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Must smite the stupid...
Well, if you haven't noticed, it's winter, and winter means cold bitterness, sledding and crashing, spending late nights cuddled in warm blankets next to a crackling fire and drinking hot chocolate, and skiing. Yay for winter sports. Winter also means Christmas, which, to a lot of people, is a good thing. I personally loved Christmas as a kid, and I'd do anything in my power to make it better. But just of late, Christmas hasn't been that great. It's only in the last few hours after people leave our house on Christmas Eve that I realize, "Holy shit, it's Christmas." I don't know what happened, but Christmas kinda died. For me, anyway. Sure, being with family still rocks and everything, and nothing can beat Christmas dinner at grandma's, and the Christmas lights and decorations are all real nice, but there's nothing behind it. I have no idea what I'm ranting about right now, so I'll just hush. In case you're wondering, yes, I still like Christmas. Yay for Christmas.
Well, if you all haven't seen a new change in our group, you're either blind or haven't been hanging out with us lately. My sister has started hanging out with us, which, quite frankly, is really fucking annoying. She was annoying before she started Dangerway, and she got under my skin whether she knew it or not, and now that you guys all seem to love her, it's even worse. Now her annoyance follows me around to parties and it really sucks. Not that you guys really notice, or care. No, you love her. I know, I know what you're saying. "Kyla, shut the fuck up and stop being a baby. Look at Rob, his sister hangs out with us too, and he's not complaining." Well I don't care, because the last time I checked, I'm not Rob.
Anyway, I'm actually not even supposed to be on the computer, but my mom left, so I jumped on. So before mom comes home, I have to leave, so that'd be now.
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The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the 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.
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