its somewhat comfy. like being swallowed by a snake
>name field is "Poland"
y u do this.
>On November 24, 2009, John Jones died after becoming trapped in the cave for 28 hours. Rescuers concluded that it would be too dangerous to attempt to retrieve his body; the landowner and Jones' family came to an agreement that the cave should be permanently closed with the body sealed inside.
hard to tell really but i think its inscenisation
Actually that was a 15-ish year old girl who went with her friends and got separated from the group. They found her body 3 years later.
The speaker was French, I think. The reason why he started running was because he realized he got lost and is in pretty deep shit. So his primal instincts kicked in and he started running, blindly. Also, they never found the body. So either he found a way out or is still somewhere out there.
They were having a party or something like that in the catacombs
She got drunk and wandered away where she passed out
Rest of the guys finished, packed up and left not knowing she was still inside
She woke up to no light or sound and wandered even deeper trying to find her way out
its often true you know. that would mean impact was so big it caused shoes to fall off and obviously internal damage
We went to caves for a field trip once in 6th grade,
I was called a pussy/faggot/whatever else meant the same back then because my class all went under a rock that was less a foot high at the worst parts, where you could and people have gotten stuck, I was called worse when I also wouldnt crawl into a hole kind of like >>53320910 but real.
Caves and being stuck underground scare the shit out of me. Of all the ways someone can die, I have to imagine being stuck somewhere you can not move is among the worst if not the worst. Just think, you aren't dying fast, depending on the situation you are alone for hours if not days, and all you have to do is hope help comes fast enough, and call your self retarded for even putting yourself in that situation to begin with.
i used to for like 10 years but stopped. its very unproductive. also getting high or wanking or watching tv is not a real hobby. same goes with vidya im afraid
I think she was a suicidal, but also a feminist I think.
She repented at the last moment, but she refused to give her hand to the men trying to help.
Strong determination gotta admit.
Good terrible roads throughout this video but good road anxiety comes at 5:50
Claustrophobic here. This was fucking painful to watch.
Laughed out loud.
They are always going for the face when someone is down
I didnt consider cows that smart
Literally the worst death. I can just imagine it.
As your torch flickers on and off, finally beginning to fail after many hours, shadows appear to move about, taking terrifying shapes all around you. Bones of centuries-old corpses break under your boots as you sprint forward and meander around indistinguishable corners. Putrid water pours down on you from the roof, and the air is fetid, almost suffocating. You're completely lost in the labyrinth.
You know no one will be coming to rescue you, and you fear your frantic steps are only leading you deeper into the maze. You've lost track of the way you've come, and you're searching in vain for an exit you know, logically, doesn't exist. You're hundreds of metres below the surface now. The only thing down here is death.
Then, suddenly, your light fails, and you're left in complete darkness. You can't even see your outstretched arms in the black, but with your panicked mind fearing what lurks behind you, you don't dare stop running.
You know your mind is playing tricks -- at least, that's what you keep repeating to yourself. Those noises following you down the hall must be the echo of your feet, for they could be nothing else.
Your heart pounds, threatening to burst out of your chest, and you continue to race forward. But in your panic, you trip and tumble to the ground. Your head bounces off the wall, and pain shoots through your skull and neck. A warm liquid trails down through your hair, but you don't care. Those terrifying noises are still in pursuit.
You try to get to your feet again, but you find the ground isn't solid. You know you're lying in another graveyard of bones, each of the corpses begging for you to join them. You let out a scream and force yourself up again, taking off down another hallway.
Time takes on a new dimension as you continue running through the darkness. Hours, days, you don't know.
The only thing you do know is that breaking your neck back there would have been a mercy.