And be punished in a sweltering, fleshy place that reeks of curry and elephant feces, not unlike the average call center.
Where phones ring constantly in tones that pierce better than any blade ever could.
And if you so choose to answer those very phones, you will be greeted by a very simple question.
Which becomes complicated to solve due to the caller's ineptitude at everything, such that one wonders how they manage to survive, as the sheer act of breathing must be a herculean task.
And if you so choose as to point out this fact, they will simply erupt into a spat of poorly connected and improperly pronounced profanity. As if they've raged so hard their mind has begun to melt moreso than it no doubt already has.
And then, truly, will they suffer the most ironic punishment of all:
The fate they forced on many, brought down upon them a million fold.
Justice cannot exist if it is not meted out in abundance to those deserving of punishment.
For those who cannot simply ask the oracle of Google for guidance in all manners before entreating their ignorance upon others, the only fitting retribution shall be the eternal damnation of their soul to the very act they doled out to their fellow man.
And, truly, the only way to ensure that they receive adequate punishment is to place them in a world where they cannot seek reprieve from their sin. Where even the release of death's embrace is denied them.
Last edited by Raype; 27th-May-2011 at 17:18.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I need to stop thumbing through the dictionary after exhausting my poetry stockpiles in an effort to seek an exodus from the waking world.
Hmm, seems I scared people off.
Well in any case, I'm going to go present my thesis that further within hell, beyond the circle of treachery, lies a 10th circle.
We know it as New Delhi.
Zombie zombie zombie zombie.
I love tekken.