• Ik kwam op Tumblr [url=http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mvdeze test[/url] tegen en, mezelf zijnde, kon ik niet anders dan hem doen. Blijk ik een vrij erge zondaar te zijn, volgens Dante's Inferno maar goed ^-^. Nu dacht ik, ik kan niet de enige zijn die nieuwsgierig is, dus ik deel hem met de rest van Q. Dus, tot welke cirkel van de hel behoren mijn mede Q'ers?

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          Level 6 - The City of Dis
          You approach Satan's wretched city where you behold a wide plain surrounded by iron walls. Before you are fields full of distress and torment terrible. Burning tombs are littered about the landscape. Inside these flaming sepulchers suffer the heretics, failing to believe in God and the afterlife, who make themselves audible by doleful sighs. You will join the wicked that lie here, and will be offered no respite. The three infernal Furies stained with blood, with limbs of women and hair of serpents, dwell in this circle of Hell.

    [ bericht aangepast door Stamets op 8 nov 2015 - 20:39 ]


    Ex astris, sciencia

    Haha, die heb ik al een keer gedaan. Ik kwam het inderdaad ook Tumblr tegen en ik zat op level 1. Ik heb nog wel wat werk voor de boeg als ik ooit Satan wil ontmoeten, blijkbaar.(krul)


    "Just words." "But good words. That's where ideas begin." - Star Trek, The Wrath of Khan

    Mt. ;P


    • It is often the biggest smile, that is hiding the saddest heart. •

    Ik had dezelfde uitslag. Oeps. :')


    "Her heart was a secret garden, and the walls were very high."

    Het derde level. Oops :')


    But I still have this faith in the truth of my dreams.

    Fifth Level of Hell

    The river Styx runs through this level of Hell, and in it are punished the wrathful and the gloomy. The former are forever lashing out at each other in anger, furious and naked, tearing each other piecemeal with their teeth. The latter are gurgling in the black mud, slothful and sullen, withdrawn from the world. Their lamentations bubble to the surface as they try to repeat a doleful hymn, though with unbroken words they cannot say it. Because you lived a cruel, vindictive and hateful life, you meet your fate in the Styx.


    The monsters running wild inside of me. I'm faded

    Level 6? Serieus? Ik vind mezelf juist zo'n braaf kind, haha.


    Normaal is het gemiddelde van alle afwijkingen

    Level 6. Oeps. :'D

    Purgatory Repending Believers Very Low
    Level 1 - Limbo Virtuous Non-Believers Low
    Level 2 Lustful High
    Level 3 Gluttonous Low
    Level 4 Prodigal and Avaricious Moderate
    Level 5 Wrathful and Gloomy Moderate
    Level 6 - The City of Dis Heretics Very High
    Level 7 Violent Moderate
    Level 8 - The Malebolge Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers Moderate
    Level 9 - Cocytus Treacherous Low


    "She was fury, she was wrath, she was vengeance."

    Ninth Level of Hell - Cocytus
    This is the deepest level of hell.

    uhh


    I live for the applause, you will die for it.

    Seventh Level of Hell——
    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.


    Quiet the mind, and the soul will speak.

    Jup, hoor ook in de zesde cirkel, maar ach, ik ben zo ongelovig als wat en blijkbaar horen daar de ketters thuis.


    Stenenlikker

    Vijfde. :')
    Die achtergrond is wel irritant om steeds naar te kijken, lol.


    you said I had a beautiful mind, but that's because you're all I think about

    Fifth Level of Hell
    The river Styx runs through this level of Hell, and in it are punished the wrathful and the gloomy. The former are forever lashing out at each other in anger, furious and naked, tearing each other piecemeal with their teeth. The latter are gurgling in the black mud, slothful and sullen, withdrawn from the world. Their lamentations bubble to the surface as they try to repeat a doleful hymn, though with unbroken words they cannot say it. Because you lived a cruel, vindictive and hateful life, you meet your fate in the Styx.


    " icarus had loved the sun, and so daedalus lost his. "

    Stones schreef:
    Seventh Level of Hell——
    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.


    I'm Ellie's & Mitshy's little secret. Rawr.

    Zevende kring van de hel, lekker samen met de andere suïcidale homootjes op de grond kronkelen. :')


    Ik kijk uit het raam, naar de lucht en de zon, ik loop naar buiten en flikker van het balkon.

    Bjergsen schreef:
    (...)

    Hey, jij hier? (wbw)


    Quiet the mind, and the soul will speak.