As the snail slowly inches toward you, you feel your heart beat fast in your chest. The world around you burns. Nothing is left. You chuckle to yourself, “so, we meet again.” The snail looks up at you and stops in it’s tracks. You lock eyes with it. You collapse to the ground. Blood coats your bruised and worn knees. You look down at your hands, covered in red and cuts. You have lost everything, everyone you have ever lived. Everything, everything is gone. Tears roll down your face. You begin to laugh. You extend your hand toward the snail, blood dripping onto the burnt soil. The snail looks up at your hand. “Go ahead, little buddy. It’s been a good run.” You touch your finger to the snail, and fall sideways to the ground. Your eyes start to blur, and the world seems to spin. You feel the snail curl up in your hand as the two of you lose consciousness Slowly. “Goodbye.” The last thing you feel is the comforting sliminess of the snail resting on your palm.
is this based on the hypothetical idea where you get $10M but an immortal super intelligent snail goes after you and ONLY you where once you touch it you die?
I actually came here cause its currently Christmas eve 11:17 and I'm not feeling it. I haven't felt the Christmas spirit since elementary school. I'm now 18 and its just hit me that these may be my last few Christmas eves with my parents. That one day I will move out and Christmas eve and morning wont mean much (unless I have kids one day ofc). I wish I could enjoy it but I'm sitting here wondering where the magic went. I know the true meaning of Christmas don't get me wrong. The birth of our savior is amazing and we are so blessed however; I don't feel like I deserve it at times. My depression has been so much worse this year, winter break especially, staying in my room, not having many friends to go see. I feel overlooked and unimportant by those closest to me. Just empty and over it. All this to say I got on here expecting to find more sad stories and how Christmas isn't the same and "So this is Christmas" now for us. I came to find that snail story and yall's comments and remarks. It made me feel better cause it got my mind off the bad. It took something sad and made it funny or interesting. As crazy as the internet can be, let me say, thank you internet.
My grandpa died and girls at my school were laughing at me and calling me a baby and saying men don’t cry and only people that comforted me were my friends I’m listening to this in my bed
Some woman… I’m a female and I can’t even imagine laughing at a person who lost their beloved family member (or anyone else). I am so sorry about your loss. But I want you to know the saying my parents always told me. It says: Tears are a sign of strength, not weakness. Only those with strong spirits can truly reveal what they feel. I’m sorry if my English isn’t very good and understandable - my mother language is Russian, but I hope you will understand the main point and feel better ❤️
If it makes you feel better - I’m crying right now and don’t feel week at all, because I know it is a sing, that my soul is still alive and I am strong (again I am sorry for my bad English)
@@Lala-_-_-339 this might be based on the hypothetical idea where you get $10M but an immortal super intelligent snail goes after you and ONLY you where once you touch it you die
"E então é natal...e o que você fez?" - bom, fortaleci vínculos de amizade, conheci novas pessoas, acompanhei meu avô por 16 dias no hospital enquanto o cancer o devorava e pude ver pela primeira vez em anos ele ter medo do que podia acontecer. Eu o vesti, eu o reconheci, eu o carreguei e eu o vi descer pra terra. Eu e meu irmão nos perdemos de vez na nossa relação, minha namorada terminou comigo faltando 1 semana pro natal mas eu sobrevivi a tudo isso. Não sobrevivi como gostaria mas sobrevivi.
This will be my final message. It is now my birthday today, on the dot. According to... The tracker... Yes, the snail is... Here. I have lived so long I can barely remember my brother's face. I still have his necklace. What was the point of all this? No, really? I have been chronicling for a millennium now and what do I have to show for it? Old age and a snail still... On my tail... Heh... I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna touch the snail. I really don't want to but... What do I have left? The walls of my childhood home crumbled before my eyes, I looked into the eyes of my brother as he was shot to death, I witnessed human life end before me and for what?! He, she, it.. the fucker is still approaching... I have 2% battery left. I'm going to send this as far as possible away from here. Earth, I mean. If anyone can hear me... Understand me, even? Hear my screams, for death is the only thing we have to look forward to. Don't let yourself suffer for actions you cannot control. It's not your fault. I realize that now. I realize it. *The recording device falls to the floor. We hear footsteps as he walks away. Faintly, we can hear his final words.* Inevitability is such a pain... *He touches the snail.*
So this is Xmas And what have you done Another year over And a new one just begun And so this is Xmas I hope you have fun The near and the dear ones The old and the young A very merry Xmas And a happy New Year Let's hope it's a good one Without any fear And so this is Xmas For weak and for strong For rich and the poor ones The war is so long And so happy Xmas For black and for white For yellow and red ones Let's stop all the fight A very merry Xmas And a happy New Year Let's hope it's a good one Without any fear And so this is Xmas And what have we done Another year over And a new one just begun And so happy Xmas I hope you have fun The near and the dear ones The old and the young A very merry Xmas And a happy New Year Let's hope it's a good one Without any fear And so this is Xmas And what have we done Another year over And a new one just begun
You prepare for annihilation, at the end of time only you and the snail remain, adrift in the void you have lived so long, so many lives that you cannot recall them all. the sun died long ago, the heat death of the universe has already concluded yet you are still here..whereever here is. without any sensation, you become one with whatever surrounds you, perhaps the absence of what once was. You feel a pull in front of you, one of overwhelming dread yet warmth, you know that it could only be one thing. your other half of infinity. you drift toward the snail in the abyss and accept death, with open arms finally you are prepared to let go of this final life. but the snail seems afraid. it looks you in the eyes or at least you think, there's no light to truly know. "I'm scared" you hear in your mind, a voice sounding so mature yet inexperienced, like man and child in sync "Why is that?" you inquire "What if I'm still here when you're gone" it replies, sounding almost mournful you realize that after all this time, so vast that it is immeasurable, the snail was never your enemy, never an unresting assassin, but another soul given an eternal burden. An innocent soul born of this world because of human greed from lifetimes ago, you crumble realizing that you hated something you never took the time to understand "I do not want to be alone" it comes again, sounding on the verge of tears There are so many things you could say, that you want to say, that even though you do not know you want to tell them things will be okay but it is too late now, you know that it's too late for you or the snail to change anything, now on the collision course started so long ago. The snail desperately cries, terrified of the possibility of eternal loneliness once its purpose is fulfilled, in your final act you wrap your arms around the snail, and it begs you to stay, not to leave it stranded in emptiness. a tear swells in your eye, in the short time you truly began to understand the mollusk it has revived emotion lost millennia ago within you. in a sombre, resolute tone you reassure the snail "war is over" you whisper to it, with a soft smile on your face, it was from a tune you remember from your early days of immortality. *the world fades to black as you embrace the snail, the last act of humanity, of the universe, of existence itself being one of love*
The snail….
No, not the snail.....
The gay werewolf. /j
The damn snail
@@aesop7984 HUH
@@G00byW00by IT'S A MARAUDERS REFERENCE TO REMUS LUPIN HAHAHA love him
As the snail slowly inches toward you, you feel your heart beat fast in your chest. The world around you burns. Nothing is left.
You chuckle to yourself, “so, we meet again.”
The snail looks up at you and stops in it’s tracks. You lock eyes with it. You collapse to the ground. Blood coats your bruised and worn knees. You look down at your hands, covered in red and cuts. You have lost everything, everyone you have ever lived. Everything, everything is gone. Tears roll down your face. You begin to laugh. You extend your hand toward the snail, blood dripping onto the burnt soil. The snail looks up at your hand.
“Go ahead, little buddy. It’s been a good run.”
You touch your finger to the snail, and fall sideways to the ground. Your eyes start to blur, and the world seems to spin. You feel the snail curl up in your hand as the two of you lose consciousness Slowly.
“Goodbye.”
The last thing you feel is the comforting sliminess of the snail resting on your palm.
WTF
that's actually really sad, but wholesome at the same time.
@@blakedeal2076 hehehe
Wtf.
is this based on the hypothetical idea where you get $10M but an immortal super intelligent snail goes after you and ONLY you where once you touch it you die?
We made it guys. We got through a war, Covid, school (for some) and life itself :) Congrats
Now can someone just say Jumanji and stop this madness?
Now its time for global warming and poverty and inequality along side war
@@PuffleFuzz please someone say it
@@abigailsims9333I tried it.
Its about to get a whole lot worse
I actually came here cause its currently Christmas eve 11:17 and I'm not feeling it. I haven't felt the Christmas spirit since elementary school. I'm now 18 and its just hit me that these may be my last few Christmas eves with my parents. That one day I will move out and Christmas eve and morning wont mean much (unless I have kids one day ofc). I wish I could enjoy it but I'm sitting here wondering where the magic went. I know the true meaning of Christmas don't get me wrong. The birth of our savior is amazing and we are so blessed however; I don't feel like I deserve it at times. My depression has been so much worse this year, winter break especially, staying in my room, not having many friends to go see. I feel overlooked and unimportant by those closest to me. Just empty and over it.
All this to say I got on here expecting to find more sad stories and how Christmas isn't the same and "So this is Christmas" now for us. I came to find that snail story and yall's comments and remarks. It made me feel better cause it got my mind off the bad. It took something sad and made it funny or interesting.
As crazy as the internet can be, let me say, thank you internet.
I feel this so much and it hurts so much. I know it's been two months but I hope you're doing well my friend
Ayoo sis....how's life now??
i feel like the people you will meet are more important than the one you met depending on your mindset
Christmas should be all about Jesus. Have you considered giving your life to him and giving Christmas meaning?
THE MAN TOUCHED SO MAY WITH THE MESSAGE OF LOVE.
The last few Christmases haven’t been the same, more of my family have left me and now it’s just me and the tree
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He's behind you....
WHY DID I LOOK💀 I GOT SCARED
The snail is right behind me....isnt he?
My grandpa died and girls at my school were laughing at me and calling me a baby and saying men don’t cry and only people that comforted me were my friends I’m listening to this in my bed
Before anyone give me sympathy don’t reply just telling a story and just showing how rude women are to men
Some woman… I’m a female and I can’t even imagine laughing at a person who lost their beloved family member (or anyone else).
I am so sorry about your loss. But I want you to know the saying my parents always told me. It says: Tears are a sign of strength, not weakness. Only those with strong spirits can truly reveal what they feel. I’m sorry if my English isn’t very good and understandable - my mother language is Russian, but I hope you will understand the main point and feel better ❤️
If it makes you feel better - I’m crying right now and don’t feel week at all, because I know it is a sing, that my soul is still alive and I am strong (again I am sorry for my bad English)
It's sad to see the stigma that men can't/don't cry. It definitely isn't true and just hurts people
@@Artonovskas a female we need more woman like you in this world
"I was good. I was really good."
Dead Poets Society?
As you and the snail witness the new birth of the universe, you finally make peace with the snail and accept your fate.
That's actually beautiful
Love this version!
Congratulations! We are almost there. We made it through a war, COVID 19, anger, stress, trauma, suffering, etc. But, we are almost there my friends.
I'm sorry my love, I can't go home...
War is not over...
The snail... the snail has returned... 🐌
What snail or am I dumb
@@Lala-_-_-339 this might be based on the hypothetical idea where you get $10M but an immortal super intelligent snail goes after you and ONLY you where once you touch it you die
@@cipherology ooohh thank you so much I didn’t under stand then lol
"E então é natal...e o que você fez?" - bom, fortaleci vínculos de amizade, conheci novas pessoas, acompanhei meu avô por 16 dias no hospital enquanto o cancer o devorava e pude ver pela primeira vez em anos ele ter medo do que podia acontecer. Eu o vesti, eu o reconheci, eu o carreguei e eu o vi descer pra terra. Eu e meu irmão nos perdemos de vez na nossa relação, minha namorada terminou comigo faltando 1 semana pro natal mas eu sobrevivi a tudo isso. Não sobrevivi como gostaria mas sobrevivi.
This will be my final message. It is now my birthday today, on the dot. According to... The tracker... Yes, the snail is... Here.
I have lived so long I can barely remember my brother's face. I still have his necklace.
What was the point of all this? No, really? I have been chronicling for a millennium now and what do I have to show for it? Old age and a snail still... On my tail... Heh...
I'm gonna do it. I'm gonna touch the snail. I really don't want to but... What do I have left? The walls of my childhood home crumbled before my eyes, I looked into the eyes of my brother as he was shot to death, I witnessed human life end before me and for what?!
He, she, it.. the fucker is still approaching...
I have 2% battery left. I'm going to send this as far as possible away from here. Earth, I mean. If anyone can hear me... Understand me, even? Hear my screams, for death is the only thing we have to look forward to. Don't let yourself suffer for actions you cannot control. It's not your fault. I realize that now. I realize it.
*The recording device falls to the floor. We hear footsteps as he walks away. Faintly, we can hear his final words.*
Inevitability is such a pain...
*He touches the snail.*
i dont get it
That was one beautifully written story :) for one second, I thought these where your last words. I hope it wasn’t :(
@@3ea3ea glad I could put that kind of emotion into a fucking TikTok meme! Lol
Well I’m going to play this song this year. 😢
To anyone crying as you listen to this about tonys death (marvel) I'm crying too, you're not alone
War is over.......
É choll de bola essa música é linda demais 💗 gosto demais da conta 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😢😢😢😢😢😢
He's coming...
The snail is coming...
What snail or am I dumb
Nostalgia
When i hear this song the only thing i can think is Walter White dying
Christmas then its baseball time baby 😁😁😁
The snail is coming
So this is Xmas
And what have you done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so this is Xmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones
The old and the young
A very merry Xmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
And so this is Xmas
For weak and for strong
For rich and the poor ones
The war is so long
And so happy Xmas
For black and for white
For yellow and red ones
Let's stop all the fight
A very merry Xmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
And so this is Xmas
And what have we done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
And so happy Xmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones
The old and the young
A very merry Xmas
And a happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fear
And so this is Xmas
And what have we done
Another year over
And a new one just begun
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esto va a sonar mientras haya terminado mi exposicion y todos me den aplausos
i know that snail is here somewhere
You prepare for annihilation, at the end of time only you and the snail remain, adrift in the void you have lived so long, so many lives that you cannot recall them all. the sun died long ago, the heat death of the universe has already concluded yet you are still here..whereever here is. without any sensation, you become one with whatever surrounds you, perhaps the absence of what once was. You feel a pull in front of you, one of overwhelming dread yet warmth, you know that it could only be one thing. your other half of infinity. you drift toward the snail in the abyss and accept death, with open arms finally you are prepared to let go of this final life. but the snail seems afraid. it looks you in the eyes or at least you think, there's no light to truly know.
"I'm scared" you hear in your mind, a voice sounding so mature yet inexperienced, like man and child in sync
"Why is that?" you inquire
"What if I'm still here when you're gone" it replies, sounding almost mournful
you realize that after all this time, so vast that it is immeasurable, the snail was never your enemy, never an unresting assassin, but another soul given an eternal burden. An innocent soul born of this world because of human greed from lifetimes ago, you crumble realizing that you hated something you never took the time to understand
"I do not want to be alone" it comes again, sounding on the verge of tears
There are so many things you could say, that you want to say, that even though you do not know you want to tell them things will be okay but it is too late now, you know that it's too late for you or the snail to change anything, now on the collision course started so long ago. The snail desperately cries, terrified of the possibility of eternal loneliness once its purpose is fulfilled, in your final act you wrap your arms around the snail, and it begs you to stay, not to leave it stranded in emptiness. a tear swells in your eye, in the short time you truly began to understand the mollusk it has revived emotion lost millennia ago within you. in a sombre, resolute tone you reassure the snail
"war is over" you whisper to it, with a soft smile on your face, it was from a tune you remember from your early days of immortality.
*the world fades to black as you embrace the snail, the last act of humanity, of the universe, of existence itself being one of love*
yay so happy we just survived all that madness and now we’re going through the beginning of ww3, a nuclear war..
what
nevermind i get what you mean man
when will my war be over ? :(
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Fun fact, this cafe is in the Netherlands
Pov you are in middle of war and its Christmas but your friend played this while in war combat
We made it everyone, we survived COVID, war, school again, and more traumatizing stuff
HELP WTF WAS I YAPPING ABOUT
Omg I'm so happy to make your likes 1k😂🎉 it's so special to me now.")
Some of these comments, damn 🫡😕
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