Dear:

[Snowflake]

Originally Posted by Capt Jack

Dear Snowflake,

The Minder of Planet Alignment is not available to take your call. Please leave your message after the tone and The Minder of Planet Alignment with get back to you as soon as possible.

Recording 1762

*beep*

I do wonder which level of Dante's Inferno I'm currently residing at?

Well, I found out here*

The wretched King Minos has decided your fate. His tale wraps around his body 3 times.
The sweet light no longer strikes against your eyes. Your shade has been banished to... the Third Level of Hell!
Third Level of Hell

In the third circle, you find yourself amidst eternal rain, maledict, cold, and heavy. The gluttons are punished here, lying in the filthy mixture of shadows and of putrid water. Because you consumed in excess, you meet your fate beneath the cold, dirty rain, amidst the other souls that there lay unhappily in the stinking mud. Cerebus, a canine monster cruel and uncouth with his three heads and red eyes, dwells in this level. He growls and tears at the damned with his teeth and claws.

Hmm, yeah, yummy



*Excuse me if this questionnaire has been posted before, I'm too slothful to look and this probably knocks down one more level.

[BarTopDancer]

Dear Kevin,

Details, smheetails.

[Ghoulish Delight]

Dear Helen of Troy,

See you in hell baby. Your place of eternal damnation or mine?

- "Girthy" Delight

The wretched King Minos has decided your fate. His tale [sic.] wraps around his body 2 times.

The sweet light no longer strikes against your eyes. Your shade has been banished to... the Second Level of Hell!

Second Level of Hell

You have come to a place mute of all light, where the wind bellows as the sea does in a tempest. This is the realm where the lustful spend eternity. Here, sinners are blown around endlessly by the unforgiving winds of unquenchable desire as punishment for their transgressions. The infernal hurricane that never rests hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine, whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them. You have betrayed reason at the behest of your appetite for pleasure, and so here you are doomed to remain. Cleopatra and Helen of Troy are two that share in your fate.

[AllyOops!]

Dear Shelby,

I still can't believe you're gone. I just filled your little tummy with treats yesterday. I loved you so much, and I still do. It was like you were my own puppy. After losing both of my labrador retrievers, it was such an amazing feeling having a little lab just like you in my life.

You reminded me so much of my little snow pea, who will have passed away two years now in November. However, you definitely had your own little sparkling & charming personality. You had me wrapped around your little paw. Your sweet eyes melted me every single time that I saw you.You may have been my Boss's dog, but you were mine, too. Everyday you visited me & stayed inside of my office & you were the brightest part of my day.

When I came to work this morning and looked for you, I couldn't believe you were gone. I know that you were 18 yrs. old, but you had the spirit of a puppy. You seemed just fine yesterday. Especially when you stole those treats I had hidden for you out of my bag.

I can't believe I didn't get the chance to say goodbye. I'm crying all over again. Golly, I miss you.

You are in God's loving care now. Have fun playing with my little snow pea & Doc. I'm sure they greeted you with wagging tails & lots of kisses.

I love you,

~Michelle ("Ally")

[Snowflake]

Originally Posted by AllyOops!

[font="Georgia"]Dear Shelby,
...

Awww, Ally, I am so sorry. {{{hugs}}}

[Capt Jack]

Originally Posted by Ghoulish Delight

Your shade has been banished to... the Second Level of Hell!

Dear GD

see ya there


Capt Jack

[blueerica]

Dear Lady-driving-while-talking-on-your-cell -

You are actually worse than any other driver I've seen talking on their phone, and that's saying a lot. You were braking for no reason at all. While I get annoyed with anyone holding their phone to their ear while driving, for the most part I can deal, but in this case I would have been in my right mind to honk my horn non-stop until you got off. But I didn't.

Get a Clue,

Erica


Dear Nimrods in my class -

I know that it's hard to understand the teacher. She's from China and she just finished her PhD, got a job at CSULB and it's her first week teaching anyone anything. She's super smart, but you're too busy being confused by nonsense to see that. Instead of being slightly more patient, you've resorted to making jokes and trying to trick her into saying what she doesn't mean to say. You've flustered her, and it's wasting my time. I would probably not be so annoyed if it was the slightest bit funny. You, the collective group of men, should be ashamed that you'd be so unabashedly lame. Even when I tried to help clarify what she was saying about our project (which I "got" by using something called patience) you decided to talk over me.

Hope you f*ck up your project, a$$holes.

Erica

[JWBear]

Dear friends,

I'm going to the Seventh Level...

The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!

Seventh Level of Hell

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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.


Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Level | Score
Purgatory | Very Low
Level 1 - Limbo | Very Low
Level 2 | Very High
Level 3 | Very High
Level 4 | High
Level 5 | Very High
Level 6 - The City of Dis | Very High
Level 7 | Very High
Level 8- the Malebolge | High
Level 9 - Cocytus | High

Level descriptions: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-i...formation.html
Take the test: http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv

I guess I'll have to work a little harder if I want to get to the ninth level.

[Kevy Baby]

Is it possible to be on level 4-3/4?

[katiesue]

(((Ally))) Aww so sorry.