After what seems like an eternity of suffering and pain from your unspeakable
death you find yourself in the afterlife. The searing flames and roiling acid make your horrible death seem like an
all expense paid trip to an amusement park made out of your favorite candy where you're drunk most of the time and having
lots of weird, possibly illegal sex (you don't worry about the legality though because it's too much fun).
You feel a stabbing pain from and in your behind. A massive demon is pitchforking
your rear and forcing you to step into the back of a line that seems to go on forever.
Thousands of years go by in this line. Your only distraction is the occasional
stabbing from demons. Finally you reach the gates to Level 2 (which is not the water board). Your only amusement
in millenia is seeing what looks like a meeting among the higher demons on ways to torture you more (Batsy, Jeff, Stew and
Shiro are there, sipping ice cold Warlocks).
Inside Level 2 the demons not only stab you but read to you from those crappy
mandatory readings we all had in high school english.
You'd think you would get used to Hell but you don't. It get worse and
worse and rumor has it that no one has ever reached the last level (which MIGHT be the water board).........Mwah ha ha haaaa!
