G.Irish Wrote:This system is obviously screwed up. What it should say for Dave is:
In the ninth circle you find you find yourself smoldering in hot pits of putrid, used 10W50 with molten metal shavings floating in it. Every piece of soil not covered in boiling motor oil is stack with jagged wreckage of derelect econo boxes and pickup trucks. Junkyard dogs of hell patrol the banks of the oil pits of this circle of Hell. Battery acid rains from the sky and burns at your flesh that has been rended open by leviathons that lurk the oily deep. This most hellish circle is for those that have succumbed to the boost rot and have feverishly wasted their life, greedily seeking more boost. What's more is these most egregrious of sinners tempt and seduce others into their rotten existence so that they too will be servants of the boost. May you all burn and suffer for all eternity.
ahhhhhhhh... i'm already there...
i think i sealed the deal for dave this past weekend by letting him drive the STi
1994 Ford Ranger
2004 Honda S2000
2007 BMW X3
Man I got a seriously dirty look from my classmates cuz I was doing everything I could to not bust out laughing in class when I read this the first time... Thanks for your faith in me G :-p
Yeah, Maeng finished off my resistance yesterday. The rot is spreading again with a newfound virility. It had gone into remission, but as soon as I hit the throttle on the STi I felt it come back alive. I'm soooooo Fux0red.
G, I think you get bumped a level for being to come up with a level worse than the one awarded to you.
Good work Mike! I only made it to 6th. At least I can laugh at John and G writhing (assuming he doesn't get bumped) in their flaming tombs I guess. And maybe the Furies are hot? :lol:
That one question about oral sex is ambiguous. Getting head is better than giving head. I doubt Jesus can resist good head.
The wretched King Minos has decided your fate. His tale wraps around his body 7 times.
The sweet light no longer strikes against your eyes. Your shade has been banished to... the Seventh Level of Hell!
Seventh Level of Hell
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Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level.
Two feet.
