Intergalactic Summit

A vision of Hell, as revealed by God to Nauplius, Prophet of God —

And the Lord took me to the mouth of Hell and said, "beholdest thou the Mouth of Hell, outside which are the Chosen of God which have gone astray." And I saw Heideran VII flanked by the pilots of PIE chasing banners upon which were written the words "Peace" and "Mercy". And when they caught a banner, it would dissolve into vapor.

And the Lord took me through the mouth of Hell and said, "beholdest thou Upper Hell, wherein dwell the Righteous Non-Chosen". And there was no torment in this Hell, wherein dwelt many Caldari, who were led by Tibus Heth to make many marvels and wonders of engineering. But they were not the Chosen of God and ever in view was the blood-splattered golden towers of Paradise that they were denied.

And the Lord took me lower and said, "beholdest thou the Hell of Lust". And I saw the tormented souls paired with their lovers, stripped of their private parts, forever longing to mate with their lovers but forever unable to consummate the deed. In this Hell were many members of "The Summit" channel, a place wherein there is much lusting and fornicating.

And the Lord took me lower and said, "beholdest thou the Hell of the Savage". And here dwelt the Minmatar race and the former Electus Matari and Ushra'Khan and the Minmatar Militia. And the pilots among these were forced to fly post-nerf Rifters against scram-kite Tormentors flown by Avenging Angels with a hundred million SP. And the Minmatar pilots were podded down to 900k SP and forced to fly again in a cycle of endless futility.

And the Lord took me lower and said, "beholdest thou the Hell of the Blasphemous". And I saw the Gallente race in transparent clothing snorting drugs and the Sansha's Nation Loyalists and the Transhumanists jamming implants into their heads. Upon all of these was delivered the same punishment that God delivered upon heretics and blasphemers in the days of olde — to be drowned in their own blood.

And the Lord took me lower and said, "beholdest thou the Hell of the Rebellious and Prematurely Freed Slaves". And the slaves were chained and collared and the demons whipped them without regard for their ability to bear the pain. Their labors were never done and they were given only enough Vitoc to stay standing; they ever hungered for more Vitoc. They made unprintable curses against those who liberated them and I saw places prepared for the Disciples of Ston so that those sinners would be tormented forever by the pathetic wails of those they led into damnation.

And the Lord took me lower and said, "beholdest thou the Lowest Hell, the Hell of the Traitors". And in the middle of the Lake of Fire, I saw Molok the Deceiver. And in one hand he bore Faus Akredon and in the other he bore Chamberlain Karsoth and these Molok gnashed and scatched and their torment was beyond all human comprehension. And swimming in the Lake of Fire was the Jove race.

These things God has commanded me to deliver unto the Empyreans that they turn from their ways and accept the blood chalice offered them by a holy and righteous God. Amen. Amarr Victor.

So, basically all shall continue as it is, and we shall call it hell.

Somehow I don't see that happening.

Children of Almighty God, mark not these heresies. Though we rightly fear His wrath, the path to Salvation lies not in a calibrated and contrived effort to avoid Damnation, but in our earnest acceptance of His Grace and Holy Light. The Chosen of God are His messengers, here to set us on the path to His host, not to cast us into this apostate's wicked phantasm.

Also, I still don't know which hell I'm going to. I could easily end up in a couple of those.

Wait ... what? Is this a recent change?

Most times when I visit The Summit it's people arguing or debating over boring stuff, usually politics, religion or current events in Empire. Eww. Sometimes nobody even talks to you at all when you say hello. Hardly the orgy you make it out to be.

Strangely though I seem to remember seeing you conversing in The Summit more than once, Mr Nauply...

... window shopping perhaps?

But anyway, I did have a profound experience in space last night sir, and I'd enjoy getting your opinion on it. You see, there I was, sitting cloaked in the middle of space, on my comms speaking to some colleagues who were discussing possible theme-songs for the new corporation I'm soon to transfer too. Someone suggested a song about taking people to some kind of bar, to start a nuclear war, and I was listening to this odd song while deep in contemplation. I was contemplating recent corporate politics and the resulting difficult personal choices I would have to make myself.

Was I doing the right thing? Would Bob be pleased with the new direction I would be taking? These stressful things weighed heavily on my little Achuran mind sir. Then suddenly ... it happened. As I'm grooving my body inside my capsule to the previously-mentioned music some man named Ray Charles decloaks no less than four thousand meters from me and launches probes. What're the chances!?

Naturally I murdered poor Ray as soon as I came to my senses, I doubt he saw it coming, however the significance of the moment was not lost on me sir. It felt ... symbolic ... almost like a sign from Bob, or someone, that I was taking the right course of action and I mentioned to my colleagues at the time that I think this is a good sign.

What do you think, Mr Nauply, sir?

I like this guy. Amarr Victor indeed.

Hell, no!
Im not going to stay that close to Hell of Lust, full of lovers, fornicators and stuff like that!
They are disgusting!
And they stink!

Move us upper a level please... or move them lower. And better a bit to side, so their stink won't be raising at us from below! Thanks!!

What?!
Lies and gallentean propaganda!!

Osyn, you're amazing!