Understanding.

>>15631632
You're afraid of understanding? How exactly? What would that even do?

I'm afraid of heights, so I guess I'd get levitation powers.

what if you dont have any big fears?

Boredom.

Whatever it does, it will not be very dramatic.

Bees.

I fear bees.

>>15631720
YOU GET NOTHING, YOU LOSE.
GOOD DAY, SIR.

>I'm summoning the spiders
>Thousands, millions of them, all at my command
>Because I'm Spider Man

>>15631774
You ARE the bees, anon.

>>15631774
Oh boy, that's a good one. You can call bees to you. Can't really order them about, but well, they'll go after people you're not too fond of. They'll also crawl. On you. Fly around you, get in your ears and nose and such, in your clothes if they can. When you're not paying too much attention, bees. You wake up, bees. They'll hang around, sting you occasionally. So, have fun with them.

I'm afraid of Spiders. And that I'll never amount to anything.
Also that I will be forgotten. That one scares me because I KNOW I will be forgotten. I'm just another speck. No matter what I do, how big an influence, I WILL be forgotten eventually. Sure I can stave it off by making a big impact on people, but that's just a stopgap. We will ALL be forgotten eventually.

>>15631805

Do you not have the page saved?

Here you go.

Height and Deep Sea creature?

What do I get then? The ability to fly and summon giant under water fish out of nowhere?

Well, I'm not too happy with the unknown, death, being alone, and such. But, my true fear? Being a coward and freezing up when I'm needed most. Yeah, I saw combat, and I didn't do it then. However, now I'm out of shape and out of practice. I really well and truly fear not being able to man up, take charge, do the right thing, and face down trouble when lives are on the line. Probably not something that will happen any time soon, but it could. It could, and I live with that in the back of my head. Every. Single. Day.

>>15631839
Oh, nice. Damn right, you'll be forgotten. Occasionally, while you're being spoken to. You don't draw much attention, you don't leave much impact. For the most part, that is.

You've got a fun trick. You can convince people they know you. Everyone remembers you, you're someone rather important. You could also go the opposite way, they've never met you... or their own brother, if you'd like.

>>15631886
Ability to teleport away from danger. Maybe it goes off automatically if you'd die otherwise. Maybe it's when you're just too scared to stay there. Who can say?

So fear of death = immortality?

>>15631927
I like it and hate it at the same time. Because it does EXACTLY what I don't want.

>>15631969
In the Nameless One style, though

>>15631885
Height? That's all a matter of perception. A two foot drop is nothing, but why are we discussing two feet when the drop from your bed to the ground is quite easily two hundred? Now, you know and I know, that's only two feet down, but that's not what your senses are telling you. Of course, it doesn't matter, you could leap off a cliff and it'd only feel like a good 3-4ft at the most.

As for the depths, you can feel it, can't you? You're already sinking, the dark around you. Doesn't matter you were just in front of a sink, washing your hands. The light is filtering out, the pressure bearing down on you and... you can feel something, something alien swirling around you. Don't worry though, you're pretty tough, you can take the weight and... the water's not as thick as it seemed, is it? Got good lungs on you, there's oxygen in water, right? Good luck down there.

>>15631991
What the fuck are you talking about? You're the one dragging that shit into /tg/. You are NOT a fa/tg/uy, you are NOT one of us. You are NOT anon. You will NEVER gain our respect. It doesn't matter how many funny jokes you make or clever threads you create, you will always be an outsider, you will always be the cancer. You're the one who wears that fucking tripcode like you think you're actually worthy of being remembered by any of us. Which is just beyond pathetic. Pretentiousness and arrogance mixed with complete and utter ignorance is a very bad thing.

>>15632013
And I thought I needed anger management. I well and truly don't care what you think of me. I just name and trip so I can find my own posts.

>>15631885
>>15632003
Oh, boy, bit of a misunderstanding there. No fear of the drink, just the flotsam, the beasties, you find inside. Well, same principle. No amount of water is too small, too shallow, you know they're in there waiting for you. You're right, too. Gotta be careful, the water's too deep for you to see within isn't it? Is it just me, or does it seem to rain everywhere you go? And in the puddles, what is that? Why, you've got friends down in the deep, dark pools. And with friends like these... you won't need enemies.

So, if I'm following the idea correctly:
My fear is amounting to nothing, to being forgotten.

So my ability would be just that. People forget me. I'm the guy customs never checks. I'm also the guy whose reservations always go missing.

My friends don't call anymore, but then I call them, they'd love to hang out. Yeah, table for two. ...I mean three.

Sometimes, I just pick things up in stores and walk out. Driving can be tricky, though.

>>15632075

Oops, see you already covered that in >>15631917

Seems the basic theme is: Your fears are all true, but you're also immune to the basic dangers of them.

Imagine being afraid of clowns, suddenly there's creepy, knife-wielding horror-clowns everywhere but they never do anything to hurt you. You just wake up with them standing over your bed, staring directly into your face.

I'm afraid that i will never convince an attractive young woman to have sex with me.

Does this mean i become Don Juan?

>>15632003
>>15632074
...They both sound pretty useful. Espically the Height one. Would make me forget all of my fear and let my jump without being afraid that I'm going to die.
But the deep sea creature one.
>And in the puddles, what is that? Why, you've got friends down in the deep, dark pools
I am so scared right now. Even if it's my ally I'll still be scared. On the bright side if I can gather these puddles enough I can create a mini aquarium with deep sea monster.

Public speaking/agoraphobia.

Am I Normal-Man?

I'm afraid of going insane. Does this mean it's already happened? Or is everyone else insane, and I'm the only sane one left. I don't even know.

>>15632120
You're not too great with words, everything seems to come out wrong. You never seem to reach your audience, and you can't quite remember what you intended to say. Except, well, they listen. Everyone is listening, hanging on your every word it seems. You've gotten quite an audience and they're all rather eager to hear what you've got to say... now, what was that, did you want fries or not?

I'm afraid of the all permeating all stifling silence. Not as much what lurks there, what hides or causes it, but the vague idea that the silence is, in and of itself, a threatening construct.

To master my fear? Well it isn't exactly pretty. Instead of silence, or even quiet, I can always a hear a low white noise. A sound that could almost be tuned out if it didn't always shift and change. Music, rythm and pleasant conversation are frequently drowned out by this ever present bastion against the silence.

I have a new fear now though. What if that white noise is the sound of silence itself? Or what if it stops?

>>15632148
Exactly. Your fear is correct, you're insane, but somehow your crazy-person logic is correct. You know that goddamn pixie stole your watch, and you know if you put your sock out as bait and wait for him, that fucker will be back with it and you can nab him. And you're right, he's there, with your watch. Just grab him.

>>15632205
I'll fucking get him this time, I know it.

>>15632103
Your fear is true, you'll never, yourself, convince an attractive young woman to sleep with you. The upside is that you'll find yourself engaged in sexual congress soon enough. She won't be gentle, you won't like it. She guarantees.

I fear being alone. What happens to me?

>>15632273
You're alone with yourself. You'll never have any serious friends, or companions, you're not so much shunned by the world as simply separate. Except, there's always you, all of you... each of you. Who needs anyone else, if you want a job done right you do it yourself, right? Well, friendship is more-or-less a job isn't it?

My greatest fear is going blind. What's my "blessing"?

>>15632345
Your eyelids get cut off.

>>15632352

>I hate original content threads. Please rape my face with your cock

>>15632345
You're blind, friend. Can't see a thing. In fact, you can't even read the words on this screen, can you? But that doesn't stop you from knowing what they are. Actually, you know a bit more, don't you? You know all the code running to get these words there to you, from all the way over here. And the walls around you... you know just how they are, down to the most minute of cracks, or even what's living in those cracks. You know where everything is and what it's doing. I'm going to guess you know a bit more than you'd like... but being blind's not so bad is it? You don't really need your eyes at this point... I'm sure they'd only make it worse.

I'm afraid of dying. It's not so much the fear of pain, or my loved ones being left behind..no, it' sthe fear that in one second, I'll cease to exist. One second I have a million thoughts in my head..and then gone. What if I die suddenly? a stray bullet from some idiot on new years? a heart attack or, something worse, right out of nowhere? But more than anything else in the world...I am absolutely horrified of dying in my sleep.

My greatest fear is that my descent into madness will be complete and I will exist only as a confused, erratic shell with only the barest sliver of a sense of self.

>>15632403
So he's Neo?

Solitude.

I'm constantly surrounded by people I don't care for in a place I don't like. I'm afraid I'll never escape it.

I suppose I'd escape so far I'd never see anyone or anything familiar ever again.

>>15632404
Gone from one world and into the next. You're not even sure when it happened. You've died, but what's that to you, really? Sure, "you" have ended, you're done. You, as a person, are gone. Still, you've yet to really cease impacting the world. You're being eaten now, by bacteria and bugs, and all sorts of unsavory things. Those bits of you in those things will get taken into something more respectable, and what a ride that'll be. Eventually, I'm sure you'll even end up part of a human again. Several humans, in fact. And then, who's to say what "you" are, and just what death means to you? Dead, but still thinking, a real terror.

Nothing frightens me more than suffocating or drowning. Basically anything that stops me from being able to breathe.

I've already nearly had it happen and now people I know make fun of me for refusing to go in any water deeper than my waist and absolutely refusing to go on any kind of boat or ship.

>>15632422
You'll be with them, and them with you, quite until the day you all cease to exist. We've gone on about cessation of existence and what it really means, but that's besides the point. You're stuck with them, they're stuck with you. Of course, the manner in which your confinement persists is rather negotiable. Are they really who or what you think they are? You're about to find out. You'll come to know them so well, it'll be as though you're all a part of each other. Perfect unity.

>>15632458
You can feel it now, your lungs burning, you're just dying for a breath of fresh air. Or any breath. But it doesn't stop with your lungs, no. You're feeling the dead blood pumping through you, no meaningful cargo to speak of. Your heart, your brain, struggling to function without that precious oxygen, that true life-blood hidden inside the red. But, after a while, you can't feel it, can you? That heartbeat. Your survival instincts, telling you to suck in that air. You still want it, that refreshing breeze deep in your chest, but you you're not going to get it, and more important is you're not going to need it.

I'm afraid that there is always something nearby that wants to hurt me but is never visible. It's not invisible, it's just out of my field of vision or on the other side of a closed door or under the bed.

>>15632416
Well, in a bad sort of way. Neo was at one with everything (lol anagram), understanding it. This way, it's just being aware of everything, observing it without necessarily getting the flow of it. I think you're overthinking the first part with computer code.

>>15632545
It is. Right there, wherever there happens to be, just outside your sight. To the left, or the right, whichever it needs to be at any given time. It's just there for you, of course, so don't worry about anyone... even any particular thing taking notice of it. It's not likely to show in any sort of photo. If you do see it, there's a decent chance it will try to go for it and just take you out then and there. Have you ever noticed how your shadow looks, in just the proper angle? I'd try not to, you might get it mad and then there'll be trouble. Of course, it's saving you for itself. It intends to get you at some point, and it's doing its best to ensure it will be able to, it couldn't stand losing the opportunity.

I have some petty fears, such as fear of strong pain or very mild arachnophobia.
But my true fear... I can't think of any. I do not fear death. I do not fear darkness. Weird and unknown only attracts me, instead of scaring. I don't fear for anyone's safety, as nobody means anything to me, including myself.
I'll get nothing, I suppose.

>>15632649
WRONG.

You get... A CUPCAKE.
USE IT WISELY.

>>15632666
>Triple-sixes
What if my fear is now cupcakes?

>>15632404
It truly won't matter, because you'll never know. Being dead is perhaps the least scary thing imaginable, precisely because nobody ever experiences being dead.

>>15632729
Nonexistence can be scary for precisely this reason.

I'm blind. Thanks, asshole.

>>15632726
YOU GET NO CUPCAKES.
USE THEM FRIVOLOUSLY.

My biggest fear is that I won't hold up to my own and other's expectation. My biggest fear is that, when lives are on the line, I'll freeze up and people will die. My biggest fear is that, in front of a million people, I will be asked a question and get it wrong.

My biggest fear is of failure. Failing myself, failing my family, failing my friends. It scares the piss out of me.

I wonder what power this gets me?

>>15632758
At a time when everyone needs you most, you will fail. It will not be a matter of luck, or circumstance. You will unequivocally fail and it will be entirely your fault, a personal failure. Now, since you're so busy breaking down, the world will follow suit. Everyone, everything will cease to function properly. Guns will misfire, cars will screech to a halt, knives will break edge and all men, women and children will despair and lose heart. It will be as if all around you, the world collectively failed. Your fall will be as a well, like gravity unto a black hole, dragging all things down with you.

I guess I fear death most so I think I would become a vampire or something similar, animated and thinking but dead. Just better not be a zombie.

>>15632198
That's tinnitus, mate.

I'm afraid of failure.

>>15632836
>>15632453
Evidently, a piece of you (well, all pieces of you) goes on and integrates into whatever happens to consume it, still with your conscience in it. You get to watch the lives of everyone and everything that chomps on you, and everyone and everything that chomps on them.

>>15632873
>>15632804
You become a Failariah, spreading failure around you to the world.

>>15632873
Not some huge massive thing, I know I have the potential to do crazy things when I get started. I'm horrified of failing myself though, so I rarely try. I'm working on fixing it though.

>>15632891
hah! right as I posted too!

>>15632897
If the whole world's going out like a spotty lightbulb, the definition of failure becomes a bit more obscure. You may not be doing what you would have defined as great, but you're doing great comparatively.

I fear small-talk. I just don't know what to say.

I fear getting turned into one of those raped slut things from /d/.

I fear death because I know there is no afterlife and I will just cease existing.
So... I get to master death? But you could phrase it as "I fear my own death"... am I now immortal or able to inflict death on others?

>>15633011

The man squeezes the trigger and puts a .45 round right through your chest, but no matter how much you bleed and how many of your ribs have pierced your lungs your body refuses to give in. As you cross the street one day a bus plows into you, shattering your bones like glass. Yet as you lie there on the asphalt, a crumpled mess that was once a man, something keeps you bound to the mortal realm, something stops you from passing on no matter how much pain you are in.

...'congratulations' are in order. You cannot die.

I'm afraid of guilt, of being blamed for everything, of having someone I love curse and despise me. And, on a physical level, of squirming things like worms. So, I guess I'd get to drive people to suicide, and maybe an illusion of becoming a mass of worms.

I'm afraid everyone around me is either using me at their own expense, making fun of me, or actively wishing me harm. Even people I don't know are either mocking me or

Well, it turns out when you have paranoid delusions the "gift" lets you make sure people are on your side. Because when I want them to, people will want to be my friend. Of course, people are starting to notice they act a little funny when they're around me... I guess it won't be long before they put two and two together and come after me for real.

I'm afraid of being abandoned.

>>15632897
Well that's cool then, you now have the capacity to save the world. Get to it in your own time...

>>15631618
Plants, I'm so fucking afraid of plants. It such a stupid fear but I always imagine them coming alive and eating me in the most horrific of ways

Dying unhappy and alone.

>>15633539
It's alright. You're fine, the plants aren't too dangerous... simply pervasive. They're growing, now, out of your arms, your chest. You're becoming rather like the Swamp Thing I'd say. It's only a matter of time before they start coming from your eyes and ears. But, like I said, you're fine. Don't think of it as being "surrounded", or "covered". It's more... "accompanied by".

>>15633567
Alone, well that's for sure. Unhappy... that's subjective. You're the subject though, so I can't really say. You are gonna die, and it's not going to be a pleasant thing. But, we've talked about death here before. Eventually, little bits of you are going to work your way into the bugs and the ground, and then on into plants and big animals, then into people. You may have died, it may have been alone, but you're rather set for company now.

Normally, I'm fine. Don't fear anything, heights, murderers, spiders, whatever.

Sometimes, normally when I look in the mirror, I get this creeping, paralyzing fear that everything is real. That this is my body and my life. Luckily, this feeling doesn't last long.

It may sound cliché, but my only true fears were to die and to be left completely alone.

I don't think I've gotten anything yet.

>>15634430
Oh, boy, you and me. We're quite opposites, I'd say. You're not special, a nobody, living the average life. Quite mundane, you are, and that's a fact. Entirely factual. Facts like that tend to enforce themselves quite well, you got your normality and that has a way of extending on. Nothing amazing ever happens to you, or around you. No crazy streaks of luck, no terrible misfortune either though. You're alone in this lot we've had here, because if you're around then the rest of us cease to be so special ourselves. You live in the real world, and the real world follows you.

>>15634521
There's been quite a bit on death and loneliness too. Pretty much you get: your conscience spread throughout your physical self, and some sort of split-personality personal duplication thing.

I'm afraid of myself. I keep having these dreams where I'm some kind of monster taking over the world, I've stop empathizing with my own family and friends, I don't think I'd be able to bring myself to care if someone I thought I cared about were shot right in front of me. I'm a goddamn monster.

I don't fear the dark, but I fear what lurks within it. Just beyond the reach of the porchlight, waiting for me to step into its domain. Lurking in the corner, when I shut off the lights at night, blending in with shadows. Though I'm certain they aren't there, something in my gut tells me they are and won't allow me to let go.

My deepest fear? To be left without power and to have no control over anything that affects me. That, or to be driven insane by being trapped in an endless void, where I experience sheer nothingness.

So what do I get? The power to change my fate to whatever I want?

Spiders.

No I don't want to turn into a spider.
I don't want to control spiders.
Fuck spiders, creepy little venomous bastards.

>>15634629
A monster? How horrible, how terrifying, how... accurate. No empathy, no reason to care what happens to your supposed friends and family. Now, what if there really is no reason to care? You've got no cause for alarm. It's not like this is the first time you've seen them die. At this point, death doesn't seem to be all that good at actually bereaving you. Lucky you don't have to attend any funerals, they're already back on their feet before that's necessary. You can't shed a single tear for their passing, sure, but you really needn't anyway.

I'm afraid of death.

So... what? Can I choose when I die? Am I the master of Death?

This sounds pretty cool to me.

You know what my greatest fear is?
That one day I'll snap. I'll have to put up with people and their bullshit just a bit longer than I can stand, and I'll break. Break them. Do something I'll regret.
...I think I have a good idea about how this one would turn out.

>>15634653
Nobody is ever really scared of the dark itself. It's the mystery, just what's inside the black that gets people going. A primal fear, it is, and entirely justified. There are things, waiting in the shadows, and they want you. I won't say what they want you for, that's not mine to tell. Now, you've got an eye for them. Two eyes, even. You can see them and they know it, so they're gonna try to keep away from you, but they'll take offerings. Anyone, or anything, if you can get it in the dark they'll take it off your hands. Try not to immerse yourself too deeply in darkness though, they're still not entirely disinterested in you.

The thing I fear most, what keeps me up at night, is the idea that I can't trust my own perceptions and mental processes. Making a mistake, forgetting something important and having that one slip-up be big enough that it leads to disaster.

And knowing that it's all my fault.

>>15634784
You will be directed by Ang Lee?
Jesus Christ, that's horrifying.

>>15634670

To elaborate, my greatest fear is that my fate is set, and nothing I do can change it. I must have power, to take control of my fate and overturn it.

Along with insanity from nothingness, another is that I am not my own person, that all I sense and have learned is a elaborate construct that I may never escape from. Hence, I need power to change my fate.

I'm fucking terrified of being lost at sea, stuck treading water in the open ocean with nothing, no hope of rescue, and no way of getting to shore on my own.

>>15634670
You haven't got a choice. Not a single one.
Well, that may not be true. Think of your life as a sort of rail-shooter. You've got a destination, and you're gonna see all the highlights along the way, but the scenery is up to you. Lucky, this means you don't have much to worry about, really. All your choices are superficial, your life is quite planned out. You can just sit back and let life sweep you across.

>>15634693
Nah, neither so obvious. You don't control the spiders, they're there whether you want them or not. You're the goddamn spiderman and you're not going to like it.

>>15634816

So I'll know my fate, and only have power to choose how to best enjoy it?

I suppose I can live with that,

>>15634791
You've got it right, you're going to misunderstand, forget, lose your place. Of course, what's really worth remembering is questionable at best. Afterall, if you can't remember it, who's to say if it was really there to begin with? You can't remember a name, precisely, maybe it was Tim, or Tom, whichever you'd like. Could've been Tim, but if you think Tom it is, then it's Tom now. Your losing your grasp on reality, but so is reality.

I'm afraid of people seeing past my mask of normality, of realizing that the man they believe I am never existed at all and that I'm different than them.

>>15634813
There's a decent chance you're wrong, but it seems to you that even your bathwater stretches across, around and down for miles. You're all alone, can't find your way out, but what do you really need with land? Can't drink saltwater? You can simply spit the salt out, give it a try. Food's abundant, the sea is your bounty. You may be alone so far as human company goes, but have you ever really listened to the waves? You can hear it, can't you? It's like words. Rather, it is words. You're learning to understand them.

I was attacked by a dog when I was a kid, and now I'm terrified of any dog bigger than what I can comfortably punt like a football.

Even if it's a friendly, tail-wagging fuzzy pet, I'm just scared that when I get too close to it, it'll snap and try and tear out my throat.

>>15634854
Quite a mask, isn't it. Now, what's behind it? Is that even really you? Do you think you're alone, in this abnormality? No, certainly not. Those masks, yours may be transparent now, you may be feeling a bit exposed but you've got an eye for the seams others have. You can see, can't you, just what everyone else is hiding? You're not something special, the entirety of the normal world is a mask and you're peeling it back. Truth, friend, is an ugly thing.

>>15634898
That old blood, that mean man-eater wolf, it never really left. That's still in there, in them. Friendly they might seem, but you've got it, they've got a thirst for blood that's gone a long time unanswered. Around you, this blood comes to the fore, the domesticated pup is back to its roots, closer to the wolf than it's been. But they don't like the taste of you, do they? No, the ravenous beast is content to ignore you, terrible meal that you are, but don't rile it up. It may come after you out of anger.

This reads like a Don't Rest Your Head splat.

So... I either control spiders or become some sort of spider monster.

Either way, this is going to be one of those "falling into a cave full of bats" moments. I'm going to get to work on my costume, I'll have to learn how to work silk into cloth first (might be a bit harder if I'm the one producing it)

I'll need a name too. I'm not really good with naming things and the best one for this situation is already taken.

Meh, I'll use it till I come up with something better.

Alright criminals, lookout, here comes the spider-man

I can control insects, you say?

Forgetting who I am.

>>15634933
>>15634944
No, there's no control involved. You all can summon your feared bugs, but you can't get them to do shit for you. They're just gonna hang out and fuck up your and everyone else's day.

>>15634878

Soooo I really am lost at sea, but I become some sort of fish person that can survive there?

not sure if I like the sound of that.

>>15634983
Well then I think I'll become an exterminator.

I'll just get a hazard suit and a gas mask, sit in a house I've filled with bug bombs and call spiders to me.

Problem solved. I'm Dale Gribbel on Steroids

I feared the law.
Now I enforce it.

>Nobody really knows what's true.

I do, i fuckin do,
because
Critical thinking.

And no, i expect some of you do really belive this.

> i fuckin do,
>i

Ahem.

>>15635017
>herp derp I don't get the point of the thread at all

I fear power. Over other people, that is. I don't trust myself with that kind of responsibility. So, I assume, mind control.

Okay, eather I am going to become Spiderman, or I'll manifest some powers that are related to the fear of me being a miserable beta for the rest of my life...
Fuck.

I have two major fears. One is of driving. Complete dibilitating phobia. I get behind the wheel ans grip the wheel so hard my fingers go numb, and that's before the car starts.

Other fear is of blood. Not little drops of blood but injuries ranging from a sliced fonger to a gunshot wound. I freak out BAD.

You know what I'm scared of most of all? Not leaving an impact on the world around me. I have no problem with dying, everybody dies at some point. But what if, even as I live I make no real difference in the world? What if, after those years of mine are up, nobody even cares about me? What if everything I try to accomplish amounts to nothing, and I'm forgotten within two generations?

That's my greatest fear, that I'll never do anything that really changes the world.

>>15635017
There's a variety of issues with this claim.

See: The entire philosophical school of idealism.

The only way you and I can perceive our environments are as a result of our brain's interpretation of sense data. All it takes is one of our methods to differ, and it's possible that you and I are getting totally different results.

Alternatively, there's the instrumentalist school of science, which suggests science, while extremely helpful, is not, speaking in a technical sense, true. Our understanding of Gravity is just that, our understanding of it, not the full, accurate account of gravity.

rolled 4, 3 = 7

I fear death. It's been flirting with me all my life, and now...What a peculiar situation. Nothing has changed.

Snakes. I hate snakes.

Seriously though, I do. I freeze whenever I see one.

>>15635108
Driving, hmm? What is it that's got you so frightened? Crashing, perhaps? The idea that you're controlling a big metal block several times heavier than you? You're going to crash, yeah, that's the bad news. Good news is, you aren't going to be too troubled by it. Your car is going to keep running. Boy, will it run. You're not going to stop it.

As for blood, just consider all the blood you've got running in you. Now, here's the trick, it's gone. You've not got a single drop left to bleed out, haven't you? Cuts don't bother you much anymore, I imagine.

But... I don't know which of my fears is strongest! I'm not sure if it's my overwhelming fear of death (primarily from old age, other forms are at least for the most part avoidable) or my fear that I'm genuinely a lazy person, or that circumstance will prevent me from accomplishing anything noteworthy in my life...

I am affraid of horses.

>>15635169
Not too sure I understand the driving portion. I'm in a car that never stops?

As for the blood fear, I take it I'm either dead or a zombie...

>>15635125
You won't do anything more than anyone else has done, your death will impact the land where you get buried most of all. Of course, being forgotten doesn't imply you'll be forgetting the world anytime soon. Your existence, while unobserved by the world at large, will continue to impact the world in notable ways. You won't ever get that big, lasting monument that everyone acknowledges, but they say the devil is in the details. Yours will be the fate of a wandering plague of, let's say, luck. You can manipulate a few things, here or there, leave life different than it was when you happened upon it. And this will persist unto the end of time, as long as you can... remember.

Yeah thanks, Some gift. I cant even get out od bed without running into people. everywhere not even a moment to myself! I hate people why the hell would you do this to me? Do you get off on fucking with my reality, I feel like I cant fucking breathe most of the time. Fuck you When we all go itso n your head ofr each one who isnt me. My fear? Dying alone.

Amnesia. I am deathly afraid of waking up one day and not knowing who or where I am, how I got to wherever I end up, and so on and so forth.

>>15635652
You posted that yesterday, when this was up the first time.

>>15635663

What? No I-

Oh. You clever bastard.

>>15635671

I'm really afraid of the door on the side of a skydiving plane and having to sit teetering on the edge without falling off headfirst or I could get tangled in a parachute and die.

so... I turn into a half a million quid metal doorframe? Great...

>>15635652
Amnesia, poof, no past to speak of. Possibly not even the words to speak it with. Of course, past experiences are how we define ourselves, without them who can you really say you are? Why, perhaps you're looking at this the wrong way? Who, really, are you? You can just drop out of that life, that person, you know that, right? Who are you? Well, who would you like to be? You might think of yourself as a different person, but what's the difference in the long run? You can be anyone, without that baggage called "past", and the world will accept you for who you really are.

I'd hate to actually try to manage a party where everyone has these sort of powers, they're all pretty conflicting and overpowered.

>>15635823
As someone mentioned above, this is pretty much like Don't Rest Your Head. Powers can be fairly broken, but it's narrative system, so that doesn't actually mean anything.

>>15635755

...did I just become the Red Joker from Wild Cards?

I'm afraid of not being good enough, of not being worthy of what I have, and I dread the day when the world realizes it and everything I love goes away.

Also being eaten alive, but that's not exactly as existential.

So, we've got some mysterious individual claiming to be handing out magic powers based on your innermost fear. This individual also claims his own powers are based on manipulating the perception of reality. What are the chances he's a sadistic (magic) asshole just using his own powers to trick you into thinking he's granted you any powers? The whole fear thing could be bullshit he made for his own amusement.

>>15635944
What is worth actually worth, would you say? You're not worth much, you think. Not worthy of much either. So if you're worthless, are you worthy of being worthless? Worthiness is itself worthless, everything is equally entitled to everything else. You can take what you please, but don't expect to keep it.

>>15635962
Now that's just hurtful, I'd say. Thinking I'd go and do a thing like that, that I could even go and do a thing like that. That aside, I've never said I was in charge of the process, have I?

>>15636096
>No inherent worth
>Everyone is equally entitled to everything

Your super power is communism. I hope you're proud of yourself.

>>15636096
>You can take what you please, but don't expect to keep it
Maaaaaan. I don't like this power at all. I mean, it'd be neat for material things (I think I'd like to watch some tv -yoink-) but for shit like friendship and love? I wanna keep those.

>>15636238
Then you shouldn't have accepted a power from some randomer on 4chan. You know Satan posts here?

>>15636277
Naw dude, Satan wouldn't have mentioned the "don't expect to keep it" part. I would have had to discover it in an ironic way (such as I use my new powers to get a bunch of material wealth, but the love of my life is displeased/suspicious and leaves me, presumably alone in a big empty house, staring blankly at the wall).

>>15636381
Didn't you hear? They brought in new regulations. Evil wish granting entities now have to gloat at their victims. The disappointment it all upfront this way.

I fear a special kind of death.

I fear death without notoriety. I fear death before I have made an impact on the world. I fear death without sharing the utmost my mind has to offer.

>>15636441
>Evil wish granting entities now have to gloat at their victims.
I'm not sure if you mean Satan or me, but I'm neither evil nor exactly wish granting.

>>15636496
Mostly Satan, but the regulations also cover djinn, magical hobos and talking fish.

>>15636621
Magical Hobo is close, but I do have an apartment.

So, how many of you would actually accept a proposition like this, in-character or out? Get a magic power from a reality-warping hobo (with an apartment) that is loosely based on your greatest fear and might possibly be an elaborate magical ruse?

>>15637316

Well, yeah. The upside is that it'd become a lot less scary once you have control of it. This is the point.

...Just don't know how far I'd get with a petrification phobia, but...

>>15637345
I wonder what petrification would net you. Main theme is your fear is realized, so you would actually become physically petrified, but the upshot is always something that allows you to ignore the negative aspect, like maybe Futurama-Ship style move-the-world-around-you shit.

My greatest fear is needles. So... I can shoot needles, I guess?

>>15637469
Not quite, that's a bit boring isn't it. You're going to get all sort of needles in you, but it's not going to both you much. You're not even going to feel it, I imagine. All the skin on you, it's less a wall now and more of a gate. You can let whatever you'd like pass into any part of your body without disturbing anything at all. The same goes in reverse, you can take it back out without a scratch. No pain, no injury, just a bit of a tingle, a jolt, as you watch the object "pierce" your flesh. A Phantom pain, not quite imagined, not quite real, partially based on memory, what you think you should be feeling.

I'm terrified of not having any control over my body. Now, I don't mean that in the traditional "shit bro you possessed" way, but more like...the difference between flying, and driving. I'm terrified of flying because if something happens to the plane...I'm fucked. There's nothing I can reasonably do to change the situation I'm in. Driving, on the other hand, lends me a few more options. I can at least try to save myself. Same thing with caves and the ocean. Oh, and being unable to move my limbs especially.

>>15637648
Inertia, it's an interesting concept, isn't it? You start moving, and if not for forces pushing you back you'd keep going forever. It seems like sometimes though, you forget about all the resistance and your inertia keeps you going long past the time it should have. You'll start and you won't stop, just continuing on without tiring. You don't even have to be going particularly fast, or even entirely moving your whole body. You don't even have to be walking. You're not tired though, you didn't really hurt yourself running into things either. Whatever the activity, you were comfortable doing it the whole time, but once you were set upon the task, you simply couldn't stop. Try not to walk towards the ocean, or into traffic though.

What I fear most out of anything is a loss of identity. Something happens, to the brain, to the body, to the mind, to the soul, that changes me into someone, something else...maybe someone worse, but who can remember who I used to be and wishes he could go back to being me, but...that is impossible. Alzheimer's, brain damage, all that shit, just drives me nuts with existential terror.

>>15637799
I'd guess pretty much see:
>>15635755

Loss of Identity and loss of Memory are reasonably interchangeable.

>>15635246
And what if I've forgotten? How is it then that I can tell what I need to remember, and how can I reclaim the things I have already forgotten?

Guess I better start a journal.

I'm afraid that everyone I know is talking shit about me behind my back.

>>15637897
You now know Exactly what people are saying behind your back, good or ill. Every time someone mentions your name while meaning you in context, you hear that sentance and the next five after in the conversation.

I fear giving in to the occasional urges to do something horrible; that all my attempts to do something good and kind will result in something worse than the problem I was trying to solve.

>>15639035
Rar.

>>15639057
You Again?!

I fear being alone, waking up on day to find everyone gone. I think that would send me over the edge.

So I guess, my power would be popularity. There is always someone to hang out with, if I feel the need. I dunno, what do you guys think I'd get?

I am afraid that a certain girl will die or be taken away before I can have her.

My mastery is being alpha as fuck.

60sspiderman.jpg

I am having these dreams of being crushed in a deluge, a grain in a sea of huge boulders rolling down the hill, under me and over me, smashing me everytime we touch. Also a very strange and somehow incredibly scary dream of being a small stem of some grass or something and suddenly realizing myself being inside a tree, as the stem, being crushed from all sides by what is basically me, but so much stronger, not a bit less delicate, just brutally powerful, unknowing of it's hardness and power itself destroying something else. I don't fear anything otherwise, but sometimes these fears scare me.

Analyze the shit out of this.

>>15631618
I fear horny, attractive sluts.

What do I get?

I fear being late, of having no knowledge of the time, and of generally being uncertain about what my precise 4th dimensional moment is. Call it a generalised order/amnesia fear, if you like.

Any ideas as to what my power would be?

>>15639319
Slowing time for others, but never for yourself. You can profit from this power in slowing dome someone else, but you can't ever use it to make yourself faster. You can make others be late, bu can't make yourself be at time. That way you keep your fear, but don't have to actually look at it ever again.

Alternatively, ZA WARUDO

Alternatively, Homura returning in time to redo stuff until you do everything on time. You travel as yourself and with concentrated will, once you die anyhow it's game over.

I fear being touched and touching people. (childhood trauma, long story).
To master it? I guess my skin turns into iron. I will feel nothing, and nothing will be able to damage or pierce my surface. Nothing to be afraid of.

>>15639293
Herpes.

>>15639249
I'd have to say, it sounds like you're afraid you're losing a part of yourself, the grain or the stem, to changes in your overall self, the deluge or tree. So, your mastery would realize the loss of that part of you, but it would be replaced by an understanding of your inner self and those of others. At the cost of losing a piece of yourself, you gain the freedom to look within and truly discern the nature of your own self and others.

Sounds too positive, probably.

Another fear of dying here.
Slightly different take on the power though:
I would actually assume that lots of things would die around me, but I would always 'miraculously' survive whatever terrible event happened. At least until dying of old age.
Witness death all the time, always coming close but never quite being killed.

I have a fear of burning, not fire but actually burning.
When I was 10 I was on a camping trip with my family and a couple other families and one of my friends fell into a big campfire we had and I saw the whole fucking thing.
she ended up with well over 3/4 of her face reduced to scar tissue losing most of her nose and lips, her entire left arm is nothing put a big pile of scars and she lost all 5 fingers on that hand.
so what do I get?
This shit gave me nightmares well into my late teens and every once and a while I see her around town and I am remember her screams.This shit fucked up my life for a while but what always gets me is she is the most fucking cheerful person I have ever met and has never let anything get her down.

I fear being exposed. I dread more than anything else that my lies will all fall appart, that there really is both a universal observer and justice in the world, and that Everyone, including myself, will have to look on me as I truly am.

I fear that I will waste my potential, that I was giving a gift, including a disproportionately huge portion of the earth's resources my entire life and a 99th percentile IQ, and I will do nothing but continue to senselessly be a drain on the world.

what do i get, for either or for both?

i fear losing time. every time any media has memory loss as a small element of the plot i freak out and can't understand why everyone in universe isn't losing their minds and focusing on that. if i can't remember it, it never happened, relative to me, and if my memory can be erased what's ensuring that what i think i remember is the truth?

Giant Squids and Open Water.
If both, I'm likely to flip my fucking shit all over your shit.

>>15639602
Oh, it sound very right, though. Thanks.

>>15639774
Oh, fire, ravenous beast chained ever so lightly by civilization. It burns all that it is fed, with no mind for friend. That burn is the real danger, the dancing light of the flames can damage the eyes but poses little threat otherwise. What is the fire without the burn though? Nothing, but the burn without the fire still has its threat unshielded. You're burning now, and so you'll remain, but like a fire without, you're not being consumed by the burn. You've got the burn and it calls to like, you can draw in burn, pain, hate and feed it to the burn within you. Your skin warps as the heat builds within you until it cracks and snaps and pours the burn out. You feel the burn, you feel it, but you let it pass through you, and it leaves no lasting mark, despite the everlasting pain.

My greatest fear is hurting the woman I love.

...Fuck, I don't wanna play this game if I'm right as to where this is going.

>>15639873
The fear of exposure, that dread wicked self within dragged into the light and the realization that the wicked self and the face you wear are the same thing, it's always a downer I have to say. They'll find them, they'll see you for what you are. All your innermost darkness will be revealed, for all the world to see. But who's to say your darkness will be alone, pitiful in its ugliness and solitude? You can see their darkness, if you look, and draw it out. In facing the light shining on your own darkness, you'll become like the light. No secret shall persist within your gaze.

A mind's a terrible thing to waste, it's said. That's up for debate, but we'll go with it for now. Your head's filled with all the machinery to grind out solutions, to puzzle out puzzles, calculate and plan, but it's all gone unused. You've wasted your smarts and worsened the world for it. Now though, everything is sort of starting to click. You've got a knack for seeing through to answers. It's kinda compulsory now. You know what's right and wrong with everything, don't you? And it's your job to set wrong to right.

>>15639035
>>15639117
What's this robot thing from?

>>15640359
Nox, from Wakfu. He's a time wizard. Can't say too much, Wakfu's not considered "/tg/ related".

I would say my biggest fear is to not be remembered and to not influence a lot of people.

Mind and Memory Control I would guess.

>>15640378

Oh no, brother. People remember you, alright; they hang on your every single word, gather in great numbers from the four corners of the earth just to hear you speak, to listen to what you have to say. You're a mover and shaker, all right, they say. You're right, and we better go tell the world.

And they do set out, and they do spread the word, 'cept you are a part of the word no longer. And you watch as, bit by bit, the world changes to reflect what you believe, except you aren't a part of it. You may end up being the greatest statesmen in history, but no one will see you in the street, no one will know what you did. Everything other than the basics of your message shall vanish with the departing crowd.

I do believe this deserves an archive. What do you fine fellows think?

What about the fear of death itself

>>15640194
Actually, damn it all, I'm curious. What will my abusive superpower be?

>>15639873
Tell us about your lies.

>>15639873
Tell us about these lies

The end of my existence with my life, and of losing my mind. I now Am. I exist and will exist, and my mind will be mine no matter what happens.

I really wish it wasn't so.

>>15640656
>>15640194
Alright, I hadn't actually gotten word for that one, but they're willing to take it. You've done it now, haven't you? Lost control, made some hasty mistakes. Your anger got the better of you and you've misdirected it rather badly. So, what exactly have you done? Taken you anger and translated it to pain, exploded more-or-less. So, what sort of dynamo does this make you? You don't even have to move any more, your body has become unnecessary for the transfer. The angrier and angrier you get, the more pain washes out from you like a wave. But, you don't have to let it, you can translate the anger directly to pain right inside. Can you bear the pain to keep from lashing in anger?

>>15640578
Decent DRYH-style power writefaggotry. I'd agree.

>>15640853
You bet your ass I'd keep it inside.

There's a good reason why I fear harming my girlfriend more than death itself.

>>15640578
>>15640947
I put in the request, but had a typo in the title.
Vote now:
http://suptg.thisisnotatrueending.com/archive.html

I'm scared of pain.

Not mental or emotional pain, but physical pain. I don't generally play sports or do risky activities like sky-diving or water skiing or whatever because I'm terrified of something going wrong and having to just lay there in agony with no way to make it stop.

I'm afraid of other people finding out about what I really am, so I suppose that translates into invisibility or etherealness or something.

You know how people talk about finding their "true" self, listening to their heart and all that "be yourself" bullshit?

Lately I've been starting to realize that I have no true self, just a shell of learned behaviors and social graces mimicked from other people, adapted to different situations. And that thought terrifies me, that I'm just a hollow persona with no depth other than what I display to other people.

So what does that translate to? Some sort of shapeshifting power?

>>15641440
You gain the ability of choice, Anon.

Use it wisely.

>>15641338
Pain's alright. You're going to be seeing quite a lot of it, I imagine. You're, well, fragile now. Every little scrape and jolt seems to tear and snap, but despite the awareness of the pain of each hit, you find you never actually take it. Any damage that should hit you is shunted off, to someone or something else. A real bruiser, they don't even know it hit them since they didn't get the pain. That's all for you, still.

>>15641440
There's not really much to speak to here is there. Plenty to speak about, but to who is it really going? What sort of thing are you? If the whole is equal to, or possibly even less than, the sum of its parts, what's the point in keeping them together? You can shed, if you catch my meaning, certain bits of yourself and puppet them about, through the filter of what sort of thoughts you shed. If you let them all slip away though, what's really left?

What kind of powers do I have with the irrational fear of getting murdered? Or seeing a goddamn face outside the window/in the mirror at night? Those are the only things that "scare" me.

>>15641485
Hmm, inspired to do a little writefagging for this one.

The man advanced on the huddled figure in the alleyway, the orange glow of the streetlight reflecting off of the wicked, serrated knife he held aloft.

"You could've just taken the easy way out, huh? But no, you had to play hero, and now where's it going to get you? Nothing but pain, my friend!"

The figure shakily got to his feet, struggling against the dirty brick wall behind him, only to be brought down again by the knife thrust into his chest, once, twice, three times. Lying on the ground, wracked with spasms of white-hot agony, the man stabbed manages to gasp out a few words.

"Pain...

You know nothing... of pain."

Confused, the man wielding the knife brings it low, and lifts up his hand to see blood - his blood - on his hand, dark and shiny in the soft orange radiance of the streetlight. Now he falls, and the other man rises, still panting, still shivering, but still intact.

"But I do."

I'm afraid of being alone.

>>15641522
You've got a friend, yeah. Friend may not be the most technically accurate term, but it's what we'll be using. He just wants to keep an eye on you, you see. Just a little peek here or there. He doesn't mind if you stare back, he's not too shy. Of course, your friend's got a bit of a vested interest in you. Afterall, he's got to help you out, that's what friends are for. Eventually, your blood is going to be on his hands, and he can't let it get tainted before that happens. If everything goes right, you should be back on your feet, your friend with you, not too shortly after. Then you'll just need to find the next one like you and start keeping an eye on them, your new friend.

I'm scared of other people finding out that I'm trying to analyze them, that they're just a passing oddity that is to be observed and noted, and that I don't care about them in the slightest.

My greatest fear is that the entire way I think is completely wrong, and I'm damaged on some fundamental level. After that, having the knowledge to do things of import, but find myself utterly lacking the capacity to follow through.

What do you have for me kind sir?

>>15641653
Is it not obvious? They've always known. They've been putting on a show for you, giving you something to analyze. Have you been keeping track, paying attention? The pieces should all fit together now, with a glance you can deduce names, origins, and even some amount of their life story.

>>15641713
You know, we're a lot alike. You've got it right, or rather, you've got it wrong. You don't think the same as the rest of them, though I'll say "wrong" is subjective in this case. Your thoughts are as true as theirs, or rather equally false. Of course, the difference is you've caught on. That sense of wrongness, it's not compared to the rest of them, it's compared to the truth. You can impose that wrongness onto people, get it? Take their ideas and just, well, wrong them up. Obscure their perception of the truth even further. In doing so, you'll take some of that wrongness you've got, cleanse it away and come even close to the truth yourself. I'll be seeing you there.

>>15641485
>>15641594
>>15637764
>>15640095
>>15640316
1) I want this to be the next nWoD game I play
2) I want that guy to run it

>>15641872
And what might your fear be?

>>15640695
>>15640683
>>15639873
No. Even to anonymous strangers online. Thus the whole primal fear thing.

>>15641900
I'm this guy
>>15639873

I'm afraid of corpses. Not even walking ones, the plain old inert ones. This can't lead to anything good.

>>15641949
Ah, the deceased. Venerated, honorable, regal... stinking, rotting corpses. The fear doesn't lie in what you've actually got in your sight, the flesh is cold, the muscles rigid. That thing ain't getting ready to do anything anytime soon, is it? No, what the dead represents is what's got you all jittery. You're frightened by the fact that what used to be a walking, talking, living person is now a chunk of meat fit for the worms. It's certainly not pleasant to meander on, is it? Well, the basics of it go, that's just more fear of death isn't it? Yours is a bit different though, you don't seem to interested in your own eventuality, just pondering the passing of others. So, how'd you feel to find the dead, while dear indeed, aren't entirely departed? Not to say they're trapped in there, though also not to say there aren't some that are... but some little bit of them still hangs about, still gives you that feeling that you're looking at a human being. There doesn't need to be. In fact, they'd be better off without it. So, here, try this, you can sort of... pluck the dead from the remains. Take a peek in, learn a bit about their life, and truly set their rested to rest.

If anyone reading this thread plays or thinks they may play Don't Rest Your Head, you might want to take notes. Good Madness powers are hard to come by.

I'm afraid I may have wasted my potential. That I might be capable of doing something great, but somewhere along the way I settled for something far less amazing because it was easier. And sometimes I'm afraid that I'm wrong, that I never could have amounted to more than I am now.

I'm afraid of failing. I'm afraid of not being good enough. For my job. My girlfriend. My friends. My life. I'm afraid I'll fail each of them at a critical time.

So thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you. Your gift has alleviated my fear of failure, and with it, the possibility of failure. As its master, failure is something I can now simply choose not to do. Your gift has given me perfection, of a sort. If you'll excuse me, I have thinking to do, medical school to apply to, and a bar exam to take.

still want this thread to be alive in the morning bump

>>15643019
I'll assist you

So we get the "cure" to whatever we fear most?

I'm scared of being alone and of people hating me or thinking badly of me, so I'd perhaps get the ability to control what people think of me or to make people want to know me.

Bump for the morning crowd.

i'm afraid of zombies

Sharp objects. Normally, I'm ok with them if I see them in media or in videah games or whatnot. But if someone else is holding a knife or something sharp, I am just like nope.jpg

I'm also afraid of super violence and gore. Even if it's meant to be cheesy, it still makes me squeamish. I prefer someones insides staying on the. ..well, inside.

I'm afraid that I'm somehow less than human; that my existence and personality are somehow hollow, an act. What does that leave me?

i have a few fears.

sometimes when i lose some of my concentration or when i'm angry i say things that have great emotional impact on the recieving person, almost all of the time in a bad way. i try really hard not to do it and i have caught myself from saying these things many times before but occasionally at the end of the day after hard work something slips out and then someone ends up in tears.

i fear those moments, i hate those moments and trying so hard not to do it is so... tiring.

Im afraid of one simple thing... I dont really know how to say it with one word but imagine you did everything you were supposed to do that day and then before you go to sleep, someone says to you "Wake Up". And then you wake up, again on that same day, with a freaking deja vue feeling.
That Is My Only Fear.

>>15643954
The walking dead, a real live(-ish) horrorshow. When hell's got no room left, et cetera. So, you've got the less than living taking a swing at the living. This isn't quite the situation the dead are used to, it's less dislike for their living counterparts than it is driven by confusion. It's quite unsettling to see the face of someone you know moved around by something you don't, isn't it? So, why don't you get to know them? You get a good idea what's behind their head, you can get them to understand just what they're doing.

>>15631779
>>15631720
Great. Thanks for nothing.

>>15640581
Kinda skipped this one

>>15632033

i have never had any trouble finding my posts, dont you recognize your own writing? is it some sort of script?

>>15643960
See a knife and go all to pieces, do you? Well, do you? Fear of the blade, of getting cut, of having bits of you taken off you. If you didn't fall apart before, you're going to now. See, the blade that cuts doesn't exactly have to hurt you. I mean, it will hurt yes, but not quite... damage. The pieces you've lost still fit with the one's you've got left? Just slap them back together, clean as can be. You've got a bit of trouble keeping from getting cut, but it hardly matters now, does it?

>>15645172
Death has been done to death in this thread. It'd be redundant.

>>15644736
Of course, how very inhuman, inhumane. You haven't got much in the way of a soul, do you? Provided souls exist, that is. So what have you got where your soul should be, hmm? A whole lot of nothing, all sorts of nothing, every variety of nothing. How's osmosis go? High concentration areas tend to flow into low concentration areas until their concentration is equalized, right? How's it, to have a soul that's taken from whatever little bits leaked out from those around you?

>>15645112
Got you hate on broadcast, haven't you? Got thoughts of infinite bitterness, born from anger and tuned to strike with the deepest resonance, right at their weakest point. Got a pretty good understanding of being hurtful, that's true enough. That's only gotten more true, now. You understand just what to say, all the time, for the greatest emotional impact, but it doesn't all have to be negative. You've got the words to inspire, console, and regale. Just keep watch on that hateful stinger, your words pierce ever so much more.

You know whats scary? Try smiling as devilish you can, showing your teeth infront of the mirror, with flashing lights

And also try to tell yourself a lie, something like the mirror picture you see is alive and will hurt you, rip you apart and take over your life.

>>15645135
We've met before, haven't we? In fact, I'd say it was right here, too. Decent chance I said the same things I'm saying now, and you responded quite the same as you will now. You probably get a lot of that, don't you? Everyone's familiar, you've already been everywhere you've ever gone before. Can't be though, there's got to be a first time for everything, hasn't there? Who's to say which time was the first though? Or which time you're currently at? Deja vu, all over again.

>>15645430
...mind = blown

Let's keep this around a bit longer.

I'm terrified of not being in control of my own actions, as in something else controlling my body and all I can do is watch and scream inside my own brain. Or accidentally controlling someone's body, as in I am the intruder and someone else is the one screaming inside their brain, I just can't hear it.

As a kid I used to have nightmares, horrible stuff.
As I grew older I started taking inspiration from them, using the images to make hideous, monstrous figures of clay, antagonists for the hero's quest. And the nightmares subsided.

But one remained, I am 18 years old, and it still haunts me. It's just a slide show of images, completely senseless and unrelated, but they are accompanied by a distinct emotion.
Guilt, overwhelming guilt and realization of having epic;y failed at... something, enough to let down CONTINENTS worth of people.

That's my only fear, OP. Doubt you can actually turn it in my favour in any way.

>>15650106
The absolutely worst nightmare I have ever had was set at night on the street my parents lived on when I was young. It was a small development, and at the corner there was a single high street light. Because of the general lack of occupants near that end of the street when night fell, the light illuminated a circle of pavement, and nothing else; my nightmare recreated this remarkably effectively. In the dream I stand next to the light, and an empty aluminum can is being moved across the street through the light. It's moved in a jerking fashion as though kicked each time, or pulled on some invisible string.

Embarrassingly, this is the entirety of the dream, or at least what I can remember, if there is more, I cannot remember it. All I know beyond this is that the dream will end and I will be in my bed; cold sweats, nighttime paralysis, wracked with fear like I've never felt it before.

Seriously, the dreams I have of columns of twisting churning fire miles in diameter and extending into the deep of space are not scary, they're awe inspiring, but that damn can...

I am afraid of the zombie apocalypse. I have nightmares of running away from an ever-present, undead danger, of being devoured ceaselessly and of wandering the world as a distant, undying visitor, always hungry.

In my dreams, I always lose.

This is nightmare thread now!!!
At least until OP is back

>>15650106

Yours' is the strength that comes from knowing that failure is not an option. Sure, you could crash your bike or kick open some teeth, but you're not better than that; you're better than everybody.

You have to be, because if you aren't, you'd disappoint every living being you've ever met, plus everybody else, too. From this conviction, you draw the stability and fortitude of mountains, taking everything they've got to throw against you and then ten times more.

You're unstoppable, but then again... you have to be.

I'm afraid of whatever is outside, as in, I can't look out a window at night for fear that something will pull me through, and I can't look into a mirror either. In fact, I'm afraid that there could be something behind me as I type this, hiding in the corner of my room, waiting to 'get' me.

So I suppose that means I can hide anywhere. I could be standing right beside you and you wouldn't notice, even if I just stood slightly out of view. I could watch you and make sure you weren't watching me.

>>15650272

Frigging wow.

>>15644736

You know that feeling you sometimes have, of wearing a mask, of being watched?

That feeling is you. You are the one watching yourself. You are the cause, and the target, of your own paranoia. The feelings of selfdoubt stem from your own perceived lack of substance and it, like everything else you are, you constructed out of gossamer dreams and whatever other etheric flotsam you could find.

And from building yourself, from patching together leaking faucets and poorly-mortared bricks, you have come to understand the flaws of others. Their fears, their worries, their hates... all the things that cause them to crack in the shadows. You see them, and they are made plainly available to you - a dreadful keyboard of human emotions, feelings in button format.

Tantalizing.

I don't usually have nightmares, but sometimes I get freaked out at how very very real the dream feels.

I mean, it is a dream, so sometimes the air feels like water (and I swim in it), other times I am a crazy scientist hijacking the eiffel tower for some experiment involving eletricity.

But when I eat something, I can feel the taste.
When I touch something, I can feel the material, the weight, sometimes even the texture.
I can even feel the wind lashing at my face.

I just can't really control my dreams or my actions inside of it. And I remember my dreams almost every single day.

Once I dreamt I was immortal and asked the witch who did it to me to undo it, and she did.
And I really felt like I died. The most weird thing was waking up ad realizing I wasn't scared of "being dead" in the dream.

>>15645233
We have fear of non-existence and related
Not fear of the concept of death
Of course the OP bitched out with the death answers too.

>>15650297

There's always something right out of view, right behind the door, just outside the light... and it is you.

You are blessed with the ultimate stealth ability. You are always just outside the edge of hearing, the line of sight... there exists no sensor on Earth that can detect you. Like a ghost, you drift across the sensory interface of every being whose path you cross, always not quite there, always the strange sound heard at the cusp of awakening from sleep. Your ability lets you go anywhere, and you do; the greatest museums, the most secret military installations, the oddest scientific labs. You've dined in the Louvre, you've danced on top of the missiles in their silos on both sides of the Iron Curtain, you've explored every archive, every nook, edge and cranny of every place because there is nowhere where you cannot go.

You can go anywhere, do anything... but who would ever, ever know?

>>15640581

There is no such thing as "fear of death". A fear of death will always under close scrutiny turn out to be mash-up of other, seemingly unrelated fears - mostly the fear of non-existence, fear of the unknown and fear of pain, in some form.

Death is incomprehensible. We understand our world in terms of twos; light, dark, heat, cold, life, death. Death is the opposite number of life, but whereas the other items are both understandable, life entails everything we can know, and death entails nothing that we can know. You cannot fear what you do not know. You can fear the unknown, but even that is only fear based on the edge of knowledge, like a picture of an orb, seen in inverse.

Death is incomprehensible. Fear of death is meaningless.

Understand, and be free.

>>15640552
>>15640552
But... then my fear comes true... I thought this was a way to twist our fears so it looks like we never experienced them. I thought I would end up becoming misinterpreted and considered worse than Hitler until the end of days or something.

I'm a selfish bastard, I wish to see the world change in my image because it's MY image, and I wish people to remember and revere ME if it's just like mine but not mine, it's useless. To be accursed is better than to be forgotten.

I fear nothing.

Well, that's not entirely exact. I get the adrenaline kicks out of tangible danger, or out of being surprised, and will automatically hesitate before subjecting myself to danger unless I had made up my mind beforehand.

But I don't fear hypotheticals. I have no fears that could be deemed irrational, and I don't fear that are actually considered quite normal to fear. In particular, I have no fear response at all in situations that are beyond my control; for instance, very strong turbulence on a flight. I took the recommended steps and after that I just kind of took the motion like if it were a rollercoaster while people around me yelled and cried. My reasoning is that if I can't realistically affect a situation, there's no reason to get physically agitated over it. If someone randomly pointed a gun at my face on the street my heart would go into overdrive, but if I were gagged and tied up in a chair when the same thing happened, I reckon I'd remain perfectly calm.

People seem to have quite a hard time believing this, but I'm more concerned about the fact that I can't understand their fears.

>>15650616

As the only person in this thread, you will leave as you came: with nothing.

By my reckoning, that makes you the luckiest person here.

I'm afraid of failure.
WHAT THE FUCK NOW.

My greatest fear by far is losing control of myself. Again.

The last time that happened I was in a fistfight with my father. It took ten years to make that right, for both of us. The scariest part is that I was able to rationalize and justify everything I did before I lost control. I KNEW I was right, and he was wrong. But it got out of hand, and the neighbors called the cops.

I don't remember everything that happened. I just remember being hit and then seeing red. I came to in the back of a patrol car, I looked out a window and saw my mother and siblings crying, watching an ambulance pull away from the house.

The most frightening aspect, for me, is that I was not in control of my own actions. That is what I regret, and that breaking point, that loss of control is my fear.

>>15650538
I take fear of non-existence and fear of death as the same thing.

Death is when I stop existing, I still existed. But I no longer exist, for I am dead.

So what does a fear of non-existence get me? Control of how long I get to exist?

I'm scared I'm a sociopath, I try hard to fit into everyone's morals and expectations - but so many things are seen as bad without any reason at all. Morals are just irrational and I can't help but think everyone would be much better if they could objectively look at them.

Also scared of my sister drowning (in natural water), to the point I never accompany her to bodies of water so I won't have to watch if it happens. (And yes I am aware this is very irrational.)

>>15650641
see
>>15650272

I think of life as a story, and like any good story on the net... occasionally there are people who appear to be reposts.

>>15650699
Thanks.

I'm afraid of feeling a strong emotion, because if I do I will completely go batshit. I know this from experience.

>>15650743

Your fears are not to be avoided, but to be sought out. Your fears do not mark territory best left alone, but rather directions for development; like the dark patches in Civilisation, or an unscouted natural in Starcraft, or a fresh vein of ore in Dwarf Fortress...

You must walk to where your fears are. Otherwise, you will run all your life.

I want to be the leader of my nation.

No, not in any game or any nonsense. I want to be the head of government.

And I'm rather close to it. But I'm afraid.

Afraid of corruption, afraid of compromise, afraid of retreating from what I know to be right.

Please. Make these fears disappear like the morning due, leaving only stone in their place so I may do what must be done.

Long live Liberty. Long live our Nation. Death to those who would take advantage of us to line their own pockets, whether they be native born and in the party.

Fear of never being best (jealousy): best at everything?
Fear of reality being nothing but a nightmare: Control nightmares?
Fear of being in the way: Power over invisibility?
Fear and knowledge that we are all insignificant: Plot generator?

More than anything I fear entropy, grinding down everything there is until there's nothing but homogeneity, making everything that we've ever done and will do pointless in the end.

What will you give me?

>>15650649
Control's not something you can really control, I have to say. You either have it or you don't, and I'm gonna say... you don't. You've gone wild, you're out of it. Seeing red, figuratively. Maybe literally, too. A bit of blood, here or there, yours or not. Now, that's no way to behave. Of course, you could take control. Not "of" anything, really, rather you could take control "from" everything. Remove the options you're afraid of and you can't really exercise them can you? Stop everyone, shut down everything. Hold it.

>>15650668
So, so, Sociopath, hmm? You got it all down, not the one to be swayed by emotions, the realist. Not a flowery thought in that cold, steel mind you have. Of course, since you don't think flowery, you can't think of a flower as anything beyond what it is. But is there anything to a flower beyond its structure, its composition? You can see the world for what it really is, exactly. When you get right down to it, emotions and beliefs are just values, numbers in a sense, aren't they? Modifies in an equation. When you've got an eye for the figures, you can really account for everything.

I'm afraid of the future. Meaningful or meaningless, I'm afraid of my own knowledge that I have to keep trying; the things that will change with time, and the things that will go on in endless routine.
Because it doesn't go away; I always have to know that no matter how much I procrastinate to enjoy the moment, time will still impose its demands, and I'll have to deal with the world again.

Truthfully, I am not afraid of anything. In normal situations where people get scared, I get excited. It's like a rush of adrenaline. So I dont know what my gift would be. lol

>>15650877
Power corrupts, and absolute power absolutely corrupts, right? You take the easy way on occasion, flouting morals for convenience or personal gain. You get accustomed to the easy life, at the cost of your ideals. Settling into a web of crime that befitting your station. But what is corruption really? The like being warped by the unlike, isn't it? What's to stop you then, who's corrupting who? The more you compromise your ideals, the more your ideals compromise everyone else. As you sink further into the darkness, you push everyone else out into the light. And at the very end, when there's no darkness left around you, what's left to corrupt you?

Light.

>>15653529
>>15632666
Evil cupcake. Everyone without serious fears get a cupcake.

>>15651386
When you break it down, everything in the world is built out of the same materials, the only difference is how they're put together. The eventuality is that these little structures will crumble down, all the forces keeping them up disappearing until they haven't got anything to tell themselves apart from. You can tell though, can't you? Got a head for how these things fit together, right? It doesn't cost you anything to build, really, so get building. If you're quick, you could outpace the fall.

I am afraid of the total extinction of my species, or its subjugation to anything, willing or no.
Whattya got.

Injury and death are my two biggest fears.

I guess I can't be injured and I'm immortal?
I can live with that.

>>15653444
Time keeps on slipping, pulling away from you. Of course, you can't help but go with it, time's really not able to tear off from you, you're rather intertwined. Can't get yourself unstuck, can you? Have you really tried? Go ahead, step out, let time flow around you, not with you. Really get into the moment. Now, if you look around, where are you, outside of time? It's not some abstract place, some otherworld. You're just where you were, everything is exactly how it was. The people are all perfect representations of how they were at that point in time, all the emotions you feel equally match those you had. You hungry? Take a bite, the flavor is just how it would've been had you tasted it then, but the hunger stays to, doesn't it? And did you really eat anything, your food looks untouched. Don't worry, time hasn't gone anywhere, you can step back in when you'd like. You can keep this moment for as long as you want, though it will slip away for good when you come back. Maybe you'll find a better one to step into later on.

>>15653699
What's the point to life, you think? A lot of people would say, wouldn't they, that life is all about life. You live to grant life to the yet-to-be-living. The existence of a species continues only to promote the existence of the species. But that's all done with now, the species has stopped existing, so it can't endeavor to keep existing, can it? So, then, what's the point of life? Well, you haven't gone and stopped existing, it seems. So, you're the species as a whole, aren't you? Your life should serve to promote your species, you, to keep living. So, live you will. You'll be the singularity of humanity, the average man, being that you're the only man standing. You'll define the entire race by your actions, and your definitions will keep you acting.

I'm afraid of dolls.

To use the quote on wikipedia, "false representation of [human] beings." The picture on the wikipedia article also scares the shit out of me and I think it was a poor joke that they didn't spoiler that shit or something. Consequently, I am too afraid to reopen the tab and check the link to the article, but a google search of "fear of dolls wikipedia" should bring you to it.

To put it succinctly, I'm afraid of those kinds of dolls to the point that even a picture makes my hairs stand up. My beloved sister once had a baby doll, as little girls often do, and was negligent in her clean up to have left it on the floor in the room next to mine, where I had a clear view of its open, unblinking eyes and its plastic smile. I was too afraid to close my eyes out of fear it would move closer while they were shut. I was too afraid to get up and move it out of fear that it would get up and attack me.

Even now, typing this, remembering the event, makes me shiver in fear as if one of the demonic toys were right behind my back, floating at head level, just staring at me and smiling. Just their presence is enough to scare me. Even if that presence is entirely mental.

>>15653699
so you're Lex Luthor then?

>>15653902
Well, shit. The fuck kind of power is being the last man alive?
>>15653963
Why don't you just put the whole WORLD in a BOTTLE, Superman?

>>15653906
You should watch Ghost in the Shell: Innocence.

>>15653906
Oh my god you're right. I'm not even afraid of dolls and that picture creeps me the fuck out.

>>15653906
Oh, they're alive, that's true enough. They aren't quite human, no, they were made to mimic humans but they can't. They'd really like to be human, love it, in fact. They don't have a soul to speak of, their body is immobile and unliving. They have an identity though, a personal sense of self. If they could, why they'd plant their identity right over yours. You can pluck the identity right out of them, though. Right out of anything or anyone, really. Supplant them, replace them with your own or others. You can leave them as inhuman as a dishtowel, or you can let them in on your thoughts, so to speak.

>>15654044
I'm glad you agree that it's a tasteless prank.

>>15654111
So I...can turn people into husks by removing their identities, or replace them with doll identities? Or pull a Sabrina and put a human identity into a doll body?

I'm a bit confused on what you mean by the "let them in on your thoughts" though.

>>15654142
I think it means you can talk to dolls.

>>15654142
I think it means you putting your own identity in the dolls. You can copy/paste yourself onto the dolls, so you don't have to worry about them.

>>15654142
>>15653976
If you don't want an oddly defined and often horrible power, you shouldn't expose your innermost fears to magical hobo (with an apartment).

>>15653737

My greatest fear is that, at some point, nothing will be real anymore; like I'd been living a computer program and the power had been shut off. I wouldn't die, I'd just become aware that my whole life was a sham, that I never really existed at all.

>>15653748
I actually kinda love this power, thanks.

Loss of self.

Loss of control.

Inflation, esp. ending in death.

The dark.

>>15654536
I'm with you, truly. The world at large simply shouldn't be trusted. You're in my league, friend, and so you've got about the same as I have. They'll also probably rope you into the same sort of work I'm doing now. Once you can see past the falsehoods of reality, you can see them, and they can see you seeing them. Not always a pleasant thing.

I fear that there are many in this thread who don't quite "get it".

>>15656566
You're the only one who understands what things really are like. Lucky you.

The only thing we have to fear is fear itself.

My greatest fear is that my pregnant ex-wife will neglect, hurt and/or abuse my son, with my second greatest being not able to see him.

So I guess my superpower is custody.
>everythingwentbetterthanexpected.jpeg

>>15662912
And spiders.

>>15662945
Obviously. I didn't think it needed to be said.