LIMBO

You are given the chance to be sealed into a small temperature controlled room. This room, once entered, will be your home and eventual grave.

It contains:
A) A comfortable life-time guaranteed
bed
B) A computer desk + chair (more on that later)
C) A bathroom with toilet, sink, and corner shower
D) An exercise machine. Bike plus weight lifting
E) A dining table
F) The lift (more on that also)

As for the computer: It is a modified locked down version of windows. You can browse the internet and download whatever you wish. Streaming services are paid for. You can freely download video games also. However: You cannot ever chat with anyone. Not via a messenger service. Or any social media. Or even in video games. Your own way to talk to people is via Holla Forums (and if/when Holla Forums goes down you're fucked). The PC is high end so playing any game is not a problem.

Every 3 years you are given a new, but also locked down PC.

The lift: The lift, in front of the dining table, is your source of everything. Every day at 9 AM, 12PM, and 6PM it will drop off breakfast, lunch, and dinner. The meals are mid-level quality and varied. There are no requests or anything. But the menu is wide enough including various ethnic foods.

The lift also drops off toiletries once a month and takes laundry once a week.

Medicines and medications are also dropped off when you need them without you having to meet a doctor (just assume they magically know or whatever)

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$$WOULD YOU CHOOSE TO LIVE IN LIMBO?$$

Fuck my fancy italics werent properly done, all well

It's a trick question. I'm not Anders Breivik.

Questions.
Can I do illegal stuff on the computer?
Will I get arrested?
Does anything from the outside world affect me?

Aside from the locked down computer it sounds a lot like the mommy basements that many here live in.

You can download whatever you want. There are no repercussions. If the world ends you're doomed obviously. But other than that no. The room is flood proof and storm proof etc.

Then sure I'll stay.

Yes sure I would.
Right now I'm not eating healthy and varied, let alone ethnic. Also a high spec computer would be progress. Never have to interact with people and go trough social hoops sounds nice.
What's the motivation of my benefactor/suplier?

forgot to mention surprise butt sex whenever he wants

Is he at least cute?

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Excellent question. Mostly it's to make a claim of their own divinity without any justification to their claims.

This is probably a better situation than the one i'm in now. Seem perfect. I'll take it

Will I get books or an eBook to download them?
What about other activites like arts/music?

This sounds quite nice for the first view months but what are you supposed to do the whole time? Play vidya?

If I had a window to look through and the room was large enough maybe, can I kill myself while inside?

Can I get a sexbot if they come out in my life time?

OP here


Yeah you can download whatever. As for arts and music that can be done on the PC, again you get free photoshop or bandcamp or wtfever you want.


You would have to do such by starving or more likely not drinking water. No window. Just lights you can control via dimmer switch.


Nope


You never meet them, so you would never know

No.

No thanks then

Does publishing books, blogposts and videos count as communicating with people?

Who would ever want to live in this small sized hell?

Not a chance. I would get bored with dull porn. I'd kill myself in 3 months probably.

This is how I live now. I don't have any friends and I spend all day, every day on the computer.

I just don't have a cool dumbwaiter.

This. I came in this thread to post:

You're describing a life sentence in solitary confinement in a Scandinavian prison. A comfortable prison is still prison. No thanks.

Can you order stuff online like a fleshlight to make masturbating enjoyable again after having a sore hand for some time?

unless there is a place that elevator takes you where an infinite supply of people you can interact with are present. no matter how well you make this "cell" people will eventually go insane from not contacting others. its like school, if you stop learning you'll gradually get dumber as memories degrade over time. if you'll stop interacting completely you'll lose your sanity, no matter how comfortable that bed's gonna be. not even a virtual skype waifu will keep you from this. Chapta -Dankush

unless there is a place that elevator takes you where an infinite supply of people you can interact with are present. no matter how well you make this "cell" people will eventually go insane from not contacting others. its like school, if you stop learning you'll gradually get dumber as memories degrade over time. if you'll stop interacting completely you'll lose your sanity, no matter how comfortable that bed's gonna be. not even a virtual skype waifu will keep you from this. Chapta -Dankush

let's just take a sideways look at the situation here

no outward communication, but full access to observe anything going on in the net. I become the uberlurk.

This is preferable. You have no responsibility, you will never be observed. It's like the sweet bliss of death, but with music and sleep

Over the years I will grow above simple vidya and porn and level up, given a choice of charcter classes:

Archivist
Become an expert of social interaction via pattern recognition. Lurk all the bullshit and solve the human condition, but fuckem, you'll never share it.

Wizard
Fuck the computer. You sit on your bed and stare at the wall. You don't need a window. You create the window.

Legend
There is the loophole that by playing vidya, you exist to others. You vidya with vigor, unlocking pro status, but silently. Your disinterest in winnings or visibility awes fans. There are channels dedicating to spectating you. You communicate entirely by ingame movement.

so yes OP, i'd take that over suicide

Why would I want that?

God no who would ever want such a lonely existence? I'd hate not having the freedom to do what I want and mostly I'd miss chasing tail. I have too much life in me for your sad little box.

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