A New Beginning

Jun 26 13:35 UTC 2001

        ....and you land with a bump.  Sitting up, you shake your head, trying
to remember what just happened.  Who knows....all that matters now is that
you are in another place.  And you are afraid you know where.

        It's hot.  It's *really* hot.  And standing in front of you is a long
line of sweaty people.  You decide to go 'sploring, but as you start to wander
off the path, a little guy dressed all in red, with horns and a tail pokes
you with his pitchfork, prodding you into line with the rest.  Escape is
futile.

        When you finally manage to make it to the front of the line, before
you stands a massive pair of pearly gates.  You always kinda wondered how
black pearls were made, but figure now isn't the time to ask.  In front of
the gates stands two women, both of splendid beauty, both with fangs and
black lacy wings.  They have a magnificent book laid open before them, and
as you approach, they stare at you as if too look into your soul.  You 
wonder if they find you worthy.

        "Who are you?" asks one.  "What is your journey?" asks the other.  As
you automatically answer their questions, you realize that they are writing
it all down, keeping you and your life story trapped in the

                                BOOK OF INFERNO

response 2 of 85:

Jun 30 15:21 UTC 2001

Funny, I don't recall Ann Arbor looking quite like this...
Love the flame effects, though!

response 4 of 85:

Jul 1 04:48 UTC 2001

Very nice, very nice... Now, where's my penthouse with the nice view of 
the fiery pits?

response 6 of 85:

Jul 1 20:24 UTC 2001

Don't mind my questioning, but aren't you???

I guess I made it to Hell for being agnostic.
So, please help me here: how can I recognize a goddess when I don't believe?

response 8 of 85:

Jul 2 06:44 UTC 2001

This goddess calls me names.
If rotten souls aren't welcome even in the pits of heel, where to go 
after death?
Heaven forbid I'd have to go meet my maker.

'Kay.
Here's the drill.
A man from Flatland.

Through his life subject tried to spoil innocent grex souls and lure 
them into visiting this two dimensional country.

People referred to him as the wanderer with the combat boots.

response 10 of 85:

Jul 4 16:43 UTC 2001

Your choice of flammable solvents; brought to you by NIH and the chemistry
department at MIT.  May we recommend ether?  A light, mobile solvent, 
eminently flammable with an exceptionally low flash point, it's also good
for forming explosive peroxides and anesthetizing people.  A perfect 
complement to any meal of lost souls!

response 12 of 85:

Jul 10 14:14 UTC 2001

I'm back!  Normally I'm up with the humans livin' large this time of 
year, but the Husband got lonely, so I've decided to visit.  So if it 
starts to snow, let me know.  I'll have to go and speak with Ma about 
it, since HP doens't want much to do with the in-laws.

In real life, ya'll know who I am.  Applause is not necessary but is 
not unwanted :)  Currently I'm pretending to insert myself into the 
real world and hold gainful, well-paid and creative employment, until I 
can't stand it any longer and find myself back in school. Again.

response 14 of 85:

Jul 10 16:12 UTC 2001

I don't know.  Havent' gotten that far.  But since you've named 
yourself FBG, why not be the Ma.  But you can't be the Ma, 'cause she 
doesn't want to be here.  You're my sister-in-law.

Check out the Toybox Item!  I'm tempted to link it to Agora.

response 16 of 85:

Jul 10 17:35 UTC 2001

Hey, I think it's pretty good . . . :)

response 18 of 85:

Jul 10 21:58 UTC 2001

Wahl, you knew we're frum the Sowth.

response 20 of 85:

Jul 11 15:52 UTC 2001

Introduce myself? Shyeah, right. Everyone already knows me, why should 
I introduce myself?

All right fine, I'm the Mooncat... I hang out with Persophone and the 
Flying Bitch Goddess (when time permits of course...)

(FBG- you happy now? :p)

response 22 of 85:

Jul 11 20:09 UTC 2001

Hades, the God of the underworld, scince brother Zues took the heavens 
and Poseidon the earth/seas, fell in love with a "maiden" by the name 
of Persephone.  He kidnapped her and took her down to the underworld 
with him.  Demeter, her mother (would one describe her as the Goddess 
of nature/Earth Mother type?), distraught over her daughter's 
abduction, made the plants wither, the leaves fall and the sky grey, 
and rained snow upon the land.  You can imagine what that did to the 
golden apple crop?  Unfortunately, Persephone couldn't just waltz out 
of hell with so much as a by your leave, since she had eaten some type 
of fruit, if I remember correctly.  Thankfully she'd only eaten half.  
Zeus, using his skills at collective bargaining made an 11th hour 
agreement between Hades and Demeter, whereupon the potential hubby and 
mother got join custody over Persephone.  During the time that 
Persephone is with her mother, it is sunny and warm, and while she is 
with Hades, she mourns her daughters absense (talk about needing to cut 
the apron strings!) and the earth is cold and life is dormant.  So, 
onviously I'm not supposed to be here, unledd you count the Australia's 
winter as a sign that my mother's pissed that I skipped out :)

response 24 of 85:

Jul 12 06:45 UTC 2001

Anne:  I'll think about it and get back to you later. :)