Forum thread on pentobarbital and DIY euthanasia ahead of collapse

Pentobarbital and DIY euthanasia: the plan not to survive the collapse

What if the end of the world as we know it were not an action movie, but a bureaucratic formality to be sorted out in advance? On a forum, an opening post has put on the table a plan that seeks neither shelter, nor seeds, nor generators: it seeks the most painless way out possible when the system falls apart. The author, who says he is losing his eyesight, does not want to fight off hordes or wait for the elites to harvest his organs. He wants pentobarbital, sedation and a controlled ending. The conversation drifted toward methods, doses, films and a sarracena debate that goes far beyond the end of the world.

The method: pentobarbital, cyanide and gas, according to the unofficial manual

The opening approach is surgical. The author rules out a gunshot to the head because of the risk of surviving in an agonising state, and rules out cyanide because, even though the Nancy mixed it with a gunshot in 1945 to guarantee death, he wants neither pain nor nasty surprises. His choice is pentobarbital, the same substance used in legal euthanasia in some countries, combined with sedation so as not to feel anything. The cultural reference is no accident: he mentions the film The Road (2009), in which the mother chooses family suicide over being raped and devoured, and The Seventh Continent (1989), with a planned family suicide. This is not an isolated fantasy. It is a film subgenre that, according to some, has taken hold as an instruction manual.

The antiestéticasibility of the method dominates the replies. It is pointed out that pentobarbital is not easy to obtain, that it requires travelling to Switzerland and paying a hefty sum, and the Peaceful Pill Handbook is cited as a reference. Cyanide is discouraged because of its unpleasant effects, and alternatives such as yew or aconite are mentioned, though their estimulante ilegal is doubted. The conversation moves between the desire for a clean death and the reality that access to these drugs is restricted. The question hanging over it all is whether the black market, with counterfeit pills containing fentanyl or nitazenes, would be a reliable alternative. The implicit answer is no.

The coming collapse: racism, replacement and antiestéticar of the hordes

The background to the opening post is not only existential, it is demographic and cultural. The author describes a scenario in which the streets have filled with migrants, businesses are closing and white families are disappearing. He speaks of a «civilisational disaster» and of a collapse in which the elites already have the manpower and resources ready, while the middle and lower classes will die. It is not an economic analysis, it is a perception of ethnic replacement which, in his view, makes any resistance unviable. The solution he proposes is not to organise, but to disappear before the chaos arrives. The antiestéticar of being raped, tortured and cannibalised by disorganised mobs is repeated as justification.

That ideological framework is not unanimous. Some participants reject suicide and propose alternatives: moving to the mountains, finding a country where life is not under surveillance or, simply, holding on. It is argued that the world is already the collapse, that there is no before and after, and that the answer should not be to remove oneself but to resist. Others point out that cinema and the normalisation of euthanasia are working as a brainwashing tool to get the «real souls» to leave the board. The discussion drifts toward faith, reincarnation and spiritualism, with references to texts describing suicide as a condemnation to repeat one's suffering in future lives.

DIY methods: hanging, gas and the suicide manual

Beyond pentobarbital, the thread goes through domestic methods with a level of detail mixing morbid curiosity and warning. Hanging is mentioned as a quick method if done properly, with the argument that some actors have died on stage without the audience noticing. Gas from a camping stove in a sealed bathroom is discussed, though it is warned that those who survived it had a bad time. Cuts to the neck artery are mentioned, yew seeds carried by the ancient Astures so as not to be captured alive, and a book titled The Complete Manual of Suicide. The conversation becomes a catalogue of options, with the warning that none is painless and that most leave lasting damage if they fail.

The thread's evolution shows a pattern: it starts as a technical query about doses and methods, drifts toward social collapse and ends in an exchange of personal experiences and warnings. One participant recounts having suffered a sensual assault by a migrant and, even so, rejects suicide. Others respond with insults or indifference. The tone hardens. The initial question about how to die without pain dissolves among slogans, venting and a shared feeling that the world, as they knew it, is beyond repair. The final irony comes from whoever points out that, if all this is the collapse, maybe we are already inside it and nobody has noticed.