Cold Day in Hell

It’s a cold day in Hell.

It’s raining sweat and hog fat, and the ridiculous melodies of absurdly obnoxious chanting reverberate in the dismal smoldering void of death and decay that I find myself in.

But I rejoice! For I am of shit. I embrace the putrid scum of Satan’s cursed realm.

Bring the shit. I’ll bring the marshmallows and hot dogs.

We will roast them over the coals of human skulls, swallowing my pride with a shit eating grin. – Sinz