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You begin your journey on a plateau, desolate and cold. A fierce wind blows here chilling you through even your thickest clothes. Eventually you come upon a magnificent brazen gate. The gate seems warm and welcoming although a broken tilted wooden sign hangs from it. "Abandon all hope all ye who enter," the sign quoted the Divine Comedy. You reach out your hand towards the gate and feel that it's warm to the touch. You feel a rush through your senses as every nerve becomes alive again at once. You nearly collapse at the gate before you can finally open it.

Hot air rushes at you you as if somehow the gate where holding it back form escaping. The sudden burning blast attacks your frozen nerves. You feel as though you re being torn apart but finally gain enough composure to press on forward. The desolation continues but eventually the air becomes musty and you realize you are surrounded by the stench of the decaying.

You turn to escape this wretched place but the gate closes firmly in your face. The reverse side of the sign reads "damned are the doomed to dance with death for destiny denies them their deepest desires." You are revolted by the pungent odor and know you must escape, but there is no way to go but towards it. You begin to run, panic surrounding you, feeling as if you will be suffocated by the stench. As you proceed deeper you hear voices chanting. "no remorse...no remorse..." It begin erratic at first until it become such a powerful beat that it takes you under its spell. You begin thinking in rhythm. The beat becomes more and more sinister, becoming more and more irregular as you proceed through the dead lands.

Soon the chant becomes quieter, and you can feel yourself coming back to consciousness. Your legs burn from the constant running but you are relieved to be far away from the stench. The air here hangs heavy, pressing against you. You move forward, nothing could be as bad as the macabre you just escaped. As you press on however you feel your legs become heavy and your breathing become labored. You are being suffocated by the very same air that is keeping you alive. Your body hangs as you try to fight your way through. You yearn for an exit from this hell but know there is none to be found anywhere near. All you see is desolation. Another chant rises from the abyss, more sporadic. "never regret! never regret!" You long for a release of this pressure. Soon you come upon a wall. Though it stretches on for as far as the eye can see it does not look extremely sturdy. Few journeyers have made it to this point and even fewer have been able to muster he strength to climb the wall, which is at least twice your height. You feel desperate enough to try scaling the behemoth. As your feet slide searching for a grip you eventually find one. Through all the intense strain you've put your body through you are able to thrust yourself over the wall and into a new area.

This area is pleasant, even euphoric compared to the trials you have just endured. A gentle breeze blows through here and there is lush green grass growing from the soft soil.You rest here, but notice that this area is dwarfed compared to the previous. The door looms right in front of you. You know that very few have opened that door, and you hear painful laments from the other side.

You decide there is no where to go but forward and open the door. You are taken aback by what you find. Bodies riddled with piercings n grotesque twisted positions. Some are being held in position by the very rods of metal that pierce their flesh. Some are suspended in air held only by hooks in their muscle. You hurry past this obscenity and soon you hear another chant. This is the most familiar rhythm of any so far. It falls into what sounds like a warped African drum cadence. "Regrets! Remorse! Regret! Remorse!" You continue on and in the center of the area find one tortured soul. They are not positioned in any odd manner. They just have countless numbers of swords rammed through their belly. Blood drips from their mouth as they breathe. The tortured soul turns toward you, crimson liquid dripping from every orifice. He motions toward a deep hole with a descending rope. He speaks, "Only the bravest souls enter here, for there are horrors even yet unimagined to be beheld." You have reached the Ripper's Pit.