Subject: [FFML] Re: [CHALLENGE][Spamfic] A Hell of a Challenge- The 10th Level
From: "Quick Silver Knight" <quicksilver_knight@hotmail.com>
Date: 11/7/2001, 11:05 AM
To: ffml@anifics.com
CC: xelan@linainverse.com

] A Hell of a Challenge
Many of you have probably heard of the Italian masterpiece by Dante entitled The (Divine) Comedy. In which Dante (the pilgrim, not the author) explores the 9 levels of Hell, with his guide Virgil, on his way to salvation. At the 9th level of Hell, Satan is encased in ice as well as some of the other great betrayers in history.

Ladies and Gentleman(and those of you not to sure) I present unto
you:

The 10th Level.



"My guide, my friend Virgil, is there no more to Hell than this?"

There was hesitation upon Virgil's face. "There is Dante... but do you truly wish..."

"Yes! Of course I wish to see it. What could possibly match or upstage such a view as this though?"

Virgil blanched. "If you so wish it Dante." At Dante's fervent nod Virgil siighed. "Follow me then."

They traveled for some little time when Dante started to smell the *SMELL*.

"What? He gasped. "What is that stench?"

"It will get worse Dante. Much worse."

Dante started to shake his head back and forth and settled with covering his nose with the inside of his elbow."

Virgil suddenly stopped at a small nondiscript door that had a small duck-looking sign upon it.

"I do so hope that you are ready for... this, my dear Dante." With that said, Virgil opened the door unto a scene from the darkest pits of a nightmare."

It was a small cafe-looking tableu spread out before them. The Cash register girl looked up with bleary eyes from the rag-sheet she had been glancing through. Her page-boy cut hair hung dank and limp.

"Great." She said in a bored voice. "More non-paying customers."

A waitress shuffled forward and excorted the two visitors towards a filthy table. "Special of the day is Roasted Panda in a Peking Duck sauce. Whatever you do don't order the Chinese entrees... She's using Purple c-c-c-cats again"

"This... This is the 10th level of hell?" Dante asked

The waitress glared up at him with liquid blue eyes that spoke of un-utturable pain and torment. Her dull red hair lay about her shoulders in a pool of rank tangles  "Oh yea, buddy. This is definitely hell."

The door leading to the kitchen suddenly banged open and a teen-aged girl in a filthy apron approached. Her short black hair bobbed as she carried a platter towards the two 'customers' and then laid it down on the table. A small glazed pigglet with an apple in it's mouth seemd to glare up at them. It appeared to have a cloth of some type wrapped around it's neck. a garnish perhaps?

"Hi! Welcome to Akane's Kitchen!" the short dark-haired girl said with a wide grin. "Eat up! it's YUMMY!" She then spun around and headed back towards the kitchen.

Dante and Virgil looked at the waitress in shock. She just shrugged her shoulders and headed of towards the kitchen herself.

Only as the small redhead passed through the door did Dante notice the sign that hung above the hellish threshold:

Abandon Hope All Ye Whe Eat Here.





QuickSilver Knight
Writing time: 29 minutes

*Hastily dons Flame retardent suit and awaits the incomming rounds...*


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