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Does anyone remember in Greek mythology about Prometheus' punishment for breathing life into man, for bring fire to mortals and teaching them civilization? You know... Where he is chained to a mountain top (fuck if I remember the name of it) where he is forever doomed to have his liver eaten by vultures?
I read about that when I was in 7th grade and to this day, that's still something that strikes me as a rather painful version of hell.
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Yeah, that level in God of War was awesome, but tough.
As for my own persona hell: Every single awkward social gathering in my life, replayed over and over, couple that with every person I ever cared for insulting me in my face, laughing at me, while I'm spit on naked in a damp pit, surrounded by vicious zombie tigers who, at the end of everyday, rip me to shreds, only to have me reborn the next morning. Oh and country music plays over and over the whole time, the kind they play in Truckstops and on CMT.
That is hell.
Jam it back in, in the dark.
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