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Didn't know I was quite THIS evil
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
My RW drive is playing up and acting silly. Tried to reuse some old RW disks and it went spastic and decided to cause a major error and shut my computer down. Very irritating.
On a brighter note, I have discovered that I can actually play my incomplete files that are being downloaded slowly. So now I have all this extra Gravitation footage that I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT and would have worked extremely well in my clip. May just remake the damn thing. Or make a new, prettier one. Any suggestions for a good song? Something sappy and with a pretty tune and NOT TOO SLOW. I also have seen the opening credits and the first.. let's see, maybe 45 seconds?... of the Utena movie. Hurrah for me.
English assignment... english assignment... ah, stuff it. We're being given a lesson on Friday to do it in. Eujar and Teegs I will be bringing my laptop - it's just before lunch so hopefully we can stay on after class and watch all my clips! Anyone else welcome as well, of course. B7.
I've (sort of) updated my website, so go check it out and sign the guestbook if you have nothing better to do. I would also like to bring to your attention a lovely little fic called "Dinner for Two" and its sequel "Breakfast in Bed" You'll like. Believe me.
Am also going to post a bit more of angelfoodcake for Teegs. I know SHE read it.
Michela flopped onto her bed, thankful that the semester was finally over. She turned onto one side and looked with pleasure at her bulging suitcase, already packed and ready to go. She had been packing slowly since the beginning of the week, and early tomorrow morning she was off to the Whitsundays! Her guardians, Gerry and Harriet, had given her the trip as a surprise present on her 19th birthday earlier that month, and she couldn’t wait to be off. Three weeks cruising around the islands of tropical Queensland was just what she needed to relax after a semester of work.
Work… She remembered the assignment that Angelo had set them and smiled, sure that she would be able to produce a wonderful presentation.
Michela twisted around on her small bed, avoiding the jutting edge of her desk with the ease of long practice. There wasn’t much free space in her tiny room, but she loved her lifestyle in the hall of residence and wouldn’t even consider moving out while her guardians were prepared to pay for her to live with her friends in the Hall. She pulled a thick physics textbook off her desk and relaxed against her pillow. She flicked a switch on her clock radio and a soothingly mindless pop song filled the air. Michela flicked to the chapter on the Big Bang and settled down to read.
^#^
Luke stood up suddenly, but Rachelle was quicker. She grabbed his arm with an iron grip, and forced him back down into his seat.
“Sit down, Luke.” She bestowed her wide smile on the bartender as he deposited the drinks in front of them. “And drink up. You wouldn’t want to draw attention to yourself, would you?” She sipped delicately at her drink, but the glance she directed at him over the top of the glass was triumphant. Luke sagged in resignation.
“How did you find me?” he asked quietly.
“Oh, come on. Luke Johnson? You may as well have gone around with a sticker on your back, telling the world what you are. You wouldn’t believe how many Matthew Marksmen and Luke Johnsons I pick up, not to mention all the other variations on those themes. It must be an inbuilt thing.”
Luke sighed.
“I think it helps assuage the guilt,” he said. “Besides, we can never truly forget who we are. We can try, but it never works.” He looked gloomily down at his martini, and then downed it as efficiently as he had the earlier one.
“We?” Rachelle said musingly. “I don’t suppose you’d be able to give me any more names? It might inspire me to put in a good word for you.”
“You know you’re not supposed to ask me that,” he said reproachfully. “And I don’t have to answer you, either.”
“True,” she said cheerfully. “It was worth a try, though.”
“Besides,” said Luke, almost wistfully. “I’m going to be forgiven no matter what I tell you.”
“Isn’t that the truth.” Rachelle sighed and finished off her drink. “Sometimes I think we don’t deserve so much tolerance.”
“Would you have it any other way?”
“No.” The smile returned. “Come on. We’re going now.”
“Am I paying?”
“Of course.”
Luke reached into his pocket and pulled out a few notes, and handed them to the bartender. They stood up together and made their way silently through the crowded room to the lobby. In the lobby a couple were sitting on a couch, laughing and kissing. Rachelle flicked an indulgent gaze over them and headed for the door, but stopped suddenly a few paces short of it. She turned and waited for Luke, looking slightly guilty, to catch up.
“Luke…” she said warningly.
“What?”
“You know that’s forbidden.”
“He’s cheating on his wife!”
“Even so.”
“It’s just a small stomach upset, that’s all.”
Behind them there was a small commotion as the man, groaning, stood up from the couch and staggered through another set of doors. Rachelle’s mouth twitched.
“I’m not saying he didn’t deserve it, but you know the rules.”
“Yes. Sorry.”
“Let’s go.” They walked through the doors and out into the mild night air. Rachelle looked around, and pointed to a small patch of trees a little way off. “Over there,” she said.
Once they were hidden on all sides by the dark shadows of the trees, Luke stopped and turned to face Rachelle.
“I’m going to miss being here, you know.”
“They always do.” She gave a small smile. “But they always get over it soon enough.” She shook her head. “It’s your own fault, though. If you’d returned home when you were told to, you might have been allowed to return here someday.”
“I know.”
“What’s it like?” she asked suddenly.
“What, living as a human?”
“Yes.”
“I should think that you would know.”
“Not me.” She smiled. “I never spend more than a day at a time down here.”
“It has its drawbacks.” He smiled back. “The funniest bit is seeing how they portray us.”
“Has anyone ever got it right?”
“Not yet. They all seem to have this fixation with feathers on the wings.”
“Feathers?”
“Weird, I know.” He smiled again. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”
“Maybe.” Rachelle took his hand and again traced the cross on it gently, then in one fluid movement she closed her eyes and placed the back of his hand against the matching mark on her neck. When she opened her eyes again, Luke was gone.
... and that's about as far as I've got before large gaps start appearing. If people want I may be inspired to fill them in and post more.
Street funk tonight. Don't really feel like it but oh well.
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
| Level | Score |
|---|---|
| Purgatory (Repenting Believers) | Very Low |
| Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers) | Low |
| Level 2 (Lustful) | Moderate |
| Level 3 (Gluttonous) | High |
| Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious) | Low |
| Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy) | Moderate |
| Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics) | Moderate |
| Level 7 (Violent) | High |
| Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers) | High |
| Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous) | Moderate |
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
My RW drive is playing up and acting silly. Tried to reuse some old RW disks and it went spastic and decided to cause a major error and shut my computer down. Very irritating.
On a brighter note, I have discovered that I can actually play my incomplete files that are being downloaded slowly. So now I have all this extra Gravitation footage that I DIDN'T KNOW ABOUT and would have worked extremely well in my clip. May just remake the damn thing. Or make a new, prettier one. Any suggestions for a good song? Something sappy and with a pretty tune and NOT TOO SLOW. I also have seen the opening credits and the first.. let's see, maybe 45 seconds?... of the Utena movie. Hurrah for me.
English assignment... english assignment... ah, stuff it. We're being given a lesson on Friday to do it in. Eujar and Teegs I will be bringing my laptop - it's just before lunch so hopefully we can stay on after class and watch all my clips! Anyone else welcome as well, of course. B7.
I've (sort of) updated my website, so go check it out and sign the guestbook if you have nothing better to do. I would also like to bring to your attention a lovely little fic called "Dinner for Two" and its sequel "Breakfast in Bed" You'll like. Believe me.
Am also going to post a bit more of angelfoodcake for Teegs. I know SHE read it.
Michela flopped onto her bed, thankful that the semester was finally over. She turned onto one side and looked with pleasure at her bulging suitcase, already packed and ready to go. She had been packing slowly since the beginning of the week, and early tomorrow morning she was off to the Whitsundays! Her guardians, Gerry and Harriet, had given her the trip as a surprise present on her 19th birthday earlier that month, and she couldn’t wait to be off. Three weeks cruising around the islands of tropical Queensland was just what she needed to relax after a semester of work.
Work… She remembered the assignment that Angelo had set them and smiled, sure that she would be able to produce a wonderful presentation.
Michela twisted around on her small bed, avoiding the jutting edge of her desk with the ease of long practice. There wasn’t much free space in her tiny room, but she loved her lifestyle in the hall of residence and wouldn’t even consider moving out while her guardians were prepared to pay for her to live with her friends in the Hall. She pulled a thick physics textbook off her desk and relaxed against her pillow. She flicked a switch on her clock radio and a soothingly mindless pop song filled the air. Michela flicked to the chapter on the Big Bang and settled down to read.
^#^
Luke stood up suddenly, but Rachelle was quicker. She grabbed his arm with an iron grip, and forced him back down into his seat.
“Sit down, Luke.” She bestowed her wide smile on the bartender as he deposited the drinks in front of them. “And drink up. You wouldn’t want to draw attention to yourself, would you?” She sipped delicately at her drink, but the glance she directed at him over the top of the glass was triumphant. Luke sagged in resignation.
“How did you find me?” he asked quietly.
“Oh, come on. Luke Johnson? You may as well have gone around with a sticker on your back, telling the world what you are. You wouldn’t believe how many Matthew Marksmen and Luke Johnsons I pick up, not to mention all the other variations on those themes. It must be an inbuilt thing.”
Luke sighed.
“I think it helps assuage the guilt,” he said. “Besides, we can never truly forget who we are. We can try, but it never works.” He looked gloomily down at his martini, and then downed it as efficiently as he had the earlier one.
“We?” Rachelle said musingly. “I don’t suppose you’d be able to give me any more names? It might inspire me to put in a good word for you.”
“You know you’re not supposed to ask me that,” he said reproachfully. “And I don’t have to answer you, either.”
“True,” she said cheerfully. “It was worth a try, though.”
“Besides,” said Luke, almost wistfully. “I’m going to be forgiven no matter what I tell you.”
“Isn’t that the truth.” Rachelle sighed and finished off her drink. “Sometimes I think we don’t deserve so much tolerance.”
“Would you have it any other way?”
“No.” The smile returned. “Come on. We’re going now.”
“Am I paying?”
“Of course.”
Luke reached into his pocket and pulled out a few notes, and handed them to the bartender. They stood up together and made their way silently through the crowded room to the lobby. In the lobby a couple were sitting on a couch, laughing and kissing. Rachelle flicked an indulgent gaze over them and headed for the door, but stopped suddenly a few paces short of it. She turned and waited for Luke, looking slightly guilty, to catch up.
“Luke…” she said warningly.
“What?”
“You know that’s forbidden.”
“He’s cheating on his wife!”
“Even so.”
“It’s just a small stomach upset, that’s all.”
Behind them there was a small commotion as the man, groaning, stood up from the couch and staggered through another set of doors. Rachelle’s mouth twitched.
“I’m not saying he didn’t deserve it, but you know the rules.”
“Yes. Sorry.”
“Let’s go.” They walked through the doors and out into the mild night air. Rachelle looked around, and pointed to a small patch of trees a little way off. “Over there,” she said.
Once they were hidden on all sides by the dark shadows of the trees, Luke stopped and turned to face Rachelle.
“I’m going to miss being here, you know.”
“They always do.” She gave a small smile. “But they always get over it soon enough.” She shook her head. “It’s your own fault, though. If you’d returned home when you were told to, you might have been allowed to return here someday.”
“I know.”
“What’s it like?” she asked suddenly.
“What, living as a human?”
“Yes.”
“I should think that you would know.”
“Not me.” She smiled. “I never spend more than a day at a time down here.”
“It has its drawbacks.” He smiled back. “The funniest bit is seeing how they portray us.”
“Has anyone ever got it right?”
“Not yet. They all seem to have this fixation with feathers on the wings.”
“Feathers?”
“Weird, I know.” He smiled again. “Maybe I’ll see you around sometime.”
“Maybe.” Rachelle took his hand and again traced the cross on it gently, then in one fluid movement she closed her eyes and placed the back of his hand against the matching mark on her neck. When she opened her eyes again, Luke was gone.
... and that's about as far as I've got before large gaps start appearing. If people want I may be inspired to fill them in and post more.
Street funk tonight. Don't really feel like it but oh well.
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