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Administrator Delta strode down a hall, his boots echoing down it's cathedral like vastness. On each side were works of art, both paintings and sculptures. But if one looked at the names of the artists, one would find that they were all artists that were certifiably insane, or of a twisted mentality. A fitting entrance to what was beyond.

Limbo. The place where these artists dwell in peacefull isolation. Sadness seems to float through the air as they look up to him as he walks above on the catwalk. He ignores them and passes through to the next chamber.

In the next chamber, he dawns infra-red goggles and two agents, who were waiting for him, walk beside him. He stares down through the darkness where even night vision goggles are useless. "You've done well so far with your recreations. These pour souls are already going mad." he comments before moving on. Some shout up at him for forgivness. One shouts that he would give his life to be a free man for a day. Delta stops. "Why should I let you free for a day, then kill you?" All goes silent. It was the first answer they had ever gotton. The voice calls out again. "Because I want to see my child. I have been here for so long... Please..." Delta sighs and shakes his head, though only the infra-red goggled agents could see him. "I cannot do that. I am sorry." He walks on, ignoring the curses from below, removing his goggles as he moves into the next chamber.

The sound of tumbling water is deafening, as artificial rain pours down on the prsioners, who have no shelter. The stench of putrid water, mud and bodily filth is strong and no one seems to notice the three walking above the rain faucets. Delta stops again to look down on them. He raises his voice a bit to be heard by the agents. "This is amazing. You have taken a story and made it a reality. How many chambers are finished?" Teh agent looks down as well. "All nine are open and operational." Delta nods and walks on.

Delta blinks in suprise as he enters the next area and sees two story weights being pushed around the chamber, under the watch of a man in wolf-skin. The man stands and looks up from his throne. "Administrator. Good of you to join us." Delta nods. "You are the one that came up with the idea, 884?" "Yes sir. Here I am known as Plutus. I was always facinated with Hell and I wanted to invision it myself, allbeit using another version as a guide." Delta smiles under his hat. "I can hardly wait to see Styx." He nods and moves on. 'Plutus sits again and orders that the slakers watching the conversation be lashed.

In this chamber there is a deep canal running between the two halves of the large area. On one side, skirmishes and fights are happening, on the other, the deeply depressed lay in the mud, watching. Delta stares at the fights for a long moment, hearing one of the depressed speak up. "Ah, it is the dark one himself. Look fellow souls at Delta, our warden." Delta turns and looks down at him, smiling. "I'm not the warden and you are here for a reason, Gade. After we broke you, you fit in here very well." The man nods. "So I do." Delta walks off and one agent asks who Gade is. "He is one of the worst slander artists of our time."

Delta comes to a door and opens it, entering an office. A gaurd looks up. "Administrator. The Warden is at the Malebolge, in the 8th chember of our little Hell. What do you think of it so far?"

Delta looked at the agents, then back, smiling. "Dante would be proud to see what we have down with his tale."

OOC: Sorry, no interaction with the outside world in this one, dear friends. Just the Black Staff's answer to AMF's Halls of the Dead, while doing something no one has ever tried... actually create a prison based on Dante's Inferno, for the most horrid of society.

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The idea is quite intriguing, I'll be following this one closely.

Delta listened for a few minutes to the gaurd babble on about how they made this place, how there were already around 900 prisoners spread out around, but he soon walked towards the next set of doors and the gaurd nodded and sat down.

Making his way across the catwalk with the two agents, he looks down through the heat rising in this chamber. Above him, large fans pull the hot air out as fast as it enters. Below him... the Hell down there seemed to fit the normal veiws on the place. Hot coals, giant saunas set much to high, people being dismembered and the gaurds, walking about it weaing no weapons beyond a whip and a club. "This is Dis?" An agent nods. "Not what I was expecting." He walks on without comment, the agents getting the idea he was dissappointed with it.

He wasn't dissappointed with the next though. Stepping onto a platform to observe what was happening, Delta and the agents were met with a repugnent sight. The fabled river of blood was here and bubbled, but not boiled. He figured that would kill the prisoners, not torture them. Indeed, automated weapons did sit at intrevals along the banks, ready to shoot any escapees. One did try and was cut down with one shot, hauled off by two gaurds, who slapped him around and then tossed back in. On the outside of the river was the burning sand. But it was not all hot sand. Some was the strangest creature of Crimmond, Sand-Tar. (Made up of barely alive stomach fluid in a shell of it's own waste when not feeding, it can eat through anything and pools of these things are three to eight feet down) "Sand-Tar. The only torture chamber animal that succeded and we didn't even mean to make it. The polutants from Myer(largest city, idustrial center of nation) did that for us." In the center was anothe man dressed in animal skins, this one as a minotaur. He just gave a salute to Delta, which was returned before walking on.

Next he is walking through the upper most part of an ampitheater, sealed from the rest except by one access point. The warden, not a man as Delta has assumed, stands here, watching. "Warden Zimmerman." Delta says soflt, stirring the woman from her thoughts. "Delta. Have a seat. Welcome to Inferno Penitentiary. What do you think of it?" Delta shrugs as he sits, she taking the seat beside him. "It seems realistic, except for Dis. It just seems Nazi-ish there." She gives a nod. "So it is. But we don't use it much at the moment, and this is the only the first version of Inferno." He pointed out the armored glass. "Describe it."

She smiles almost evilly. "We copied it almost exactly as it was written. Politicians in lead clothing, dishonest people of high rank are dunked into hot pitch, then freezing water, then have the pitch removed. We aloow them recovery time, then do it again. The simonists, the ones who use the power of religion to gain wealth, are placed into stone holes while flames lick at their feet." She goes on to list the punsihments for the classes here, but she stands after a minute. "Come Administrator, there is one last section to show you. It is divided into two halves."

The four walks on, stopping to look over a factory. SHe points out a few things. "The treasonists enter here. They are stripped nude, then set in a chamber. We fill the chamber with liquid nitrogen., then with water that we freeze. They exit there, into the storage facility." Delta watches as prisoners plead to him for mercy. He laughs. "You are traitors. You are lucky to die quickly." He turns and walks with the others intoi the storage facility. The catwalk is enclosed here and ends in a veiwing platform. All around them, racks upon racks of bodies stand nude, frozen in ice forever. Domonating one wall though is Lucifer, or a stone interpretaton. In his mouths are the three traitors, Judas, Brutus, and Cassius.

Delta smiles. "Now that we have this, should we leak it or just announce it? Perhaps even invite allies to tour it?" He laughs and walks back, heading back up through Inferno towards what was heaven for this prisoners... freedom.

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OOC: Come on. WN liked it. You should too!

Maybe if you'd expand on it, make something happen therein. A real escape attempt, etc. For now at least, I reserve judgement.