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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

>>5625
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 17/09/03(Sun)22:17 No. 5544 ID: 15dcfa [Reply]
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What makes it hard for you to fall asleep at night ? Since early childhood I'm afraid to die while I sleep, so I just stay awake sometimes..


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Eeyore 17/11/10(Fri)15:21 No. 5620 ID: 6e62f2

i dont like going to sleep because i dont want to wake up in the morning


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Eeyore 17/11/12(Sun)02:10 No. 5624 ID: 5a17f7

>>5620
I have exactly the same problem. Every night I stay up until I'm nodding off on my keyboard because tomorrow brings another day of wretched routine.


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Eeyore 18/01/18(Thu)07:55 No. 5685 ID: 86f262

>>5544
I've come to a point where i find myself smiling when thinking of not waking up anymore i the morning.




/grim/ games Eeyore 18/01/15(Mon)03:52 No. 5677 ID: 1bd55b [Reply]
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What are some good /grim/ psycho games?

Like: Hatred, Manhunt, Doom with schoolshooter mods and in some way Dishonored. Does anyone know about more games like this?

I've seen some that are pretty close to them, i can't remember the names and my internet is pretty fucked to even search them, but they're dev/published by Devolver Digital.


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Eeyore 18/01/15(Mon)11:42 No. 5682 ID: 1bd55b

>>5681
Oh yeah.




Do you know Nihilumbra? Havent played it but i saw some videos and it's pretty close to what we want to achieve.

What is this "Torrente" game about? Isn't that a movie?


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Vanonymouse!w.OxY3rAM6 18/01/16(Tue)17:26 No. 5683 ID: fcfe09

>>5682

Yes. It is. But it's much much much MUCH worse than that. Here's a youtube link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jajst67DqtE


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Eeyore 18/01/18(Thu)04:04 No. 5684 ID: ccd1b9

>>5683
I don't think it gets to the point we want except for the humor that it claims to have.




Eeyore 15/09/11(Fri)19:56 No. 4579 ID: 59f1a5 [Reply]
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Am I the only idiot fag who sometimes likes to lock himself in his bedroom, turn off the lights, light a cigarette and listen to music with the volume all the way to the maximum?


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Eeyore 17/03/21(Tue)15:02 No. 5349 ID: 42a815

>>5344
On an off topic note, what is this kind of graphic called? I see it sometimes on tshirts and I'm rather partial to it.


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Eeyore 17/03/22(Wed)07:52 No. 5351 ID: 82e8c1

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lN-4DDtB1VM


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Eeyore 18/01/15(Mon)05:48 No. 5678 ID: 0b8002

>>5349
I think you are talking about a Joy Division Shirt, but i dont know what the animation is called.




Sister treats me badly for asking her help during GERD/ Panic Attack nothing 018 18/01/15(Mon)00:57 No. 5676 ID: 79b1e8 [Reply]
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Things to ask my sister

Why she said mom is dying
Why she said I will die alone
Why she can’t accept an apology or a discussion

My sister is offensive, violent and merits misery

Her words have made me hate her
Her words have made me hate her

I hate everything about her
I hate everything about her

I wish she wasn’t here
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I miss my Dad Eeyore 18/01/01(Mon)02:11 No. 5665 ID: dccaa3 [Reply]
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New Year's sure lost it's shine ever since my Dad died this very night six years ago. I never talk about it with anyone, not even my SO of twenty years. My Dad was awesome and I miss him.


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Eeyore 18/01/07(Sun)14:46 No. 5667 ID: 1fb76f

I am very sorry for your lost and I hope that you can find happiness in this world. Peace be with you.


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Eeyore 18/01/14(Sun)02:08 No. 5675 ID: 95b761

>>5665
You can talk about it here, with us, under a mask of anonymity. its nice sometimes to get things off your chest.

would you like to talk about it?




Humanity Eeyore 17/11/04(Sat)21:49 No. 5604 ID: a57be3 [Reply]
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Unlike other animals, many of which have their own versions of fair play as well as their own unique disregard for it, homo sapiens a.k.a. "modern humans" are particularly immoral, ironic, and repulsive. What gives humans dominance over all other species is their intelligence. Since the dawn of homo sapiens, and perhaps before, humans have been able to communicate abstract concepts.

These abstract concepts, such as atomic structure, higher morality and even just holiday celebrations, are all examples of humanity's profound capacity to create and foster profound levels of beauty as well as intelligence. This makes it all the more disgusting when humanity ignores higher pursuits due to a greater interest in acts of savagery.

Even when it is not necessary, humans sink to extreme levels of depravity very quickly. Worse yet, the humans' seemingly harmless social conventions are often constructs to defend their most horrific practices.

Humanity's terrible, abhorrent practices include, but are certainly not limited to: conning of millions who are nutritionally deficient and/or starving, conventional bombing and nuclear bombing upon millions of non-combatants, genocide, manufacturing of highly addictive substances for profit (followed by the imprisonment of those who consume said substances without permission from the state), murder of children, sexual assault upon children...

Of course, the viewpoint that this essay posits is only a matter of opinion, and every society or potential society can be viewed as stifling the things that are truly important. What needs to be asserted is that the level of good-stifling that goes on in all human societies throughout history has been very extreme. The absolute horrors listed earlier are occurring by the hundreds at this very moment, yet scientists regard this time as one of humanity's highest moments in terms of basic morality.

In many latin-based languages, humanity or humanness is regarded as a form of essential goodness. People who show empathy and kindness are often referred to as "humane." This is a particularly ironic product of our bias towards beliefs that are pleasant, considering that humans are the most immoral and repulsive species on planet Earth.

Much like the Abrahamic religions put forth (because people of those religions are often masters of guilt), knowledge of the sins being committed greatly compounds the sins. Humanity is damned, and the only species capable of evil, because humans are intelligent enough to know the difference between good and evil from a conceptual standpoint and choose. Eve ate from the tree of knowledge, and the one God who is always good did not want this.

At the risk of making many readers uncomfortable, it is important to point out that all people are engaged in the condoning of humanity's most horrific practices, at least to some exten Message too long. Click here to view the full text.


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Eeyore 17/11/07(Tue)23:56 No. 5619 ID: 5a5edd

>>5613
I'm glad I wrote it. Anyone truly interested in why I hate humanity (not sure why they would be) has a coherent and comprehensive explanation why.

Reddit has a misanthropy board, but it is kind of flooded with short and similar-sounding complaints. I guess that doesn't necessarily make it a bad board, but it looks a little bit tiresome and surface-level.


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Eeyore 18/01/12(Fri)05:31 No. 5673 ID: 0b8002

>>5619
i want to know why.


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Eeyore 18/01/12(Fri)08:19 No. 5674 ID: a67388

>>5613
>>/7ch/8935
>>/7ch/8963
>I want to revel in hatred for mankind.
What if hatred eats at my soul and depresses me?




Eeyore 18/01/12(Fri)01:21 No. 5670 ID: fa0745 [Reply]
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that face when i will never be a true female
i will always be an imitation, a fake, an impostor

every morning i look in the mirror and feel wrong


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Eeyore 18/01/12(Fri)02:22 No. 5671 ID: 0c2267

i understand
i feel the same way
I don't like thinking about because there's nothing i can do
and the human body is the most disgusting thing i can think of

but if you want to be a female, maybe you can go on HRT and get surgery and work out and stuff
and as technology progresses, you can get more advanced and better surgeries that will support your goal and get you closer to where you want to be

it'll be okay, friend


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Eeyore 18/01/12(Fri)05:05 No. 5672 ID: 28f1b2

What stupid nonsense you're spouting? "True" females were just born female. They had their gender handed to them. They did nothing to deserve it. They were made female and thought "oh this is my life now"
You're more female than they are.




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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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.


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Adam 18/01/08(Mon)06:40 No. 5668 ID: 9c2a68

>>5577
I hear what you are saying about your friends and family when you talk about the angst and how dear they are to you. I don't want to give you advice about Battle Axes and Armor, because for better or for worse you won't need that advice.

I don't know what any of that is like. Some people in my family do, I've met people like you that I would do anything to speak to again (as much for my own benefit, too. I love Emma.)

I do know that when someone shares that with me, it's more than a feeling I can imagine. It's an act I become involved in, and it connects us. It makes me want to say that I love you. So I'll leave this note hoping you keep sharing these feelings with others who will feel like I do.

Your family is fucked. Completely and totally insane to judge you. It's hard for people like you and me to imagine everyday normal, lucky people feeling justifiably unconfident. It takes years of adulthood to take them down off of their pedestals and realize they never changed or grew up, but for years it's impossible not to operate on the assumption that the world knows you better than you do.

If you force yourself to live, you will get through this. If you give up, you will not. We love you and we don't want to see you on that list, we really don't. If I saw you in a coffee shop I'd assume you were a normal person. I hope you're honest with the people you meet about where your feelings come from. Obviously not as direct, but my point is that the fears we don't talk about blind us to love. Another person's insecurity is greatly relieved by this and they feel strong and powerful knowing how to help. I didn't want to say "people are cowards," because you'll make them better than that. It's a process and you can ALWAYS be part of it.


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Eeyore 18/01/11(Thu)09:16 No. 5669 ID: 594093
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My friend Evan. He wasn't the best of friends, but that makes me all the more guilty. We were both in the Army, he commissioned as an officer and was training at Ft. Benning. I always knew there was something wrong, he seemed depressed but I brushed it off. I got a text from another friend saying that he died, it bothered me that there was no other information. I dug deep in the web and stumbled across a reddit thread from others in his class. Turns out he killed himself while at the range.

I felt like I was the only person that could sense that something was off when he was my roommate. He always seemed so happy and cheerful, and never failed to make people laugh. In hindsight I could have done something, but was too caught up in my own battles to help. Many of his "friends" probably don't even know that he's dead, or how it happened.




Eeyore 15/08/25(Tue)23:06 No. 4537 ID: a677ef [Reply]
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Who's that girl and why does she make you sad /grim/ ?

I just can't stop thinking about her. In a few weeks it'll have been a year. In another few it will be her and her boyfriends' anniversary.


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Let me tell you a story. Anon!moNoTOnous 17/03/23(Thu)05:22 No. 5357 ID: 26a2fa
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In my schooldays, there was this girl: she was petite, to not say flat, had tiny shimmering eyes and wavy black hair that started a little behind that it should have, lips maybe too thin and she might have benefited from wearing braces.

But none of that was important.

Her smile was bright as polished marble, and her laughter was a crystal bell. The way she skipped and hopped when she got excited was the most adorable thing my eyes have ever seen. She was nice, caring, attentive. She knew when to listen and she knew when to speak, and when she did her voice never faltered. She treated me like a person, unlike the rest, and I trusted her enough to tell her my deepest secrets. And, one day, recognizing my feelings for what they actually were, I decided to give her my heart.

She didn't want it. Not then.

So I resigned myself to be liked as a friend, but then something in her changed. She started hanging out more with me, she invited me to her home to meet her parents, and asked me for my opinion in mostly everything. But I, still wounded by the previous experience, insisted in denying the evident, and never took her advances as such, no matter how blatant. I even took her to the prom as a friend. Then the schoolyear was over, and I was now in another state.

I fell out of luck, grace, and everything. But I still had her in a corner of my heart, so one day, tossing caution to the wind, I hitchhiked one day to see her again. She wasn't there.

She was with her boyfriend.

So I took my leave, and left forever. Years passed, new crushes came and went, and I found a woman, which was all I deserved. Supportive, but clingy. Companion, but jealous. Strong, but violent. And I married her, formed a family and sired children.
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Eeyore 17/03/26(Sun)09:46 No. 5359 ID: b9da78

>>4540


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Eeyore 17/12/25(Mon)02:34 No. 5661 ID: 080550
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It's been about 3 and a half years since she left, I am still unclear on why. I don't even want her back I just want to know why she left.

She will never read this. But sometimes I see her in traffic while I am on my motorcycle. I keep my visor closed and wear an all black racing suit. She will never know that it's me racing by her in the middle of traffic, weaving in and out of cars with no regard for safety. I'm not even sure if she knows I have a motorcycle.

Anyway, I haven't gone a single day without thinking about her since the summer of 2014. Everything in my life has changed because of her, and despite becoming financially successful, and having a career that I once only dreamed of having, nothing really makes me feel good.

I'm tired but I don't think I have the nerve to speak to her. All I can do is ride my motorcycle. Eventually I might work up the courage to write her a letter or something. Until then, I'll park at the local grocery store every Saturday at midnight and smoke a cigarette under the street lamps before continuing to ride aimlessly, and maybe by chance she will see me there.




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