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Dear Murica,

Well they say what doesn't kill us makes us stronger or stranger.
Perhaps a bit of both in my case.

Truth is I figured out what this is. This isn't death, this is punishment, punishment from the gods of this present evil twisted world.

It's purgatory.



See that's the secret. They won't let you die. It's as if I could put a .45 up to my mouth pull the trigger and feel the impact of the bullet and the warm blood pooling up by my feet. Yet I'm still alive.

"What are you in here for?" I asked one of my fellow-players.

"I tried to organize a PTO of a top party to control America."

"What level are we on?" He asked.

"Well you're never getting out without someone buying gold for you, but I'd say you look like you're in Level 4 The Slothful because you wouldn't try to build your party the right way." Before I could explain further some angelic admin creature halfway between admin and player called a moderator grabbed my hand and pulled me lower.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked. His face showed no remorse as he tossed me off a cliff and as I fell I wondered what I did to receive this deal. Almost as quickly as I fell she caught me, I recognized her as one of the players in the eUS Military. Didn't she get shot in the head when a PEACE platoon ambushed us in Idaho? She looked fine now.

"Lower you must go to see why you should be repentant of your sins Jon Malcom."
I nodded my head, it's not like I could fight a woman with a huge sword on her hip and the ability to snap my neck like a twig.
"Now we descend to level 3."
I was set down on my feet and to my surprise heard nothing but shouting and screaming. She yelled in my ear and pointed to long rows of jail cells

"Behold the wrathful!"
"I demand my ticket be read!" One man yelled.
"She's a f*cking bi*ch! You don't understand."
"Hey, look this guy's different, come here man!" A player called out, I approached with my angel close behind me.
"You gotta tell the admin taking away moving tickets was utter BS man!"
"They took away moving tickets a long time ago, how long have you been in here anyway?" I asked.

He grabbed a cup in his cell and proceeded to throw it at me, before it touched my face the angel had grabbed it and threw it back.
She looked at him and for a second her eyes burned with fire "Pig" she said and guided me to the end for yet another cliff drop.
"You need protection" she kissed my lips and I could taste the strawberries on hers "that will keep you warm."
"But you died Dania?" I asked.
"The valiant do not die, they simply usher the dead in. Behold the next level, level 2 The Furious.

She threw me off the cliff.

It was getting colder.