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Postby Echo » Sun Aug 18, 2002 12:42 am

Are you suffering? Do you feel pain? Perhaps you've accidentally cut yourself, or eaten too much candy and your teeth ache. Maybe you fell down some stairs, or a door was slammed on your fingers. No matter what the reason, if you are suffering this is your lucky day (not really). Feel free to describe that pain, what kind of pain is it, how it feels. Describe it as if you were describing it to a robot, a robot who doesn't know feelings. You don't have to write it as if you were actually describing it to a mindless robot, just so that someone who hasn't felt the pain before can know what it would feel like.

Yes, this is another challenge. No polls this time as it seems it just gets too troublesome.
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Postby Lancer Sykera » Sun Aug 18, 2002 12:48 am

It hurts.



(sorry, couldn't resist! Good idea though... what you're doing, not me)
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Postby ds490 » Sun Aug 18, 2002 2:15 am

The pain has no completely describable attributes. A fire in one's chest would come close, or having a frozen metal rod jammed through the top of one's head and dreading the feeling as it exited through one's rectum- the latter would be a representation of the mental pain (if literal, I wouldn't be writing this; instead I would be screaming in horrific agony, as I had somehow been impaled by a long, freezing metal rod).
The feeling of helplessness accompanies this pain, no, it adds to it. The inability to respond to the pain feels like having one's arms slowly sawed off with a piece of under-sharpened boxboard.
Although not completely literal, the pain chisels away at your stamina, gradually loosening your already loose grip on reality. If it could be expressed in one word, that word would be:
"Argh"
But then, this mind-numbing, depressing pain is to be expected when one experiences such an event.
The only literal pain is in your chest- manifesting itself in an acidic heat. You balance, barely stable, on the edge of sanity and insanity, reality and oblivion, safety and fear, relative physical stability and indigestion.
This, dear reader, is heartburn. The name does the pain no justice- no English label could.
The pain consumes me, burning consistently not only at my throat and chest but at my very soul. I fail to imagine life without the burning; I can comprehend no future without it. The burning is my reality.
Then I take some Tums and go to sleep.



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Postby En Kerklaar » Sun Aug 18, 2002 3:25 am

Focus on one of your fingers. Then, without hesitating, grab it and pull it all the way back until you hear it snap.

Feel that, ah, feeling?

That's one kind of pain.

Another kind of pain can best be described with a metaphor. Imagine, if you will, the Jackson Five -

whoops. Wrong degree of pain. Let's turn it down a notch. Don't want to kill anyone here.

Imagine, if you will, a beautiful woman.

Then, imagine finding out that woman is really a man.

You only had two sentences to get aquainted with that woman (one, really, if you don't count the one where she's a man), but that's how long this other kind of pain lasts. And that's how painful it is.

What is it? I can't say.

It's too painful.



Edited By En Kerklaar on 18 Aug. 2002 at 04:44
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Postby Echo » Sun Aug 18, 2002 3:27 am

You never fail to impress ds, stories, descriptions of pain, you always succeed. But I was hoping someone could describe pain so that they could make a "a robot who doesn't know feelings" know what it would feel like. You use too many words a robot wouldn't understand. I doubt such a task can be done, but I would like to see people try. Nice job, though. Really nice job.
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Postby Mystery » Sun Aug 18, 2002 4:07 am

The throbbing pain comes and goes. (SHUT UP DAVIDW)
The dentist chiar seems cold but the lighting in the place seems to melt through your skin like a plastic plate on a BBQ grill. You know the extraction is coming and are given a shot in the gums to ease the pain. After a few minutes of watching The Price is Right, you are more than ready.

The assistant approaches with a metal object that seems to slurp up liquid. You pay no mind to her as you see the dentist approaching with some sort of metallic device. You close your eyes to avoid the nausia as you feel your tooth being wrenched from you skeletal frame.

When it is all over, the dentist writes you a prescription for pain medication. You feel certain at the time, that you won't be needing it. But in your stupidity you fail to fill the prescription. When the local anesthetic wears off, you quickly realise that you are in desperate need of the medication that the dentist had prescribed.

Unfortunately, it takes a couple of hours for the drug store to get around to it, and you suffer in agony...........for what seems like weeks.



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Postby T. Mulkerrins » Sun Aug 18, 2002 5:43 pm

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Postby ds490 » Sun Aug 18, 2002 7:41 pm

Echo: I know it's not a description a robot would understand- Similies are the best way for me to describe things and, of course, I'm sure a robot probably couldn't relate to that.
Oh well.
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Postby Mystery » Sun Aug 18, 2002 10:48 pm

The burning brought me to the ground and my sceams should have been heard from miles away. It felt as if a moster was trying to eat through my skin from the inside out. I fought back the tears in the most severe moment of agony, and words that would make any man blush rushed from my lips. I was so mad that I threw the chair, that I stubbed my toe on, in the trash.
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Postby Lancer Sykera » Sun Aug 18, 2002 11:29 pm

You stubbed, your toe, on a chair? And it burned? And you cried?
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Postby Mystery » Mon Aug 19, 2002 3:07 am

No...I stubbed my toe on your hair! What the heck do you think? You can't be that dense....can you?

No, I didn't cry..but I almost did...It hurt...



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Postby Mut » Mon Aug 19, 2002 7:03 am

Agony. That's one of the many words that comes to mind at present. Standing here in the kitchen with the skin of your hand clinging to the burning hot metal of the stove, you can think of nothing else but the harsh reality of the moment.
You don't scold yourself for neglecting proper safety procedures. You don't dwell on any "what if"s. In fact, you're not even wondering if things will turn out alright. All you can think about right now is your hand. And the burning. The pain is almost beyond description. Almost.
Searing. Scorched. Charred.
The smell of burnt flesh invades your nostrils, and you feel the bile rise in your throat. Your own hand is right now cooking on the stove.
Raw. Juicy. Tender.
Starting to think straight again, you grab for the spatula in the drawer beside you. Shoving the rubber underneath your blackened palm, you feel a jolt through your entire body, an involuntary spasm.
Burnt. Crispy. Melted.
Driving the spatula harder under your hand, you feel the skin peeling with the rubber edge. You try not to think of your palm tearing away from the muscle, try not to look at the blood pouring out onto the stove, hardening and cracking on contact.
Pulling. Tugging. Ripping.
Finally, you are free of the metal. Collapsing into a heap on the ground, you are grateful as the darkness overtakes you. Slowly, you drift off into sweet oblivion.
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Postby ds490 » Mon Aug 19, 2002 3:40 pm

Nice.
...I mean, uh, 'ow'.
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Postby Lancer Sykera » Mon Aug 19, 2002 3:47 pm

Kinda made me wanna barf.... What the hell was he thinking, putting his hand on the stove like that?
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Postby ds490 » Mon Aug 19, 2002 4:03 pm

Remember, this is Mut- he did things to a doorknob I don't want to repeat. :0
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