....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

85 responses total.

Welcome home.  :)

This has been a time in coming, but we are now where we belong.

For those of you that don't know, I am Megan, one of your hosts for this
journey.  I am mostly friendly. :)

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

I had fun with those. :)

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

'Scuse me, you are already making demands, and you haven't even bothered to
identify yourself. *Now* who is the Flying Bitch Goddess?

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?

All you need to know is that I am a goddess.  What else do you need? :)

Introduce yourselves, damnit!  That's what the obligatory introduction item
is all about!!!

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.

I brought the napalm!

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!

I'm Bjorn, and as far as I can tell my worst sin is that horrible war I 
had with Sky Woodman several years ago.

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.

Am I the hubby or Ma?  :)

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.

I shudder to think.  :)

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

Eh... lemmesee. A sister in law that is your ma.
Man, that sounds all too 'Deleverance' to me.

Another shudder to think.
Would I be courageous enough to go and face the battling banjos?

Wahl, you knew we're frum the Sowth.

Actually, Rick, that's Dueling Banjos/banjoes.

And I meant that she would be my Sister-in-law instead of my mother.  
don't you know the story of Persephone?

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)

Sylvia, I am a barbarian.
Never had classical scholling coming from a reg. High school. (But we
discussed the topic of our respective school systems in '98 and they are
incomparible.
Persephone eludes me.

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 :)

Thanks and with such eloquence too!

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

I try my best . . .I'm pissed abuot the typos, though.

hence abuot, heh heh

Well, it was nice to see your wit hasn't left you. It reminds me of certain
letters.
It should be fun to meet again.

Damnit!  Speaking of letters, I've one in the works for you.  Trust me, 
you'll get it well before your date of departure.

Promises, promises

(grin)

Okay, if that's how you want it . . .

Are we feeling touchy today?

Of course  I'd like to receive a letter. It would be greeted with utter 
joy. But I am not going to beg for it.

But we like it when you beg!

(grumble)
Clees falls down on his knees and grovels in the dirt.





Nobody seems to notice the wicked glances from beneath his cast eyes. 

That's what you think...

<snorts>

We know you better than that.

At least you think I am able of being wicked.

Well, I wouldn't go that far.  Compared to us, you're about as wicked 
as a newborn babe. :p

In that case I have got a load of potential and am bound to be tutored within
reasonably short notice.

I've been really wicked in my relationship with Britain Woodman.  
Lately, I've been trying to repair it for the umpteenth time.  It may 
be beyond repair but at least I can show I'm not as much of a jerk as I 
used to be.

That's cool, Vidar, that you recognize how much you've matured.  Some 
people haven't the strength to analize their lives, you know?

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