What level of Hell do You belong in?

[intense]

purgatory [img]i/expressions/face-icon-small-happy.gif[/img]
Die bitches!!!!

[Death BOO Z]

Seventh Level of Hell
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.
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and believe it or not, i said only the truth, and to top everything else, i'm not even christian...

so, who'll be my neighbores down in the flamy hell of the 7th level?

and by the way, this calls for a song.

Cigars are evil, you won't miss them,
We'll find ways to simulate that smell,
What a sorry fella, rolled up and smoked like a panatela
Here on level 1 of robot hell

Gamblings wrong and so is cheating
So is forging phoney IOU's
Let's let lady luck decide
What type of torture's justified
I'm pit boss here on level 2

Ooh, deep fried robot

Bender
Just tell me why,
Robot Devil
Please read this 55 page warrant
Bender
There must be robots worse than I,
Robot Devil
We checked around there really aren't
Bender
Then please let me explain,
My crimes were merely boyish pranks
Robot Devil
You stole from boy scouts, nuns and banks!
Bender
Aww, don't blame me blame my upbringing!

Robot Devil
Please stop sinning while I'm singing!

Robot Devil
Selling bootleg tapes is wrong
Musicians need that income to survive
Beastie Boys
Hey Bender's gonna make some noise
With your hardrive scratch from the Beastie Boys
That's whatcha, whatcha, whatcha you get on level 5

Fry
I don't feel well,
Leela
It's up to us to rescue him,
Fry
Maybe he likes it here in hell,
Leela
It's us who tempted him to sin,
Fry
Maybe he's back at the motel,
Leela
Come on Fry don't be scared,
I'm sure at least one of us will be spared,
So just sit back and enjoy the ride,
Fry
My ass has blisters from the ride

Robot Devil
Fencing diamonds, fixing cock fights
Publishing indecent magazines,
You'll pay for every crime,
Knee deep in electric slime,
You'll suffer til the end of time,
Enduring tortures most of which rhyme,
Trapped forever here in robot hell!

proudly copied from this page
But i could have wrote it down myself, if I wanted to

[kAi]

The wretched King Minos has decided your fate. His tale wraps around his body 8 times.
The sweet light no longer strikes against your eyes. Your shade has been banished to... the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!

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.



King Minos, pfft, banished, pfft, I chose this!
I'll be heading straight to my Kingdom, and be the Ruler of The Malebolge.

Only real people will be coming here.

[Turkish-S]

Your fate has been decided....
You are one of the lucky ones! Because of your virtue and beliefs, you have escaped eternal punishment. You are sent to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!
First Level of Hell - Limbo

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Charon ushers you across the river Acheron, and you find yourself upon the brink of grief's abysmal valley. You are in Limbo, a place of sorrow without torment. You encounter a seven-walled castle, and within those walls you find rolling fresh meadows illuminated by the light of reason, whereabout many shades dwell. These are the virtuous pagans, the great philosophers and authors, unbaptised children, and others unfit to enter the kingdom of heaven. You share company with Caesar, Homer, Virgil, Socrates, and Aristotle. There is no punishment here, and the atmosphere is peaceful, yet sad.


Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
(Click on a level for more info)
Level Who are sent there? Score
Purgatory Repenting Believers High
Level 1 - Limbo Virtuous Non-Believers High
Level 2 Lustful Low
Level 3 Gluttonous Moderate
Level 4 Prodigal and Avaricious Moderate
Level 5 Wrathful and Gloomy Low
Level 6 - The City of Dis Heretics Very Low
Level 7 Violent Moderate
Level 8- the Malebolge Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers Moderate
Level 9 - Cocytus Treacherous Very Low

[SK]

Fifth Level of Hell

The river Styx runs through this level of Hell, and in it are punished the wrathful and the gloomy. The former are forever lashing out at each other in anger, furious and naked, tearing each other piecemeal with their teeth. The latter are gurgling in the black mud, slothful and sullen, withdrawn from the world. Their lamentations bubble to the surface as they try to repeat a doleful hymn, though with unbroken words they cannot say it. Because you lived a cruel, vindictive and hateful life, you meet your fate in the Styx.