Can You Escape From Hell?

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You are having a great time driving on the open road, and everything is going really well for you.

Oh, fuck! Martin Scorsese just walked out into the middle of the road. No time to hit the brakes. What are you going to do?

You swerve at the last second and your car flips over. Scorsese is safe and sound, but you arent. Martin Scorsese drags your lifeless body out of the wreckage of your car.

This person is dead! shouts Martin Scorsese, alone on a stretch of highway somewhere in the middle of the country, cradling your bloody corpse. Well, I hope you dont go to Hell, pal.

Uh-oh. Looks like Marty isnt getting it.

If you have a couple hours to kill, please watch my movie Goodfellas. Im a little biased, but I think its a pretty good movie. Cheers.

Do you know about any good restaurants in NYC?

The Wolf Of Wall Street! And its rated R!

Youre about 10 feet away from smashing into Martin Scorsese at 60 miles per hour. What are you going to do?

You Went To Jail For Killing Martin Scorsese With Your Car

Well, the good news is that youre alive. But you killed Martin Scorsese with your car, and now youre in jail for the rest of your life. Bummer.

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But you do. Youre in Hell now.

Hell is where people go when they are bad like me, says a little boy behind you. It is bad.

I stole some plums.

I dont feel bad about it. Stealing the plums. Im glad I stole them. Honestly, I wish I had stolen more of those plums.

The only way to know why you are in Hell is to think back on all the bad things you did in your life and remember which one was the most bad. That is the reason you are here in Hell with me, the boy who stole some plums.

You think back to the first bad thing you ever did, which was very clearly mouthing the phrase Im fucking naked in here during your mothers ultrasound.

Then there was that time you lied to your father about being able to see a private John Fogerty concert if you stick your head in the sand. That was mean.

And the time you did this.

But then you remember it. The most bad thing you ever did: pouring hot broth down a beluga whales blowhole just so that when it shot the broth out, you could eat it by sticking your tongue out and catching the warm broth rain on your tongue. That was bad and very rude.

That must be why youre in Hell. Thats very bad. Not as bad as me, though. I stole some plums, and Id do it again in a heartbeat.

Man, I dont know, man, Im just a fucking kid who stole some plums, and now Im in Hell, and I dont know anything about escaping from Hell, man; youre gonna have to figure it out on your own.

Well, here you are in Hell. It smells like shit because its Hell. This wont do, you think to yourself. I need to escape from Hell.

But first, you need to figure out which part of Hell youre in. Luckily, theres an information kiosk nearby.

Hello. Welcome to Hell, the main bad place. How can I help you?

Poured broth down a whales blowhole.

From what I gather, this is a fairly common way for people to wind up in Hell. Anything else I can help you with?

Of course! Here you go.

Here is a map of Hell. Where do you want to go?

Okay, good luck. And fuck you. In Hell, we say fuck you all the time because its Hell, baby. We can do whatever we want.

Welcome to North Hell, the northern area of Hell. On your way here, you notice the scenery change from lava flows and subterranean gloom to paved streets and picket fences. Everyone here seems really happy.

Thats allowed here! says an old woman. Can I be your Hell Wife?

Great! You can crash at my place.

Youll have to share a room with my grandson Nathan, but hes a sweetheart. We are not related!

Nathan nods his head. Your Hell Wife exits the room, leaving you two to stare at each other in silence.

Im listening to a sound effects library of exclusively door-opening sounds.

*muffled door-opening sound effects*

And This Is Pretty Much How It Goes For The Rest Of Eternity

Nathan listens to his sound effects. And you just sit there. Its not so bad. Could be worse. Its still Hell. You didnt escape, but, you know. Could be worse. Nathans a nice guy. Nice enough, at least. Sometimes you and your Hell Wife hang out. Its fine. Youre in Hell.

You pass a family standing on the lawn in front of their house.

I love living in Hell with my Hell Family, says the happy woman in Hell. In life, I had a different family, but now I am dead in Hell for stealing three plums, and I live with my Hell Family. I dont know their names and had never met them before, but they are with me forever now. We are not related!

I love living with these strangers in Hell, say a nearby couple. We met each other in Hell, and now we have two daughters who we are not related to. They are in Hell for pouring broth down a whales blowhole.

Hey, buddy, its me, the only dog in Hell. I dont have a fucking clue why Im in Hell, but honestly, its not so bad. Happy New Year! Today is New Years Day in Hell, and I am a dog.

Hello there. Were in Hell. Its whatever.

As you walk down the streets of North Hell meeting all these happy people who have only good things to say about being in Hell, you start to wonder if you really want to escape. Maybe Hell is an okay place to be.

Okay! Good luck with that! Im going to go find a bunch of mud to sit in because its Hell and anything goes, baby!

You head toward East Hell and find yourself in an eerie subterranean tunnel. You hear the haunting echoes of people stating matter-of-factly, I am in Hell, and Okay, here I am in Hell, I guess.

You totally disobeyed that sign! What a badass. You truly belong in Hell.

On the other side of the fence, you discover a staircase. The smell of shit is waning, and now youre beginning to smell something else…its a familiar smell…the smell of hot dogs…and pretzels…and, okay, theres a little shit mixed in there, too.

You emerge from a manhole and blink your eyes. Suddenly, you realize that you are 100 precent nude.

You take in your surroundings, the hustle and bustle of the modern metropolis. A cab driver turns to a businessman and says, Look at that naked guy, clearly referring to you.

The businessman smiles and coughs and says, Only in NYC, cab man. Only in NYC! Now take me to the Bronx Zoo and step on it! I must see an elephant!

NYC…its familiar to you, but you cant quite remember what it means. Some sort of code…or abbreviation…but what for?

Oh, hell yeah! There it is! That fucking thing! You remember that thing! It means something…but what does it mean?

It means youre in New York City, baby! Laundry Village! The Three HundredPound Town! You are here, and you are alive! Kiss me, you big lug!

You Escaped From Hell!

You did it! You found the tunnel that leads to the exit of Hell. Now, youre completely nude somewhere in New York City. Nice work!

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Here you are in South Hell. All of Hell smells like shit, but this part really smells like shit. Probably because this is the part of Hell where the Devil hangs out. Maybe if you talk to Him, hell help you get the fuck out of here. How do you want to summon the Devil?

Terrific. Is this the rock n roll gesture?

Nothing happened. Maybe that wasnt the right gesture. Try a different one?

Very nice! Here it is. The rock n roll gesture, yes?

Nothing happened. Maybe that wasnt the right gesture. Try a different one?

How about this bad boy? Yeah? Is this the international sign for rude guitars?

Nothing happened. Maybe that wasnt the right gesture. Try a different one?

This one? How about this one?

You Could Not Escape From Hell

You spend an eternity trying unsuccessfully to remember the rock n roll gesture. The closest thing you can think of is this, and you do it for thousands of years in the hope of summoning the Devil. But it doesnt work. The Devil doesnt know what the fuck this gesture means, and neither do you. Youre stuck doing it forever. You could not escape from Hell. Sorry.

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Pretty much immediately, the Devil shows up.

Hello, I could not help but notice that you were doing the international sign for rude guitars. I am the Devil, and I love that sign. Thats exactly the sort of thing that is right up my alley. Big, big fan.

The Devils Prayer is as follows:

Devil, Devil, hear my prayer,
I want to get out of here.
Devil, Devil, help me out,
Otherwise Ill whine and pout.
Amen! Amen! And one

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