I think we shall see SarahK in one of the nine circles of hell. I'll be like the poet Virgil, guiding Kongurous through Hell and Purgatory, where we will meet many WB members, to be sure. Maybe Lucifer will have traded chomping Brutus or Cassius for GenocideAlive by that time. Of course, when we reach Paradise, I'll have to turn Kong over to PC.
Descending into the sixth circle, guided by the hand of my master, forever beloved,
I heard tormented screams in the valley before us.
My guide, of such pure wisdom that he was,
saw in my eyes the question that I held back, for fear of reproach.
<Do not hesitate, Dante...er, Kong. Your inquisitiveness, like thirst, must be quenched
else it consumes you.
<Here lie the souls of the Heretics, damned forever to burn in the pits of their own blasphemy.
As they rebelled against God in life, so shall they burn for all eternity, never glimpsing the light.>
I gazed and saw a multitude of shades, trapped face-first in wells dug into the ground,
screaming in agony as flames scorched their souls.
Some were immersed just till the waist, others till the ankles
no doubt varied on the weight of their sins in life.
However, my gaze drifted onto a solitary shade, immersed waist-deep,
screaming curses to the Lord in audacity.
<Pray tell, One who knows the deepest inclines of my curiosity
who that Shade is there, who seems to utter foul curses even now>
My Master smiled and said <That is the shade of SarahK,
<a heretic in life and one too, it seems, in death.
<Hold not yourself back, but approach her,
<and quench your curiosity.>
As I drew nearer, my soul shrank
hearing such terrible atrocities of speech
directed 'gainst our Lord.
But encouraged by my master,
I drew nearer, till I stood upon the edge of her fiery prison.
<Speak, Shade, and tell me who you were in life
So I may note your name and tell your tale
in the world above> I commanded.
The curses ceased, and a foul laughter echoed the air
so terrible, that words do not aid me in describing it
but it chills my heart when I do remember it,
and SarahK spoke thus:
<My homestead was Warboards,
<where I spent many years of my life.
<Exiled once for blasphemy,
<I returned only to continue my heresy
<until finally was tried and burnt at the stake
<by that rodent of god, Yoda (I forget his number.)
<Forever am I cursed to burn here,
<but no repentance shall ever escape these
<charred lips!>
<Foul woman!> I said.
<'tis most fitting of God's judgements
<that you burn here for all eternity.
<You claim to deny repentance,
<but it is in fact
<repentance that denies you!>
More I would have said, would my master,
gentle as a guiding light,not have gestured to me
that enough time had been spent in the company of such heretics.
And so we began our descent into the seventh circle
Leaving the cursing SarahK behind.
Yeah, this is some epic stuff. I just hope there's one of you out there who's read the Divine Comedy.