Welcome to Hell-humorous view of what hell is actually like
Walking through the mono-lithic doors, I feel a sudden burst of heat. The cobble stone path soon becomes rocky and ragged. The tunnel is pitch black in exception of the eerie red glow that pulls me to the other end. I make my way around a bend coming to the opening. Peering beyond the sandpaper walls I see...pink? Everything's pink! Satan must be a fruit I think to myself. My nose tickles with the scent of strawberries and freshly printed Xerox copies, odd and yet alluring.
Sitting behind an iron-wrought desk is a woman dressed in what seems to be a priestess outfit. She is mulling through…
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