In Which "Kill It With Fire" Is Inadequate To Our Needs

[serinde]

syringavulgaris: First, there was the EA booth babe stupidity which I now realize is hyping Dante's Inferno.
syringavulgaris: Because the sin and the lust and the what not.
syringavulgaris: Then I actually looked at the description of the game.
syringavulgaris: I have no mouth and I must scream.
elibalin: I read L'Inferno. I do not recall any point at which anyone went nuts with a giant axe.
syringavulgaris: As you say.
syringavulgaris: AND THEY ARE OPTING IT FOR A FILM.
syringavulgaris: That noise you heard? That was a whole raft of lit majors exploding.
elibalin: I bet I know who's slated to direct!
syringavulgaris: noooooooooooooo
elibalin: Jaaaaaaaaaaaa!
syringavulgaris: Oh, and that's not an axe, it's a scythe.
syringavulgaris: He killed the Grim Reaper and took his stuff.
syringavulgaris: Even typing these words, I feel my IQ drop.
elibalin: I am looking at this image and wondering which obscure Florentine politico the guy on the right is supposed to be.
elibalin: "After ripping off the head of a living ship while crossing one of the main rivers of hell, causing the boat to crash, you make your way up the sheer face of a pair of trembling mountainous columns and sprint across a crumbling bridge that's collapsing behind you. At quite literally the last moment, you make a final desperate leap to safety, attach yourself to a wall, and then drop to the ground to enjoy a moment's rest. With whatever breath remains in your lungs, you continue on your quest, circling down into another hellish dungeon where, after kicking the door down and readying your weapon, you prepare to meet your foe. From a fiery furnace a few feet away, it emerges: a small, monstrous infant with long curved blades where its hands used to be. Worse yet, it's not alone; soon the lone menacing demon-child is joined by another, and another, and still more. You grip your weapon and prepare for the worst. And this is just the first layer of hell. "
elibalin: Yep, that's what I think of when I think of unbaptized infants and virtuous pagans.