Posts from I'm A Hero.

No, they turn green and then hurt a lot ><

That's not true! It's not because of me!! It's because of my sister :smile43:

Is she the scariest tooth fairy ever?)

It's worse. She's my older sister!

Why would I need a world where I am alone? I would end up killing myself anyway. Therefore, in my opinion, it is better to be a hero (not in the sense of seeking glory), but to save the world, loved ones, and friends.

Remember these words when a hundred people stare at you and, rubbing their hands, eagerly wait for you to plunge a blade into your stomach and draw it upwards, disemboweling yourself to save them. Or when a fiery storm, which has melted several people into a stinking puddle, blocks your path to the Life-Saving Lever. Or when Mutants pounce on you, tearing you to pieces and biting into your flesh, while the rest of the group gets a precious minute to pull the Lever. All of these situations involve a full awareness of the alternative: survival.
And if you manage to overcome the adrenaline and the instinct for self-preservation, and yet you are still afraid to even cut yourself while making a sandwich or afraid of an injection, etc., know that your heroism will not be broadcast on all TV channels and screens so that people can feel immense gratitude. Only a small group of people will know about it, silently staring at the destroyed research complex, hugging a black boy, and silently waiting for the helicopter. Perhaps, however, this self-sacrifice will be immortalized in one or two lines of a report, gathering dust in the archives of some file. A worthy death in the annals of history, oh yes.

Moreover, this is just a Hollywood cliché. In real life, it looks much poorer. Something like a technician jumping into a reactor to stop a chain reaction at a nuclear power plant, left on night duty and suddenly seeing an otherwise unfixable malfunction on the control panels. What happened? Why? And why did he jump in there? Oh, it seems it prevented a meltdown. Well, he did a good thing, good job. We need to hire a new employee and inform the family, and I'll go finish my donut and drink my coffee. Another lawsuit, damn it.

Heroically saving someone's life at the cost of your own means succumbing to the emotions that surge at that moment in the form of bioelectrical impulses between neurons in the brain and hormones in the blood. Succumbing to "sympathy" or "love" for certain people. An idiotic death. Along with crimes committed out of jealousy, when a jealous husband kills his wife, and this ruins his entire remaining life, even though he makes friends through anal sex in prison. After death, there will be no emotions, neither satisfaction for heroism nor guilt for anything, and such an act of self-sacrifice will be absolutely meaningless.

You're exaggerating :D... But in that case, who cares about heroic titles and being remembered. Let no one remember you, but you'll still save everyone and be a hero, at least to yourself).

For the momentary, even split-second realization that you are a "hero." Before death. After which there will be no "for oneself." Not the most successful trade, in my opinion; it's better to get high on drugs, like Ar, the feelings will be more lasting and intense. And it's not as harmful as immediately kicking the bucket.

Lock put on his black glasses. And what about such forgotten concepts as "honor," "conscience," "nobility," and "self-sacrifice"? People perform all sorts of heroic deeds for glory, or are they just idiots, in your opinion? And why bother with a world without people? What would you do there – get high on drugs?

Remember these words when a hundred people stare at you, rubbing their hands together, eagerly waiting for you to plunge a blade into your abdomen and draw it upwards, disemboweling yourself to save them. Or when a fiery storm melts several people into a stinking puddle, blocking the path to the Salvation Lever. Or when Mutants pounce on you, tearing you to pieces and biting into your flesh, while the rest of the group gets a precious minute to pull the Lever. All of these situations involve a full awareness of the alternative: survival.

It depends on who the hundred people are. If they are close relatives, friends, then you can think about it, but if it's a crowd of strangers, then forget it. Otherwise, I completely agree)
Besides, there won't be a world, including those close to you, and there will be no one to judge you. But that's just a cold, black heart, "Dark blood inside me".

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P.S. Cash, what's the point of all this heroism?
Just explain to me, what is the meaning of honor, conscience, nobility, and self-sacrifice (seriously).

What about such forgotten concepts as "honor," "conscience," "nobility," and "self-sacrifice"? People perform heroic deeds either for glory or because they are simply idiots, according to you.

And what's the point of a world without people? What would you do there – get high on drugs?

Yes, for glory. And to feel good, because they did a good deed. Some people trip others to watch the old man fall and laugh. And some help him get up, and their ego swells with pleasure or pride – "I helped the old man, I am much better and more righteous than those jerks or all the people who indifferently passed by!"

Can't find something to do if there are no people around? Poor thing. But homeless people somehow manage. Hermits do, or just people tired of the city who move to a house in the woods. Even primitive animals with underdeveloped brains live perfectly well without people. And even without other animals of the same species, which can be considered a miracle of nature.
Of course, it's much more pleasant to die. It's a convenient solution when you want to relieve yourself, but there's no one around. Is that it?

A convenient solution when you want to reduce an erection, but there's no one around. Is that right?

Maybe it's better to do this with another person? oO

What was I even talking about? There won’t be anyone around. So, I’ll have to commit suicide.

Well, I'd do the same thing. I'd just have a blast beforehand.

It seems like soldiers who died during World War II are still remembered and honored. Except for a small number of outcasts who don't. And there were many of them. If one person saves the world, they will definitely be remembered – it's obvious. It's strange that you say the opposite, that you like to exaggerate and portray life as some kind of garbage. And even if they aren't remembered (let's say he was a hero, but not in the public eye), it doesn't matter to the hero anymore – he's dead. This is better than wandering alone (by the way, I doubt that wandering would last long), thinking about what a scumbag you are (but if such thoughts don't arise, then there wouldn't be a dilemma, because the first option isn't considered by such people), and how bored you are, and instead frantically start looking for survivors who, a priori, don't exist. A terrible end.

Yeah, right. Wouldn't it be better to die from a golden enema administered with a twist? Or in a hospital room, with an oxygen mask? Coughing up pieces of your own lungs?
The instinct for self-preservation is dominant. It is much stronger than the instinct for socialization with members of the same species.

It’s better to die immediately. No one rejected this option. Well, yes, the leader. The boss at work is also the leader, but when a colleague suggests going for a beer, and the boss demands that you stay at work for another hour, the boss is usually ignored. If the instinct for self-preservation could not be suppressed, there would be no wars – soldiers would run away as soon as they saw each other.