Tot welke cirkel van de hel behoren jullie? - Stamcafé

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.

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Ex astris, sciencia

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.

The truth is out there.

Zes haha. Best logisch als je bedenkt dat ik niet in god geloof. Maar ik had niet gedacht dat ik in de VERY HIGH categorie zat hahaha. het is wel alsof ik alles fout doe

Zij zingen, nijgen naar elkaar en kussen, geenszins om liefde, maar om de sublieme momenten en het sentiment daartussen.

Ik heb hem nog een keer gedaan en ik blijf een ongelovig maar braaf schaap. Ik word wel nogal eenzaam op mijn level als ik naar de uitslagen hier kijk. :W

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

Square schreef:
Ik heb hem nog een keer gedaan en ik blijf een ongelovig maar braaf schaap. Ik word wel nogal eenzaam op mijn level als ik naar de uitslagen hier kijk. :W

You are one of the lucky ones! Because of your virtue and beliefs, you have escaped eternal punishment. You are sent to the First Level of Hell - Limbo!

First Level of Hell - Limbo
Charon ushers you across the river Acheron, and you find yourself upon the brink of grief's abysmal valley. You are in Limbo, a place of sorrow without torment. You encounter a seven-walled castle, and within those walls you find rolling fresh meadows illuminated by the light of reason, whereabout many shades dwell. These are the virtuous pagans, the great philosophers and authors, unbaptised children, and others unfit to enter the kingdom of heaven. You share company with Caesar, Homer, Virgil, Socrates, and Aristotle. There is no punishment here, and the atmosphere is peaceful, yet sad.

Zij zingen, nijgen naar elkaar en kussen, geenszins om liefde, maar om de sublieme momenten en het sentiment daartussen.

Level zes

What would Emma do?

Level 6. Oepsie. :W

but do you feel held by him? — does he feel like home to you? ( Anatomy » Midsommar )

Level 6 :')

take me back to the basics and the simple life

Dat wordt hier zo te zien al gezellig

What would Emma do?

Vind het ook wel typisch dat mijn score voor Purgatory als enige level 'very low' was. Er is werkelijk geen kans meer voor me. :')

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

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.

Don't walk. Run, you sheep, run.

First level. Dat verbaast me eerlijk gezegd.

"A good book is always good, no matter how many times you've read it."

Facilier schreef:
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 heart is an arrow. It demands to aim true."

Level 6 :')
Joost mag weten hoe

Always though that I might be bad. Now I'm sure that it's true, cause I think you're so good & I'm nothing like you

Fourth Level of Hell
Just before the river Styx is the Fourth Level of Hell. Here, the prodigal and the avaricious suffer their punishment, as they roll weights back and forth against one another. You will share eternal damnation with others who either wasted and lived greedily and insatiably, or who stockpiled their fortunes, hoarding everything and sharing nothing. Plutus, the wolf-like demon of wealth, dwells here.

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

Ratonhnhake schreef:
First level. Dat verbaast me eerlijk gezegd.

Quiet the mind, and the soul will speak.