wiccanpony
Official Freak Bar Witch
it could be worse...
calling infernal room service..having some ice sent up to praetorian0_1.....oh..and a nice cheesecake lol
Damn, I thought I had done well with level 8.Originally posted by wiccanpony
Level 9 - Cocytus
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This is the deepest level of hell, where the fallen angel Satan himself resides. His wings flap eternally, producing chilling cold winds that freeze the thick ice found in Cocytus. The three faces of Satan, black, red, and yellow, can be seen with mouths gushing bloody foam and eyes forever weeping, as they chew on the three traitors, Judas, Brutus, and Cassius. This place is furthest removed from the source of all light and warmth. Sinners here are frozen deep in the ice, faces out, eyes and mouths frozen shut. Traitors against God, country, family, and benefactors lament their sins in this frigid pit of despair.
:innocent: who knew painting minis would be soooooo evil...at least I\'m sitting next to the \"big Guy\"...
soooooooo Satan, win any Golden Demons lately?lol![]()
:flip:Originally posted by Hoblit
Looks like Finn\'s bar is going to be pretty crowded.
To draw inspiration from Emo Phillips.Originally posted by finn17
:flip:Originally posted by Hoblit
Looks like Finn\'s bar is going to be pretty crowded.
Originally posted by supervike
The first time I took the test I was delagated to the 5th ring The Wrathful and Gloomy (and it looks like I have good company w/ leopardpixie)
Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge
Many and varied sinners suffer eternally in the multi-leveled Malebolge, an ampitheatre-shapped pit of despair Wholly of stone and of an iron colour: Those guilty of fraudulence and malice; the seducers and pimps, who are whipped by horned demons; the hypocrites, who struggle to walk in lead-lined cloaks; the barraters, who are ducked in boiling pitch by demons known as the Malebranche. The simonists, wedged into stone holes, and whose feet are licked by flames, kick and writhe desperately. The magicians, diviners, fortune tellers, and panderers are all here, as are the thieves. Some wallow in human excrement. Serpents writhe and wrap around men, sometimes fusing into each other. Bodies are torn apart. When you arrive, you will want to put your hands over your ears because of the lamentations of the sinners here, who are afflicted with scabs like leprosy, and lay sick on the ground, furiously scratching their skin off with their nails. Indeed, justice divine doth smite them with its hammer.