Welcome to the Circle of Hell

Malbolge, to Dante; the third level of fraud or malice. . . but now the home of fanfiction with heat.

Paxnirvana has given hell a makeover. So come inside and see. . .

. . .but if you're young and impressionable, please go away and come back when you're older.

Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in the petty pace from day to day,
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!

Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more.

It is a tale told by an idiot,
Full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.

- Macbeth

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