similar to Pheonix1386
but the ginster's pasty that the tramp was eating put me right off my blue-white unidentifiable stinking thing
( Vipros. clever got me this far, then tricky got me in, Wed 27 Jun 2007, 8:57, Reply)

My grandad used to be a coroner, and saw his fair share of awful things. Once he was called out in the middle of christmas dinner. He refused to go, and in a loud voice he ordered the person on the other end of the phone to "Pop him in the freezer, he won't be any deader in the morning!"

He once also used his car, which contained both my mother and my aunt, to transport a human skeleton off a mountain. The stink didn't come out for weeks.
(Smedlorificus I Am The Eater Of Cheese, Wed 27 Jun 2007, 8:50, Reply)

I'm lucky
Me and a mate ran over a dog once, fortunately it's neck was broken and the very recent aftermath of a women who jumped infront of a train: her head on one side of the tracks what remained of her legs on the other and a sort of mess in the middle. Most interesting thing about the later was the plywood coffin and paintscrapers that the rail blokes got out of a small work hut. Must be a contingency at most stations- never thought of it before. But that was aeons ago. Saw some pretty grim shit working in a dementia ward and was relieved to move to secure psychiatric- could be depressing but very rarely. Just a job. Dementia on the other hand gives you all the time in the world to see the husks and shells of humans whose faculties had once been full and had pride now dressed in ill-fitting charity clothes, sleeping in dirty fuckin' bed clothes and no one to visit them. Horrible and thoroughly depressing. Like a fuckin' scrap heap that no-one seemed to give a fuck about.
Mates think I'm a bit cold in the emotional department but if it doesn't affect me directly I can't say I'm upset- even when collegues die. It's like, fuck, I hardly knew them, didn't think much of them and it's a bit rich saying how sad it is. Sad for any loved ones they've left behind, just not sad for me.( I reckon we're all too fuckin' emotional in the western world- fuckin' new men and all that shite- what ever happened to stiff upper lip)?

Wey hey :):)!! What a happy go lucky question of the week, although the shit eating babies made me laugh and vomit eating pigeons make me laugh for some reason.

Haven't seen anything horrific recently- ah - yes I have; I actually managed to sit through the excuse of a film Hot Chick with my ex. That really was horrific. In fact, films of that ilk are one of the few things in this life I find horrific. Other stuff just makes me angry as earlier posters have explained.

Fuckin A, I've drivelled on; your all daft cunts for reading this far. Ha ha ha.
(Dellamorte Dellamore Fuck it all, fuck it up, fuck it., Wed 27 Jun 2007, 8:42, Reply)

Not as bad as some on here
But still pretty damned gross.

On a fantastic sunny morning I decided to walk through the local park on the way to work. It is a bit out of the way but, as things are in York, things looked pretty nice in the morning sun.

Until I saw one of York's plentiful street-life.

He was just sat on a bin, looking thoughtfully into the park, seriously a poloroid moment if you're into that kind of thing, then just as I passed him, without even looking, he reached into the bin and pulled out something blue-white and unidentifyable (but stank like a mofo) and ate it.

Had a gingsters pasty for breakfast, was put right off it. Bastard.

Length? I'm not sure, the smell was enough to make me look away
(Pheonix1386, Wed 27 Jun 2007, 8:10, Reply)

A long time ago in a land far, far away...
..from most of the folk on B3ta, at least.

My sister, her friend and I were driving down a rural road one day to get to a nearby town so they could visit a friend of hers. Sis bought her very first car a few months prior, and got her drivers license shortly before that. She would have been around sixteen at the time; I would have been around twelve.
Very cloudy, gray day. We're driving along a two-land road surrounded by corn fields when something -- we weren't able to discern what, exactly -- jumped in front of us. Sis ran right over it. We heard the bones crunch and I looked behind to watch it flop over on its side.
Then get run over by a truck.
"What the hell was that?" came shortly after Friend whimpered "Do we stop?"
It was rather pulpy by the time we drove back, and so couldn't figure out exactly what it had been.
We've never spoken about it since.

I've seen blood and entrails strewn across highways (seen bits dragged for miles), parts of dead deer, opossums, raccoons, cats, dogs, cows... name it, chances are I've seen it. But that's the only one that's really disturbed me.

Anyone who has lived here -- here being Iowa -- for any length of time very quickly gets desensitized to this sort of thing. My mom was even cracking jokes about the very dead, very bloated farm cat on the side of the road. "So... all those gases in there... does it just explode, or do you think it pokes a little hole in it and just shoots it across the highway?"
"I don't think that's how it works, Mom."
"I know, but it'd be funny."

I'll make an (most like safe) assumption here, and assume most folks don't know where Iowa is. So: Get a map of the U.S. Try to find the exact middle. It's near that.
(Ovum Factory, Wed 27 Jun 2007, 7:47, Reply)

Didn't happen to me
But extremely filthy (also SFW):

www.encyclopediadramatica.com/Shay

Incomprehensible.

First post, very, very tiny. I'm so sorry.
(blinky13, Wed 27 Jun 2007, 7:16, Reply)

India - where to begin...
For those of you who have visited the sub-continent you'll know that gruesome sights are pretty common. In six months of travelling around I saw many awful things including lepers with missing fingers/hands/noses, people suffering from elephantisis with grotesquely swollen limbs, women with awful burn scars from unsuccessful dowry-death attacks (see edition.cnn.com/WORLD/9608/18/bride.burn/), but by far the most horrific thing I saw in India was in a town called Varanasi. This is a place where Hindus go to die as it is very auspicious to have your funeral on the banks of the holy Ganges river. It's an everyday event to have funeral parties with bodies on stretchers carried through the narrow passageways of the town on their way to the ghats (riverbanks) to be disposed of in the traditional way (either cremated on the banks of the river, floated on a raft down the river or sunk to the bottom with a heavy weight attached - which method depends on who you are and how you died) so you get accustomed to the death around you pretty quickly. It's a common sight to see a body floating down the river and can actually be quite comical to see a dead (holy) cow, all bloated and legs akimbo, passing by.

However, one day as I was walking along the ghats I noticed up ahead of me some piece of something, probably meat, with flies buzzing around it. On approach some of the flies retreated revealing the single most upsetting thing I have ever seen - the bloated lower half of a dead baby from it's bum to it's feet. It looked like the top half had been eaten by something. I assumed that it must have been dragged from the river by a dog after being partially eaten by the creatures in there. No-one else seemed to bat an eyelid and I couldn't bring myself to remove it from the footpath so I had to walk away and leave it. It's a sight I'll never forget and even makes me cry now just thinking about it. sob.

It still sickens me that people drink that water and bathe in it. There have been millions of bodies disposed of in that filthy water, not to mention the thousands of sewers that flow into it daily. YUK!

*POP* No apologies for length, you know you love it...
(antigen is running away from something, Wed 27 Jun 2007, 4:20, Reply)

That film...
Where the baddie straps a man to a table and cuts his bones out of him while he's still alive.

I can gaze for hours at rotten.com wondering what I'll looks like when I'm dead or what I'd be like if I mummified, the harlequin babies are interesting to look at, people with their heads exploded... fascinating, pickled deformed babies... intreguing. I'm not completely lacking emotion, honest, but it's fascinating to see.

But agh, had to chant "they go to the pub and get pissed and laugh alot" over and over when watching it. I'm not sure why I didn't just watch something else...
( vix0r was not Matthew on, Wed 27 Jun 2007, 2:24, Reply)

horrible
The beheading of Nick Berg(US soldier)...postedon YOUTUBE of all places!~!!
(idratherbebritish Nuke the U.S.!!!, Wed 27 Jun 2007, 2:05, Reply)

Suicide gone wrong
My friend at work was on his way home last week, going past the multistorey car park, when something caught his eye. He turned and looked up to see a man falling through mid air from the top floor of said car park.

Cue an almighty thud and my friend running towards the splat on the ground to see if the guy was dead.

Amazingly (and sikeningly) he was still alive, half his head missing, and he was trying to stand up. Moments later he collapsed back down again and died. My friend called the services then carried on home to have his dinner.
(silkysean pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis, Wed 27 Jun 2007, 1:40, Reply)

I think the most horrific thing I've ever seen
is this:

www.imdb.com/title/tt0225679/ (SFW)

It's not the content that I find objectionable, although I undoubtedly would if I ever watched them I'm sure, but it's the idea that someone actually sits there and edits all this fucking stuff together, then makes money off it.

Now, those on here who know me know I'm no prude, nor am I particularly squeamish, and am about as far removed for a sensitive shy retiring type as you can get. That Harlequin baby stuff, although awful, really has no emotional effect on me whatsoever. Life can be pretty shitty to people sometimes, thats just the way it is. At one point in time I was diagnosed as being pretty much entirely devoid of empathy. But something about this video makes me fill with such an unquenchable, relentless hatred for mankind. The notion that there are people who ENJOY watching this stuff makes me so utterly ashamed to be a human being it's not even funny.

Tragedy does not elicit a particularly emotional response from me, but i certainly don't fucking enjoy it, unlike the sick cunts who make/buy these videos. I have seen things in life I wish I hadn't seen, and I am fortunate enough to have led a somewhat untraumatic life. I'm certainly glad that some of the stories in this QOTW happened to other people and not me, but via the internet I have seen some extremely gruesome and graphic things, and it was enough to convince me that I didn't want to see any more.

I can understand that people have a morbid curiosity about death that makes them search out things like this video. It's that same curiosity that made me look at that shit to begin with. But what really really makes me fucking sick to the stomach is that people exploit this for money. I mean, fuck, that is beyond low; to exploit the horrific deaths of others for profit.

It's things like this that make me utterly depressed about being a human being. The things we are capable of just staggers me, and this is just one in a long line of things that makes me sick to my stomach.

I can read about historic accounts of the holocaust and it has no effect on me. Maybe it's because I've been brought up in a media rich desensitized atmosphere. Maybe it's because it happened in the past. Maybe it's because my miniscule brain just can't comprehend death on such a incredulous scale. But when it's tragic isolated incidents, filmed and edited, packaged and produced, that bothers me. It bothers me in a way that makes me want to find the nearest assault weapon and hunt these people down. It bothers me in a way that makes me want to inflict the kind of pain the people in these videos must have felt upon them. It bothers me in a way that makes me utterly ashamed of our entire fucking species. If you think I'm over-reacting, read the user comments on IMDB.

The things some people are capable of make me want to fucking erupt. Fuck humankind for all it's worth.
( PMGT -Bacon., Wed 27 Jun 2007, 0:21, Reply)

A few years back...
I was in my sisters room nosing around like nosey bastard brothers do from time to time. I opened the top drawer of her dresser and discovered a small Topshop bag packed to the brim with its mystery contents. Curiosity got the better of me and I reached in and gingerly turned the topshop bag round and prized it open to reveal the contents.
On realising what the bag contained I got a cold chill, became light headed and proceeded to run into the hall and vomit furiously down the stairs.
For some reason, which will always remain a mystery to me, she had decided to collect all her used sanitary towels instead of disposing of them like a normal, psychologically balanced person. There must have been at least 20 of those bloodstained festering feminine hygiene products in that seemingly innocent Topshop bag and to this day even seeing packets of Always Ultra on supermarket shelves gives me a metallic taste in my mouth.
(Huw Edwards #notalljews, Wed 27 Jun 2007, 0:09, Reply)

school daze
In the science lab/room i remember the sight of a deceased rat pickled in a jar,its guts where sliced open to give the assembled kids a detailed knowlege of a rats inner workings.

Small wonder i have phobia of rats to this day

length ?- irrelevent these days
(shug, Tue 26 Jun 2007, 23:52, Reply)

Work experience
I did work experience at a vets when I was about 15.
One morning an officer from the RSPCA (or some other such charitable peeps) delivered a cat to us - frozen.
He told us they wanted to tell us why it was dead. He didn't tell us it'd been dead for three days before they'd frozen it.
The most horrific thing I've seen, therefore, would have to be a three-day-dead cat defrosting.

Length? About a foot, seeping nasty odoured liquids...

(Oh, in case you're interested, the cat had been shot three times - third shot fatal. The owner was, I belive, prosecuted.)
( Whippersnapper, Tue 26 Jun 2007, 23:47, Reply)

I've seen lots of nasty stuff
owing to my job of choice in a histology department.
Workwise, it's probably a disembodied thigh-down amptutation that's the nastiest, or a vulval dissection.
I see mastectomies on practically a daily basis.
I dunno about anything else really.
( DarkSideOfTheSpoon is 100% back, for now anyway., Tue 26 Jun 2007, 23:39, Reply)

Bits all over the place
I was a UN Military Observer in Sierra Leone shortly after the turn of the century. Lots of grim stories from my time there (the malaria story is something for you all to look forward to). Anyway, we were heading down the the road from Koidu to Magburaka (north to central SL - check a map), we turned up shortly after a lorry had come to a halt on the side of the muddy and lumpy road - upside down. Prior to the crash there had clearly been thirty or so people sitting on the roof of the lorry - as all lorries moving around Africa seem to have. All the roof passengers had been comprehensivly dismantled as the lorry had obviously flipped quickly and then had come to a stop upside down slowing itself down by grinding these poor people into small parts. We drove straight on through a sea of giblets; there was nothing we could do to help anyone and it was quite usual at the time for the first locals on the scene to beat any survivors to death in the belief that they had obviously caused the event - so we did not want to be mistaken for survivors! I never quite understood that myself. Completely horrid.

Length? About 50 metres. Mostly red.
(Juan - King of Donkeys shut the fuck up on, Tue 26 Jun 2007, 23:10, Reply)

KFP
On the way to work this morning I was trying to think about the most horrific thing I've seen, when all of a sudden I nearly trod in a deceased pigeon. It was laying on its back, spread-winged in the middle of the path, as if presented to me by some unknown force. Something had torn it open and its innards were on show through the parted ribcage, as if a fox had opened it up like a piece of KFC and then been scared off. Probably not that horrific, but I nearly lost my fruit and fibre because of it!
(robotboy, Tue 26 Jun 2007, 23:04, Reply)

YOU DIRTY LITTLE.... BLECHHHH
Children are more disgusting than the internet.

Offspring #1 was 3 years old and Offspring #2 was a 1 year old sproglet.

Me and Missus Hostage were snuggled up together in bed in the early hours of Sunday morning, sleeping soundly due to the several bottles of wine we had polished off the night before to celebrate our anniversary. I was woken by soft giggling noises drifting from the Offspring's bedroom. Bleary-eyed, head still spinning from grape-related shenanigans, I blinked at the bedside clock.

Four in the morning? Those kids are taking the piss!

I stagger through to their room, open the door and I'm about to whisper softly to them to go back to sleep because it's not time for normal people to be awake. The words catch in my throat as I detect a strong, meaty whiff. Missus Hostage staggers up behind me. Everything's still pitch black because the lights are off, but then she detects the same pungent odour, reaches past me into the room and flicks on the light.

I have never been greeted with such horror.

Offspring #2 sleeps in a cot. Offspring #1 has taught herself to climb into the cot, so she can play with her little brother in the morning before Mummy and Daddy Hostage drag themselves out of the fart sack. This morning, Offspring #2 has explosively shat his nappy. Offspring #1 has climbed into the cot, discovered the contents of Offspring #1's arse napkin, and devised a fun game with the aforementioned contents. Which mostly involves both Offspring eating large amounts of it, rubbing it in each other's hair, and fingerpainting every reachable surface with it. I'll never forget the sight of their fat, happy faces, streaked with dung, beaming from ear to ear because Mummy and Daddy had got up early. You could see smears of shit between the few teeth they had.

Try washing still-warm turd out of your kid's mouth and hair. At four in the morning. With a pounding hangover. And every time the kids tried to say anything to me that day, I had to scamper to the loo to vomit because of the combination of my hangover and the shit-fumes coming out of their mouths.

I wish I was making this up.
(Chocolate Hostage, Tue 26 Jun 2007, 23:00, Reply)

That goatse
It's still there...urgh. You'd expect goatse to get mentioned on this qotw, but surely, moderate it please?!

I would list the other well-known shock images but they've bindun many times.
( idonthaveafunnynickname Drink-Aware? Sure. I'm aware I want another drink., Tue 26 Jun 2007, 22:46, Reply)

Scurvy!
In retrospect, hilarious, but when I was but three years old it was most traumatic. We went to Ibiza on holiday. While there, I read a pirate-related book. It dealt with all the usual piratey things, like cannons and ships and horrible wounds that were treated by coating them in boiling tar. The bit that disturbed me, though, was a drawing of a man with scurvy, baring his horribly swollen, bleeding gums. I spent the next year of my life eating as much fruit as possible.
(Smedlorificus I Am The Eater Of Cheese, Tue 26 Jun 2007, 22:38, Reply)

Skiddy Y-fronts
Loads of gruesome ones this week so a bit of light relief here.

Went round to the in-laws with Mrs Brocky to be greeted by the sight of my Father in Law vacuuming the stairs in flesh coloured Y-fronts and nothing else.

The worst part was the massive skid mark which approached us slowly as we looked on in horror as he came down the stairs backwards.

He saw nothing wrong with his attire as it was a warm day, I (and Mrs Brocky) beg to differ.
(brocky, Tue 26 Jun 2007, 22:34, Reply)

Yuck!
I once saw a colleague shagging a girl from another department in her car in the car park. The memory of Kingys little white bum going up and down will stick in my mind forever. It is just sooo wrong!
(The Hooded Bean is in my pants Can't resist a Fanny/Tranny Joke, Tue 26 Jun 2007, 22:33, Reply)

Vile
I'm sorry to say that the worst thing I have ever sat and watched was some child porn - which I saw in connection with some police work I had to do. I'm not a cop, just a civ. I had to operate a computer system to show a CPS bloke the porn we had seized off some pervert scum. We have to grade the indecency of the child porn on a scale of one to five for legal purposes. One being indecent poses, five would involve animals.
On this occasion the porn was a level four, which is absolutely horrendous abuse. When you see an adult man doing things to scared looking children it brings on a level of hatred I didn't even know I could acheive.
I felt sick for days after. Quite the most disturbing thing I have seen.
(Just a girl., Tue 26 Jun 2007, 22:24, Reply)

Police training
(am not in the police)
I was forced to watch an autopsy.
I was only young and will never forget that.
( SiX and his hat, Tue 26 Jun 2007, 21:59, Reply)

MeeeeoooooWWWWwWWW OW OW OW OWW!!!
Now I'm not gonna name names or anything, but by far the most horrific thing I have ever seen goes like so...

There I was sitting down chilling out at my PC when all of a sudden the dogs start barking. Now I'm not talking about small dogs, I'm talking about some of the biggest dogs you will ever see, like an Irish Wolfhound for example. Anyway, the Irish Wolfhound started howling, so all manor of shit was kicking off outside. The dogs were dragged in by "person A" who was swearing and cursing, saying that one of the dogs had got a cat (not the Wolfhound, they couldn't even catch their own tail). "Person A" said that the cat was still out there, and possibly alive, so I went to investigate, as I love cats...

The cat was on it's back in the rockery, meowing quietly, it was not in a good state, scared shitless for a start, I checked it out and noticed that it had a wound on it's stomach and it's intestines were hanging out. Not the nicest thing I've seen that's for sure, but it gets worse. I went back inside and explained the situation, "Person B" decided that it would be best to put the cat down in order to save the dogs arse (funny laws with pets being classed as "dangerous").

I didn't agree with this, but thought that the best way to do it (as I have seen it done on a farm), would be to slit the cats throat. Anyway, "Person B" had a "better" idea...

The next 10 minutes were spent with "Person B" trying to stove the cats head in with a 6 foot long steel pole, and it wasn't working.

Not humain, not quick, not painless.

I watched in horror and somehow feel partly responsible.

But not my dogs, not my house, not my garden, not my 6 foot iron pole. So fuck you.

The missing cat posters the next few weeks only made matters worse. Poor little thing :-(
( Firkinfedup last shat on your wife's tits at, Tue 26 Jun 2007, 21:59, Reply)

Goatse, cars and AIDS
Firstly RE goatse image when you have seen one gaping mangina (its not actually his arse he is pulling, you can see his brown tea towel holder above the gaping cavern of man)

On topic, having been a combat medic I've seen and done things that would turn most people green, I won't tell these tales but I will tell one rather upsetting story about a friend who like me was a combat medic. Now he was driving home from work one day and happened upon a RTA VW Golf vs Micra. Guy in the Micra was beyond repair so my mate set to work on the bloke in the golf, who was FBS (fucked but savable).
Having jumped straight out of his car not thinking about anything but getting to these people quickly he hadn't brought any gloves or anything with him (as it was he used the golf drivers mobile to ring an ambulance). So he does the business on the guy in the golf, ambulance turns up, takes him to hospital.
Guy makes a full recovery all be it minus a leg.

Cue 2 months later on my mate having a cold he couldn't shift. Went to the medical officer (army doc) who ran some blood samples and informed him that he had caught HIV from getting golf drivers blood on him.

Poor guy. Took it well though, and within hours of hearing the news was joking about. Still. Fucked up
(Range, Tue 26 Jun 2007, 21:42, Reply)

the last one was my first post even though have been signed up for nearly 2 years
... when i was a young lass, working in a super club on gay night. Being quite sweet & parically virginal to london life & antics, i was pretty shocked to see:
. two very large bears, with very large sticky outty nipples.
. a lovely 3 some in one of the corners
. used condoms on the floor
. the worst one, was when i was walking to the loos & i slipped & NEARLY fell on man fat on the floor. I threw my trainers away

since then, my lovely friends have shared their stories of man love & the occassional trip to women friendly gay clubs, there isn't much that shocks me
(meemee i must, i must increase my bust ... no .. stop, Tue 26 Jun 2007, 20:52, Reply)

Don't look at this
www.meatspin.com (NSFW)
(Juan - King of Donkeys shut the fuck up on, Tue 26 Jun 2007, 20:32, Reply)

i've seen some pretty horrific things in my life time
but prob the most disturbing (in kids these days old people view) was walking through scum ville for teh first time since i managed to run away to teh bright lights of london, was a tarty 14-16 year old, with a baby on a hip & a toddler hanging off her leg, with her friends boasting about how she had just taken a E. This was about 11am on a saturday morning. Surely that time of the day, its gak time?
(meemee i must, i must increase my bust ... no .. stop, Tue 26 Jun 2007, 20:10, Reply)

Why?
Why would you look at goatse long enough to notice?

Now that is sick!
(james_tiger_woods is going to start his killing spree on the, Tue 26 Jun 2007, 19:36, Reply)