Jag brukar inte falla för att göra tester särskilt ofta men ibland blir jag hänförd. Just det här testet bygger på Dantes Inferno och de nio grader utav helvet. Jag kommer att hamna i helvete men kanske inte den allra värsta sorten. Det känns iof sig illa nog om man läser beskrivningen. Jag hamnade i sjunde graden utav helvete. Här följer en liten beskrivning om vad som väntar mig.
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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