I just got here to the 4th layer of Hell. Boy am I tired. It was a long flight and all they had were roasted peanuts.
As soon as I got off the plane I hear innumerable cries of torment and suffering. Virgil explains that these cries emanate from the souls of those who did not commit to either good or evil but who lived their lives without making conscious moral choices; therefore, both Heaven and Hell have denied them entry. These souls now reside in the Ante-Inferno, within Hell yet not truly part of it, where they must chase constantly after a blank banner. Flies and wasps continually bite them, and writhing worms consume the blood and tears that flow from them. The souls of the uncommitted are joined in this torment by the neutral angels—those who sided with neither God nor Satan in the war in Heaven.
So... should I eat some flies, or wasps, or what. Maybe i'll just make an account on Playdip I dunno.
I was looking for a nice fish and chips place by a great river called Acheron, which marks the border of Hell. A crowd of newly dead souls waits to be taken across. A boat approached with an old man, Charon, at its helm. Charon recognizes me as an annoying dude from webdip and tells him to keep away from the dead, but after the mods inform him that their journey has been ordained from on high, Charon troubles them no longer. He returns to his work of ferrying the miserable souls, wailing and cursing, across the river into Hell. As he transports me across, a guppy tells me that Charon’s initial reluctance to ferry bodes well: only damned souls cross the river. Suddenly, an earthquake shakes the plain; wind and fire rise up from the ground, and I'm, terrified, and faint.
All I have left to choose from is a Chipotle surrounded by Pokemon Go players, or a run down Chinese food place serving up kitty cats. Ugh. and that Accordion music wont stop...