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Eeyore ## Admin ## 12/10/14(Sun)22:41 No. 1 ID: 8ff395 [Reply] [Last 50 posts] Stickied

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Yep, this is an actual board. Congratulations to you.. you sad, lonely individuals. I think the best way to describe this board is to just copy paste the post that inspired it's trip on to /777/:
"There's too much happiness on this site already. We need more cold stuff, more darkness and unhappiness.
I propose a /grim/ board. Where we gather to share jokes that aren't funny. Grim stuff like gore perhaps. Murder stories. Genocide. Results of war. Pictures of areas in the dark. Pictures of crumbling ruins. Pictures of thing that are decreasing in value or are stagnant in value in the sense that they cannot get any more undesired. Also, Nigrachan is obligatory."

Lets have a minor tweak of the rules from the /777/, version. This board is not for gore. Gore posters will be banned. It's just for generally miserable shit, just go with the stuff that is in the above quote and you should be fine. Any further rules will be made up as we go along if necessary and will be added to this post.

Go Wild.

To request future /777/s use this thread.

New Admin post 30th Sept, 2013.

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Eeyore 17/11/15(Wed)22:26 No. 5633 ID: 5d5040

The fact you enjoy gore is very /grim/, but getting a kick out of something is not /grim/. If you really want goreposting, I guarantee some website full of psychopaths is being shitted up by it, so go there.

Eeyore 17/12/14(Thu)04:09 No. 5659 ID: 0c2267 [Reply]

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is the music on /grim/ gone now or is it just in my browser? i haven't been here for a while and this time there's no music.. i really miss it. i think it really added to the atmosphere of this board and made it a lot more.. hm.. it's difficult to explain. it felt like, as an example, the areas with the merchant in RE4.

also, looking up suicide methods and doing research on effective and efficient methods of self-termination is very comforting to me. i find solace in knowing there is a way out.

Eeyore 17/12/15(Fri)16:39 No. 5660 ID: b2d00d

It's an embedded youtube in an iframe; check your security and adblocking settings.

<iframe width="1" height="1" src="https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/tWhUPlFnAe8?autoplay=1&loop=1&playlist=tWhUPlFnAe8&wmode=opaque" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe>

Eeyore 17/12/12(Tue)20:06 No. 5658 ID: 019eec [Reply]

Her hair is soft,
The gun is loaded.

>the juxtaposition of romance and sociopathy

Footsteps in the Darkness Eeyore 17/11/11(Sat)09:33 No. 5623 ID: 355ab2 [Reply]

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Thud, Thud, Thud, Thud. You open your eyes from your deep and dreamless sleep. You try to look over to where the noise is coming from. Thud, Thud, Thud, Thud. But you realize you can't move. Your eyes are straining, tilting to look at the door. That sound, it must be coming from outside your room. You can make out the shadow of someone standing outside from thee crack in between the door and the cold floor. You want to move as fear fills you, you feel it in every inch of your body like a poison. You're muscles strain as you muster all your strength to move, but you can't. Maybe if you scream loud enough someone will hear you. You yell at the top of your lungs, but the only sound that escapes from you may as well have been a gasp. You're thinking to yourself somebody, anybody, GOD HELP ME!!! SAVE ME! PLEASE... Thud, Thud, Thud, its coming closer. you're losing your vision as your peripheral vision goes out of focus and darkens. Your hearing seems as though its being drowned out by the very definition of darkness itself, like waves crashing against a cliffside as you're being held underwater. You can hardly breathe anymore every breathe is feeling closer to being your last. Thud... Thud... Thud... footsteps in the darkness. Thud... Thud... Thud... The dark figure stands right next to your bed. You can feel it, you know its there, but you can't see it. SAVE ME!!! OH GOD!!! SAVE ME PLEASE!!! The words echo in your mind, this must be the end. Those footsteps in the darkness, to whom do they belong?

Eeyore 17/12/09(Sat)11:06 No. 5656 ID: cc4c6a

my penis

Killing Games AnonymousAttano 17/12/08(Fri)06:57 No. 5655 ID: f0474b [Reply]

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Well. Today I come here looking for your honest opinions. What are the best Killing Games you can come up with? I'm looking for nitty gritty stuff that tests ones humanity. Like Battle Royale, Kings Killing Game, Truth or Die, and et cetera. . . Some friends of mine are bored and need something to entertain them.

Eeyore 17/07/18(Tue)16:24 No. 5467 ID: b91ae0 [Reply]

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Everyone we know and love dies, but y'all already knew that.

Tell me of the ones you've lost and how they died.

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polizia calle Eeyore 17/10/25(Wed)12:48 No. 5577 ID: a47b64

When I was 6 a good friend of mine died by starving herself to death. She was but a year older and already had anorexia. My first touch with death.

When I was 11 a distant bur still friend passed away after three years of fighting blood cancer. Years of supporting her and suddenly, egstinguished like a light.

When I was 14 one of my dearest friend decided to leave my side as he got into various addictions including drugs. Half a year later the idiot overdosed. Brought it upon him self.

When I was 16 my father drank so much tha6 when he fell into a small river nearby hwere he lived he couldn't get back up. Was to drunk to. He drowned. I always hated him anyways. He was a pedophile, molested me and my sister for years. Raging alcoholic. I didn't even attend his funeral.

Now the person I've got a crush on is withering away in a hospital loosing a fight to a diseese I'm not even sure the name of. My family hardly wants to know me and still holds it prejudice against me for celebrating my father's death. Many of my dearest friends are leaving me because there is so much angst in me that when they get to close to me they do not wish to deal with that anymore.
Hardly anyone bothers to find out why it comes with such ease for me to say that now, right before I turn 18, I wish to die my self. I'm just not sure weaher it's worth it. If it's not what the universe wanted me to do from the start.. And I was just not reading the signs right

Eeyore 17/10/25(Wed)17:46 No. 5578 ID: bdcef7

People die. You should be painfully aware by now that there's no need to rush into it, in due time death will come for you as well. In the mean time, think of how easy it's going to be for you to live through the bullshit of an ordinary life after that childhood. As soon as you turn 18, get out of town, forget about your family, and start fresh. Going to college would help, but there are other ways to make a good life for yourself if you are ready, and willing, to weaponize your trauma.

Wear it like a suit of armour, wield it like a battle axe. You've been through shit no one else is ever going to understand; the fact that you lived and your friends didn't is proof that it has made you stronger.

Eeyore 17/12/05(Tue)08:20 No. 5654 ID: d528b4

Tell me of the ones you've lost and how they died.

My Dad died when I was 11. My grandmother was ill and either had a recent surgery, or was going to have one I can't remember. My Dad locked himself in the bathroom and overdosed on heroin. I remember knocking on the door and getting no response, then returning to my room. It's a long time ago but I remember being out in the backyard some time later and then following the grownups to the bathroom. There was no response, eventually one of them kicked the door open, and we found him. An ambulance arrived later and he was taken to the hospital but he never displayed any brain function and was taken off life support. I was already a lonely self centered kid with no friends for most of my life at that point. Before my parents got divorced, which happened when I was around 9 or 10 I think, I was already having suicidal thoughts. https://www.google.com.au/maps/@-37.7917068,144.9699272,3a,75y,304.75h,96.36t/data=!3m6!1e1!3m4!1s04YBDol0Dbd8I07TtfDr1w!2e0!7i13312!8i6656 "Tara house" is the one I used to live in. I would climb over the railing when nobody was home and think about trying to jump to the concrete to stop the pain. At the time there were 2 tree's there, so I'd have to make it all the way to the concrete. Looking at it now, it's not that far, but at the time I was about the same height as the railing. It wasn't very logical, I mean looking at it now I don't think that jump would have been enough to kill me, but at the time there were only two thoughts. How much I wanted to end the pain I was feeling, the pain of not being able to connect with people, of always screwing every social connection up, the pain of being alone and knowing that I was the reason I was alone but not knowing the solution. And how much it would hurt if I didn't make the jump and landed on the spiked railing or in one of the trees. That was the mental state I was in and hiding from my family. I was taken to see doctors and psychiatrists, but it was about my behavioral problems at school, and they never seemed to be probing me about depression or sadness, so I think I managed to hide it pretty well. I started to retreat into computers and computer and video games, they a crutch that got me through a pretty sad life. My mum was always very distrustful of gaming, but my dad was more ok with it. Then my dad od'd. I don't remember much of the interim between the night he od'd and when we found out later he was not showing any signs of life (brain waves) before we took him off life support. I remember something weird happening when I was crawled up in a ball sitting on my bedroom floor crying... I stopped crying. I couldn't feel that unique kind of pain. I felt like it was still there, and I Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

I sometimes come back to you guys Ariel 17/11/25(Sat)00:10 No. 5641 ID: ab4eba [Reply]

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I sometimes come back here to remember the times when things weren't going so well to show you guys that things really can change.
I now found work in Milan, Italy. I don't earn that much, about €1300 a month.
I finally found a girlfriend. We met on the 1st of April of this year and we liked eachother immediately. We've been together ever since. It wasn't easy at all because we had tough moments for a lot of reasons. We are both born in 1988.
At first I thought our relationship wasn't that serious so I wasn't so much emotionally involved even though she is really beautiful but then she showed me that she did like me a lot. I started acting more serious about the relationship and we ended up passing more and more time together.
The most serious thing we had to face was a really serious health issue on her side: she was bit probably by a tick and she contracted some form of Lyme disease. I don't want to explain all the things we went through those 3 months but in summary a strange spot showed up on her left elbow. At first we didn't think much about it but after one month and a half strange symptoms started appearing. At first she had fever for one day and after that she started feeling dizzy, nausea, joint pain, very tired, confused, amnesia. She searched these symptoms online and found out about the Lyme disease. We were very lucky that she had a male nurse friend that passed her antibiotics for free and she started taking antibiotics without any diagnosis from a medic. In fact we had absolutely no help from any doctor that we visited, even expert infectivologists. After exactly 3 weeks of taking antibiotics twice a day those strange symptoms were almost all gone and slowly she recovered. We were very lucky because I've heard of a lot of people, even famous people, that fought with the Lyme disease for years just because they didn't treat it immediately.
I am so happy we got over those days because I couldn't stand to see her, the girl I love, in those conditions. Now she is better but still has problems with her parents. She still lives with her parents and brother. They stress the life out of her and it makes me mad. I've met them in one really strange situation. I work during the week. In those days when she wasn't feeling so well and her parents were on vacation in the mountains I wanted to stay with her at their place so she could feel better and not make disasters because of her Lyme disease caused amnesia. So in the evening, after a day at work, I would take the train and go to her parents' house and sleep with her in her room, without her parents suspecting anything. Then, in the morning, I would take the train and go to work. All went well the first couple of days then on the last night I would stay there her brother spied on us and told her parents about us. They arrived in the middle of the night while we were sleeping naked and huggin Message too long. Click here to view the full text.

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Ariel 17/12/02(Sat)08:37 No. 5647 ID: ab4eba

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Love interest?
Love is actually what we are really looking for into others, even when you are psychopath. We want attention, we want to be loved, we want to be desired, we want ourselves inside the mind and body of others in some way or another. This is the main reason why we and our genes are alive today, because some time in the past one man went inside a woman and we were born.
So yeah, love is important. Not just romantic love, but love in general: the authentic encounter between two sentient beings in this vast and empty universe.

The perversity of devils to cherry pick Bible verses for their own needs. Yes, we all know that. That's not how it works. We all know there are some really violent things written in the Old Testament but Christians are not Jews because we follow the teachings of Jesus Christ. Jesus Christ said that the old law was not to be completely abolished but what He came for was to bring the message from His father.
I'm not here to judge others, besides "let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her." We should only offer the teachings of the Bible and not oblige others onto them. The thing is different with children because they need to be taught so they can be prepared to face this world.
Only Islam obliges you to their teachings. Either you pay a fine or become muslim. If you don't do either of these things then they will kill you. And if you are a muslim and leave Islam then they will kill you. This is the so called religion of peace.

If you are agnostic or atheist then you are welcome to believe whatever you need or want to believe. But remember that when you are put face to face with your heart and soul right before your death, there will be no theory of special relativity there to save you.

Love is what makes us human after all and Jesus Christ was pure love.
"If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing.
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Eeyore 17/12/05(Tue)05:32 No. 5652 ID: 858dc6

It's Christians who cherry pick. You just said so.

Either way, you're right. I was being a total dick to OP and it was not called for. Things are pretty cold and dark on my end, but there's always hope that they will get warmer and lighter.

A lot of the devils who seriously harmed me and those around me claimed to be Christians, and whether or not they were Christians is just up to interpretation. Who wouldn't find that disturbing and threatening?

You guys turn to God in dark times, and that is respectable.

It's just that Protestantism is a spin-off of Catholicism, and you said you believe that Catholicism is the Antichirst? Do you believe that the Catholic Church was at one point good, and then became corrupted? They edited the Bible, no? They chose which books to put in it, right?

Yes, I have seen a lot of ungodly things come from supposedly godly people.

If the Catholic Church can be the Antichrist, maybe its not a stretch to call Christianity an unhelpful schism between the relatively reasonable and the relatively unreasonable. If God told you to jump off a bridge, would you do it?

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Eeyore 17/12/05(Tue)05:36 No. 5653 ID: 858dc6

And your Grandfather sounds like a good man.

Eeyore 17/11/15(Wed)03:10 No. 5629 ID: 50db27 [Reply]

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I wonder how high-temperature rapid incineration is as a way to go.

I know burning to death is pretty bad, like people who self-immolate or die in house fires, etc. but that's slow, and low-temp. They get cooked to death. Would it be any better if it were hot enough to turn you to ash in minutes?

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Eeyore 17/12/02(Sat)13:03 No. 5648 ID: 27723a

I think I found the video you're talking about. The quality is very low, but it looks like he's converted to steam or smoke quite rapidly. It's not that I'm suicidal, but I am fascinated with this particular kind of death. I wonder what he felt, if he felt anything, and how long it took him to die. It's a shame he didn't have the experience scientifically observed.

Eeyore 17/12/02(Sat)22:11 No. 5649 ID: 8bf12e

Death might be so fast that the pain doesn't register, so to speak. On the other hand it could be agonizing and a lot longer than you'd imagine.

Eeyore 17/12/05(Tue)04:44 No. 5651 ID: e52900

I've thought about it before. Sometimes I wonder if the pain from a shotgun blast would hurt.

Overdosing on sedatives, especially "pleasurable" ones, is probably painless.

Incineration is an entirely different thing.

More often, people fall into molten vats by accident. Here's one example: http://www.cnn.com/2009/US/07/09/new.jersey.chocolate.death/.

Eeyore 17/11/07(Tue)23:45 No. 5617 ID: b82db7 [Reply]

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I'm so lonely, I have no friends in rl, no do i care about anyone in rl or online...I try to act funny, be nice, or even stupid...just to make others happy. I do this because I cant feel emotions because of my medications I take...I cant say what they are but the pills i take are to help me live my life everyday...happy, weird, nice...but so empty, so cold. The moment I took these pills i knew i wouldn't be the same old me. Its been 4 years since I first took them...and I'm...lost. I cant feel emotions, I laugh at people in pain, I became more hungry for emotions that People who cry turn me on. These pills keep me sane, keeps me from hurting anyone else or myself everyday. I just want friends who can understand me, who just want me to be me. Who are just there for me when I need them. Honestly, I think about killing myself everyday, I see hallucinations of my own death, hear whispers in the night telling me to kill myself and I hear them, in the night, every-night. I just. I dont want to be alone anymore...I dont want to be alone anymore...I dont want to be alone anymore...I dont want to be alone...help me.

WMB 17/11/21(Tue)06:51 No. 5640 ID: 223ae4

Hey, I know you might never see this, it's basically a fact. But, I have been putting off getting a diagnosis, but I have a strong feeling that I need to be medicated. I've actually been looking at my gun to answer it. I've been waking up to just freaking out of my problems and distracting myself with drugs and alcohol-

My point is, did you feel like you lost yourself in the medication? I feel so different from others but I've learned to grasped it. But this person I've chosen only wants peace.

Peace from needing to pay to live.
Peace from needing to spend my life with another.
Peace from needing to be happy.
Peace from needing to live.

I just want to rot away, still as a rock, and free as a bird.

Eeyore 17/11/30(Thu)23:44 No. 5646 ID: 8bf12e

death is peaceful
A bird is alive. If a bird dies, it's not free anymore, it's dead. Being dead is not like being a bird, it's like chair or a pen. It's not peace, it's inaninmence.

>is the medication good?
Who knows what medication OP is talking about. Antipsychotics can treat psychosis, but they don't always, and they often have serious side effects. If a case is hopeful, the goal is to put an end to the acute episode (it can take a few months to several years) and to ween off the medication.

Depression sucks Eeyore 17/11/16(Thu)04:10 No. 5634 ID: f83095 [Reply]

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I just started the life I've been wanting. I have my lovely boyfriend and we just had a baby together. We're about to move into a house together too. I really do love this man. He is my everything. Our baby is our everything.

But my depression has consumed me completely. I actually feel like I'm losing it all, everything that I've worked for. I keep holding myself back, all I've been giving myself is hate and shame. I feel like I've been a terrible mother. My anxiety gets the best of me. I'm so afraid of not being enough for my daughter. I feel so guilty for the pressure this puts on my boyfriend. He is always there for me, even after seeing me at my worst. But I still can't escape the fear of something interfering our relationship. I'm so afraid of disppointing him. He gets so frustrated with me when I fall into my episodes of bad depression.
This is definitely where I dissapoint him.
He sees me curled up on the ground with spit and snot all over my face, hair, and clothes. He sees me hitting myself in the face. He hears me saying that I want to hurt myself and that I think I'm not enough.
He can't handle this. I shouldn't blame him.

I just lose myself. In fact, I feel fucking crazy.
Thoughts take over and bully me. It all overlaps like a group of people standing around me talking shit while I'm on my knees crying. I cry, I scream, I hit myself, I break things and knock things over without any self control. I even hit him once. I immediately regret these things and then my head is filled with shame and even more self hate.

I get so sensitive. My heart feels like it's literally breaking when I'm criticized. Or when I've done something wrong, even on accident.

I can't get myself out of this sick cycle.

It's ruining my relationship with my boyfriend.
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Eeyore 17/11/20(Mon)01:59 No. 5637 ID: 27614a

These things are not even abnormal. People who tend towards depression often have their depression triggered by major life changes, positive or negative. You should look up postpartum depression. That might be something productive to do.

Guilt and sensitivity to criticism is a very normal manifestations of depression. If you have ever gotten help from a counselor, you know this.

Women hit men very often, despite gender rolls suggesting otherwise. You probably hit your boyfriend to hurt him emotionally, as an uncontrolled primal reaction. You probably did not throw a punch that was strong enough injure him, and maybe you couldn't if you tried - this is why women hit their boyfriends quite often.

Feeling crazy is also a common thing in depressed people, since depression can lead to psychosis. You probably should get off the chans and go seek help from a counselor or at least a trusted friend, for your own sake at least.

Eeyore 17/11/20(Mon)02:02 No. 5638 ID: 27614a

Also, if you see a clinical therapist and are offered drugs, know that SSRI's and SNRI's very, very commonly cause sexual side-effects. Antipsychotics, another class of medication, are very dangerous. Antipsychotics don't kill people very often, but they cause a lot of permanent side-effects that affect quality of life.

Eeyore 17/11/20(Mon)02:11 No. 5639 ID: 27614a

I know this is not emotionally supportive, but you have to know that you'll be fine so long as you act intelligently and stay determined. In the spirit of /grim/, you should know that once you get better, you'll feel like this again. But then you'll pull through again, and feel better for a time. Such is life.


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