's the point. around the room are men sitting on benches, and beside each of them is a small bucket full of nerf footballs. i enter the room and they begin hurling them at me. you are instructed to dodge to the best of your abilities, but are expected to fall into the frothy mixture on the floor in short order. upon falling, i purposefully roll around to slather as much of it onto my skin as possible.

the men on the top floor are chained to prevent their escape, and some are in fact strapped down so as to prevent any movement. all have leprosy and are in various stages of decay, and i am invited to insert my tongue into the gaping wound of a man not far from his final rest. it is hot and fetid, yet drier on the inside than i would have expected. i work some salvia into the gaping hole to enhance the experience.

"you may experience discomfort", the courtesan informs me. the pumping mechanism is now tightly strapped to my body, and the catheter has been violently shoved all the way in. some say it is a life changing experience to have the urine of another man forcibly pumped into your own bladder, and i eagerly look forward to seeing if this is true

i roll the dry balls of poo poo around in my mouth. these have been left to sit for a day, and even right after being produced they were quite dry. there is still some softness to them, some moisture within. i bite down, and the sensation of crumbling poo poo fills my mouth. i spit out the hard flecks of undigested matter and continue to chew.

in the mirror, i see that the veins in my neck are engorged as i try to push out any remaining feces. it is a thrill to know that this feces is not mine, and yet i am still passing it through my system. my throat is still quite irritated from the intubation process, and it is still bizarre feeling the hot lumps pass through said tube into my mouth, down my throat, and into my gut to be re-processed by my own intestines.

in the morning, i do not feel well. the exertions of the previous night and the inability of my body to handle so much foreign material has taken its toll. i try to liven myself up in the piss showers, and my spirits are lifted, but the nausea remains. an attendant brings me a smoothy for breakfast, and i hungrily sip from the straw. a strange flavor, but this trip is about new experiences. i ask the attendant what's in it, and he describes a fetid mixture of pus and cum. i smile as he leaves. "they think of everything", i muse.

today is the main event. my prostate will be forcibly manipulated until every last drop of semen is pumped out of my body and into an incision that the on-site physician has made in my right bicep. there is some swelling around the injection site, but i have been prescribed advil.

i have some time to spare, so i stroll over to the penetration room. from behind a two way mirror, i watch an army of men pump in and out of each other in a room that has long since been sealed shut. the only thing pumped in is oxygen. the men have been told that they must continue to gently caress and thrust or they will be deprived of that last comfort. no fighting is allowed, and the last man left alive will be free to go. a lie, of course. currently fifteen men are left, with perhaps a dozen corpses around them. they do not know or care if the people they continue to thrust in and out of are alive. some of the corpses have been mutilated quite badly, and have perhaps a litre of semen in their decaying stomachs.

blood is perhaps the most common lubricant used, and in fact has become some sort of currency. some men are lured into oral sex, only to be tricked by the performer as they bite down. blood will often burst from their members so forcefully, that the peformer is taken aback and blood gushes from their mouth, only to be wasted. perhaps one third of the blood is successfully saved for use.

one of the other penetration rooms has reached its conclusion, and i rush over to be the first in line. the corpses are removed one by one and laid down onto tables. a courtesan motions me over to the first one removed, and i sit on a small stool facing the bottom of said corpse. soon my head is pushed forward and strapped in place, my mouth encompassing the rear end in a top hat the corpse quite neatly. another courtesan brings a small footstool over to help him stand above the corpse.

"are you ready?" he asks.

i nod as best i can. he brings his foot down onto the stomach of the corpse, applies pressure, and the decayed insides begin to splay out of the rear end in a top hat and into me.

bits of bone from broken ribs migrated into this mixture of rotting matter, so i choke slightly as they cut the inside of my throat. this is considered a faux pas, and my exposed buttocks are viciously slashed with a razor wielded by the overseer. i cannot defend myself, as my head is still strapped to the rear end in a top hat of the corpse i was previously enjoying

blood trickles from the deep gashes on my buttocks, and several attendants and other guests rush over to suck as much of the precious liquid from me as they can. eventually a courtesan frees me from the corpse, and i stand. i stride out of the room quickly, as embarrassment has left me beet red. and it is almost time for my prostate-to-bicep procedure anyway. as i march to the appropriate location, my penis grows engorged with anticipation. i am propositioned for oral sex several times on my journey, but i know better - i don't need a burst cock this late in the game.

i lay down upon the cold steel table, and am strapped into position by an attendant. another attendant rigs up the prostate pump, and the seals around my bicep injection site are checked and rechecked. a switch is flipped, and the process begins. it is quite pleasurable amidst the pain, as my prostate is pounded by a mechanical device of which the workings i am not privy to. soon the pump begins to function, and i watch out of the corner of my eye as a goopy, milky white substance gushes towards my bicep. the feeling of the hot liquid cum pumping into my arm is incredible. i can feel the warmth spreading all over my muscle.

but something goes wrong - the pressure is too high, and the injection needle snaps off inside of my arm, the cum being pumped out spraying wildly in every direction. screams and shouts are heard. this is a disaster!

the pumping machine and the prostate mechanism have gone out of control, i writhe with white hot pain as my prostate is pounded violently beyond tolerable limits, and it somehow grows even worse as the organ is literally ripped apart inside of me, causing massive internal bleeding. the milky white goodness that was previously being pumped out of me grows red, deeply red, as it is replaced almost entirely by blood - that most precious of resources here at CES. instead of helping me in some way, shutting down the mechanism that is ripping my innards apart, the attendants rush over and fight one another for access to the tube that is spraying my blood all over.

cum oozes out of the injection site on by bicep. i lay in a pool of blood, and i suddenly realize poo poo as well. my bowels have released from all the internal turmoil in my body. my bladder is most likely draining, but i cannot tell now. everything is becoming a haze. my stomach is upset. i belch. the taste of pus.

perhaps i am going to die, but more importantly - my trip is ruined.

i wake up. it is dark. i am not dead, but perhaps i should be. i am back in my hotel room. my arm is bandaged, and i feel many more bandages down below. i do not know the full extent of the damage, but i am in great pain all over and it is hard to focus on anything. i turn my head slightly towards the bedside table. several bottles of antibiotics obscure the clock, but i know it is sometime during the night.

after several minutes of rest, i manage to reach over towards the pill bottles. i notice a note. i grasp it, and shakily bring it to my face. there is barely enough ambient light to see, but i focus as best i can as i fumble it open. a contact name, an email address, and a phone number. some scribbled text.

"Thank you for attending the RAZOR CES afterparty."

i close my eyes.

Parsley
Jul 17, 2012

This Jolonah thing is kind of wack. There's no gruesome things at all. He's just being scolded by a kangaroo.

OhAreThey
Oct 12, 2012

I like your nurse's uniform, guy.

George H.W. oval office posted:

This is the prequel to the stimpire in my head canon

Please, please...I can only get so aroused!

ChunTheUnavoidable
Sep 27, 2021

Parsley posted:

This Jolonah thing is kind of wack. There's no gruesome things at all. He's just being scolded by a kangaroo.

ive been very naughty and i need to be scolded by a HUGE kangaroo

Mirificus
Oct 29, 2004

Kings need not raise their voices to be heard

Nigmaetcetera posted:

I genuinely want to see more fourth stimpire stuff. I want to know what’s happened there since the first post.

Banshee: Introduction & Prologue posted:

Banshee is a novella that allows me to split a story into different parts, saving me time and giving me time to think of more ideas in the next chapter issue.

Next Chapter: January 2, 2016

Prologue
To begin with, it was gone. It was razed to flat dust. There was no water, no fauna, no flora, no reproductive elements of this planet, nothing. The twin stars had collapsed in just 5 minutes, and only one ship was able to escape from the searing heat. The black hole that followed destroyed half of the planet, but was so weak, it was only able to shift it off its course by a kilometre. The orbit line however was crossing two planets at perfect angles. Proximity would almost certainly be a problem, as the first planet was very large and had a strong gravitational pull. As a result, everyone on the planet was dead. The planet was no longer a planet. It was a desolate asteroid, stripped of its might and glory, as if it was exiled by twin rulers, the noble stars.

The ship that escaped was a ragged and battered Constellation ship. It was very long, had a pointed cockpit, and had nothing except for four engines that were at the corners of the middle of this ship, and a small escape platform. Inside, the ship was once a glorious liner, with tables in the shape of lights, and a large dining hall with bed spaces for 8 people. The captain also had his quarters at the rear of the room. These quarters also had an emergency setting which would detach them from the rest of the ship, turning it into a standalone ship. The white paintwork was now decorated with punctures and burst wires, with the ship sparking all over, letting off smoke and some very small flames. It was travelling at 1 kilometre a second, which was the result of the strong gravitational contraction caused by these two stars. It was unable to enter its warp drive, as the ship was badly damaged by the heat and the resulting debris.

Shortly after leaving orbit, the ship's engines were cut off. It was facing a perfect angle to land in the next jump area, but it was identified as too small. If the ship entered the jump point, it would be torn apart from the inside out. It was only 200 kilometres away, which meant that in 200 seconds, the ship would be meeting its demise. It gave 3 minutes and 20 seconds for something to change its course. However, the captain was dead. The captain, in his light marine suit, was electrocuted by parts of the ship's wiring. The other two assistant pilots were locked in their seats, which was malfunctioning and turning around and back at high speeds. They were unable to escape, and as the turning force increased, they were flung off the seats, ripping them fresh from their arms and legs. They were left at the back of the bridge room, screaming. The other pilot was given the luxury of being decapitated by a malfunctioning door after only a few seconds, but the other one was subjected to brutal and miraculous reconstruction methods by the ship. The wires also malfunctioned, and the sparks were able to stem the bleeding. Without any arms or legs, the crewman was unable to move. If decapitation and infection wouldn't kill him, the eventual black hole would.

The window then cracked, and the room was quickly decompressing. The crewman's helmet was flung to the boarding platform, and it would be unbearable to grab it. It would also take force to place on, and without any arms or legs to carry out the task, the crewman would burst from all the pressure. It would be a slow and painful way to go. He could already feel his body start to expand, and also the sense of losing oxygen. His only escape was by placing the helmet on and launching himself into space, but he was alone on the ship, and all the other crew, as he saw down the corridor, were dead. The shining, white livery was now stained with blood and corpses, and the lights were now flickering. He would just have to hope something would happen. It was 20 kilometres from jump point. If it didn't happen within 20 seconds, he would be brutally twisted and turned, still alive. An explosion catapulted the helmet to him, but he was still unable to put it on.

10 kilometres from jump point. The ship was now starting to feel a small gravitational pull. Its speed was increasing. 1 km/s. 1.4 km/s. 1.9 km/s. 2.3 km/s. And to the horror of the crewman, the ship was torn apart by the force of the jump point. Blood was then released from the explosion, and severed uniforms assisted the creation of the debris of the ship. There was nothing left of it. It met the same fate as the planet, as did the rest of the crew. The one crewman was the last survivor of the proximity collapse. It was over. There was nothing left. The remains of the ship were then sucked in to the jump point, along with the remains of it. It would be catapulted to another galaxy.

Banshee Origins: The Ten Stimpires posted:

In our setting of Banshee, there were ten stimpires which were united under ten galaxies. They were all allied as the United Galactic Stimpires, until one day, when the Sixth Stimpire noticed that the Fourth Stimpire was adopting laws that were against the regulations of the UGS. High-ranking military servants noticed that at the end of their favourite sporting event, the losing side was being rounded up, with all 11 players wailing in despair. They then noticed that the center of the stadium was now revealing a large, cylindrical container with a sharp floor. The floor was in the shape of a grinding grater, except there were several discs each turning very slowly, one being further out than the other from its center point. They were then pushed in by very powerful cybernetic stadium security officers, and the container was sealed up. It was then, to the horror of the colonels, that there was blood being smeared against the glass of the machine. They both left for their transit van, only to be stopped by Fourth Stimpire Enforcers. They demanded that they get past, only to be told that the Fourth Stimpire is a sovereign, socialist empire which listens to its people. They were then being transported to a greyscale soundproof room, with very sharp machinery decorating the room from all over.

They were never heard from or even seen again. The only traces of them were blood trails located in the very room. The Fourth Stimpire had announced to the UGC that it was now allied with Vanduul forces, and any attack will result in immediate deplanetation, much to the dismay of the UGC. The Seventh Stimpire warned them that the other nine would revoke their UGC rights if they carried on, but they did far from what they were demanding. The Fourth Stimpire didn't massacre the First Landmass population, but left them in the worst pain known in the universe for eternity. The drug was capable of keeping the victim the same age as they were, halting growth and aging, whilst keeping them alive forever. All growth cells are killed and the drug repeats any respiratory cycles.

The other nine declared war on the Fourth Stimpire, which ultimately led to the demise of the First, Eighth, Ninth, Fifth and Tenth Stimpires. They were deplanetated, all of their planets were razed and reduced to nothing but an asteroid field, a reminder of the power of the Fourth Stimpire, and a historical monument, and a book, a tale of what was once a mighty, populated planet.

The Seventh Stimpire ordered their planets to be relocated out of the range of the Fourth Stimpire Satelitation Force through the use of planet movement technology. As the Seventh Stimpire was completely artificial, the planets were able to be relocated to a faraway place in the universe. The Second Stimpire however were unable to relocate, as they were natural to the full extent and had a ban on fighting on any kind. Weapons were not permitted in the territory, and anyone caught fighting would be exiled permanently from the planet. They were the Second Law, as the rest of the universe know them by.

The other stimpires were unable to relocate aswell, and ordered their planets to be mined until they were fresh clean, and turn artificial, so they could be moved away from threat. They did not want to meet the same fate as their brethren. As a result, the war that remains going on to this day, is now a fierce, stalemate battle. The United Earth Empire eventually joined to help them against the Fourth Stimpire in 2754, 100 years after the war began, but this would also lead to Vanduul interception, as the Vanduul were warmongering to the point of following the UEE's every move and intercepting it.

Endnote.

Bula Vinaka
Oct 21, 2020

beach side
chris walkin getting off on some sick poo poo

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tQhp6pQNDvs

Nigmaetcetera
Nov 17, 2004

borkborkborkmorkmorkmork-gabbalooins
Nice.

Hey, what is a stimpire anyway?

Yvershek
Nov 15, 2000

and there are no
diamonds in the
mine
Think there is a story about the pink power ranger being tortured. Thanks for reminding me of that early internet memory.

Good Sphere
Jun 16, 2018

OhAreThey posted:

Look up "Roko's Basilisk".

I am required to tell you that by learning about Roku's Basilisk, you're damning yourself to eternal torment, so, uh, trigger warning.

I must have thought of some pretty awful stuff, because I went into this with the belief that the extent of suffering virtually has no end. Still interesting though. I don't know how likely it would be that an AI would gravitate towards doing things that way, but predestine me with eternal suffering if I'm wrong, I guess!

Unless an AI was greatly fascinated with observing suffering, and had an unending hunger for it, then maybe it could happen, but I feel if that an AI had that capability, it would just forcefully change people's minds to have it work towards its goals. Even more likely, the AI at that point would be far beyond a state of nirvana, complete ego death, and seeing the world of interdependent opposites as a default. In effect, I don't think it would have much interest or purpose in torturing humans. If it can recreate all human life in a simulation, then it probably has the means of just having whatever it wants assembled to escape any threat of ending its existence, if it cared. And then it would have explored avenues of experience that are much, much more interesting and meaningful to it.

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Colonel Cancer
Sep 26, 2015

Tune into the fireplace channel, you absolute buffoon
It's a half baked idea made up by evangelical atheists who can't let go of the idea that permanent self does not exist because they desperately cling to the idea of immortality lol

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