In a cave many miles to the south...
...lives a boy born with fangs in his mouth
Sleeping until the fading light
Flying through bloody dreams
When he awakes, the summer night
Is filled with screams.
-"Bat Boy: The Musical"
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)ModerateLevel 2 (Lustful)LowLevel 3 (Gluttonous)ModerateLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)HighLevel 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)HighLevel 7 (Violent)LowLevel 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)ModerateLevel 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Low
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
I am in the sixth level of hell. I'm a heretic! Well, that's logical enough, though I think "virtuous non-believer" sounds much nicer.
Currently ready to fall asleep on the keyboard...TSRIRP chat last night till two in the morning, with Rubi, Tree, and Spy, and a few minutes of Pokey. This is what I missed so much. (Well, the late-night-chat part. Not so much the hangover stage.)
RacetracksFlare (1:03:04 AM): Or...worse still...what if she did not go to dinner at all? What if she simply sat back and decided to...watch us? And...learn our weaknesses...and plot our description?
ekohjc (1:03:08 AM): *gasp*
RacetracksFlare (1:03:12 AM): *crawls back under piano to horde weapons*
ekohjc (1:03:17 AM): plot our description?
RacetracksFlare (1:03:23 AM): JAHAHA
RacetracksFlare (1:03:27 AM): *destruction
ekohjc (1:03:29 AM): *laughs*
RacetracksFlare (1:03:32 AM): This is what comes of tiredness.
ekohjc (1:03:42 AM): I'm well aware. ^-^
RacetracksFlare (1:04:14 AM): Yes...evil-mastermind Tree...wielding the pen of doom...lowering it toward the paper...PLOTTING OUR DESCRIPTIONS.
<3<3<3
In other news, the writing efforts are crawling along. I didn't do much for Ostara, just a long walk that afforded me the pleasure of seeing melting snow everywhere. It's even meltier today. Spring will prevail. I also re-watched some of the Battlestar pilot last night, which was pretty amazing. I mean, not just the quality of the pilot (I already knew that was amazing), but watching it again now that I already know who everyone is and, to a certain extent, where their plotlines go. The greatest foreshadowy weirdness is a toss-up among seeing Boomer with Chief and with Helo, Adama's infamous speech, and Gaius before he grew a pair. (I fell for him from the beginning, but mostly because he was short, hot, and British. I'd forgotten just how pathetic he used to be; I love him so much more now.)
I have to go to the dentist today. Again. I have a cavity for the first time in my life. Last time I went, my gums were swollen, and the assistant-nurse-type lady injected water into them or something, and it was possibly the most painful process I've ever endured. So, no joy there.
Short entry, but I should be going. Places to go, things to try to write. Spee, you will see that chapter someday if I have to sweat blood. ("Do you think you're likely to? 'Cause I'd like to be elsewhere." -Xander, Buffy 2.21, "Becoming, Part One")
Later,
S.W.
Sleeping until the fading light
Flying through bloody dreams
When he awakes, the summer night
Is filled with screams.
-"Bat Boy: The Musical"
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Sixth Level of Hell - The City of Dis!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)ModerateLevel 2 (Lustful)LowLevel 3 (Gluttonous)ModerateLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)HighLevel 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)HighLevel 7 (Violent)LowLevel 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)ModerateLevel 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)Low
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
I am in the sixth level of hell. I'm a heretic! Well, that's logical enough, though I think "virtuous non-believer" sounds much nicer.
Currently ready to fall asleep on the keyboard...TSRIRP chat last night till two in the morning, with Rubi, Tree, and Spy, and a few minutes of Pokey. This is what I missed so much. (Well, the late-night-chat part. Not so much the hangover stage.)
RacetracksFlare (1:03:04 AM): Or...worse still...what if she did not go to dinner at all? What if she simply sat back and decided to...watch us? And...learn our weaknesses...and plot our description?
ekohjc (1:03:08 AM): *gasp*
RacetracksFlare (1:03:12 AM): *crawls back under piano to horde weapons*
ekohjc (1:03:17 AM): plot our description?
RacetracksFlare (1:03:23 AM): JAHAHA
RacetracksFlare (1:03:27 AM): *destruction
ekohjc (1:03:29 AM): *laughs*
RacetracksFlare (1:03:32 AM): This is what comes of tiredness.
ekohjc (1:03:42 AM): I'm well aware. ^-^
RacetracksFlare (1:04:14 AM): Yes...evil-mastermind Tree...wielding the pen of doom...lowering it toward the paper...PLOTTING OUR DESCRIPTIONS.
<3<3<3
In other news, the writing efforts are crawling along. I didn't do much for Ostara, just a long walk that afforded me the pleasure of seeing melting snow everywhere. It's even meltier today. Spring will prevail. I also re-watched some of the Battlestar pilot last night, which was pretty amazing. I mean, not just the quality of the pilot (I already knew that was amazing), but watching it again now that I already know who everyone is and, to a certain extent, where their plotlines go. The greatest foreshadowy weirdness is a toss-up among seeing Boomer with Chief and with Helo, Adama's infamous speech, and Gaius before he grew a pair. (I fell for him from the beginning, but mostly because he was short, hot, and British. I'd forgotten just how pathetic he used to be; I love him so much more now.)
I have to go to the dentist today. Again. I have a cavity for the first time in my life. Last time I went, my gums were swollen, and the assistant-nurse-type lady injected water into them or something, and it was possibly the most painful process I've ever endured. So, no joy there.
Short entry, but I should be going. Places to go, things to try to write. Spee, you will see that chapter someday if I have to sweat blood. ("Do you think you're likely to? 'Cause I'd like to be elsewhere." -Xander, Buffy 2.21, "Becoming, Part One")
Later,
S.W.