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I am so pleased to report that, according to the test, I am going to Purgatory. Just as I thought. Where are you slotted to end up? |
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Here is how you matched up against all the levels: Level | Score Purgatory | High Level 1 - Limbo | Low Level 2 | High Level 3 | Moderate Level 4 | Low Level 5 | Very Low Level 6 - The City of Dis | Very Low Level 7 | Low Level 8- the Malebolge | Low Level 9 - Cocytus | Low |
How did you find out what your greatest sin is? |
i had problems with some of the questions, though: "Some people, such as Nostradamus, are able to predict future events. " If this said "Some people, such as John of Revelations fame, are able to predict future events." would your answer be different? Isn't this question really "Do you side with the Catholics on who can or cannot predict the future?" Also, "Have you been attending religious worship lately?" had to be answered 'yes', because i accidently found myself at Easter mass. |
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Level Who are sent there? Score Purgatory Repenting Believers.... Very High Level 1 - Limbo / Virtuous Non-Believers.... Moderate Level 2 Lustful.... Very Low Level 3 Gluttonous.... High Level 4 Prodigal and Avaricious... Moderate Level 5 Wrathful and Gloomy... Very Low Level 6 - The City of Dis / Heretics... Very Low Level 7 Violent... Low Level 8- the Malebolge / Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers... Moderate Level 9 - Cocytus / Treacherous.... Low In Purgatory, if Dante is correct, I will make reparation for my sin of gluttony just by going hungry. Big whoop. The Proud have to carry huge stones, and the Envious have their eyes sewn shut and balance on the shoulders of their neighbors. |
The Diviners' punishment is neat: "I saw all were incredibly distorted,/ the chin was not above the chest, the neck/ was twisted—their faces looked down on their backs;/ they had to move ahead by moving backward,/ for they never saw what was ahead of them." That's God's Justice for you. |
"Level 8- the Malebolge / Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers... Moderate " tsk, spidey. tsk. |
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"You share company with Caesar, Homer, Virgil, Socrates, and Aristotle." I can dig it, baby. |
You have escaped damnation and made it to Purgatory, a place where the dew of repentance washes off the stain of sin and girds the spirit with humility. Through contrition, confession, and satisfaction by works of righteousness, you must make your way up the mountain. As the sins are cleansed from your soul, you will be illuminated by the Sun of Divine Grace, and you will join other souls, smiling and happy, upon the summit of this mountain. Before long you will know the joys of Paradise as you ascend to the ethereal realm of Heaven. Here is how you matched up against all the levels: Level Who are sent there? Score Purgatory Repenting Believers High Level 1 - Limbo Virtuous Non-Believers Moderate Level 2 Lustful Low Level 3 Gluttonous Low Level 4 Prodigal and Avaricious Low Level 5 Wrathful and Gloomy Low Level 6 - The City of Dis Heretics Very Low Level 7 Violent Low Level 8- the Malebolge Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers Moderate Level 9 - Cocytus Treacherous |
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My sinfulness is spread over the board, while everyone else specializes. |
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holy shit! 7th Level of Hell! that's nuts. i answered all of those questions truthfully, and the ones i was unsure of i went with my gut instinct. i'm a sinner. |
The wretched King Minos has decided your fate. His tale wraps around his body 7 times. The sweet light no longer strikes against your eyes. Your shade has been banished to... the Seventh Level of Hell! Level Who are sent there? Score Purgatory Repenting Believers Very Low Level 1 - Limbo Virtuous Non-Believers High Level 2 Lustful High Level 3 Gluttonous Low Level 4 Prodigal and Avaricious Very Low Level 5 Wrathful and Gloomy High Level 6 - The City of Dis Heretics Moderate Level 7 Violent High Level 8- the Malebolge Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers High Level 9 - Cocytus Treacherous Moderate |
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This is the deepest level of hell, where the fallen angel Satan himself resides. His wings flap eternally, producing chilling cold winds that freeze the thick ice found in Cocytus. The three faces of Satan, black, red, and yellow, can be seen with mouths gushing bloody foam and eyes forever weeping, as they chew on the three traitors, Judas, Brutus, and Cassius. This place is furthest removed from the source of all light and warmth. Sinners here are frozen deep in the ice, faces out, eyes and mouths frozen shut. Traitors against God, country, family, and benefactors lament their sins in this frigid pit of despair. I was surprised. I had no idea I was so sinful. I mean, I knew I was sinful... But wow. I was a little wish-washy on some answers and I think I picked the more sinful side on those. |
"This is the realm where the lustful spend eternity" sweeeeet. Im hanging with Cleopatra and Helen of Troy. The true/false questiosn were a bit subjective, so I struggled there. Im surprised...answering many of those questions made me realize what a bad boy ive been at times. |
you're in Purgatory. You mean the least evil? Am I missing something? |
Eri, the prodigal (spendthrifts) and the misers are in the same boat in hell. In fact, their punishment is to roll weights on and off each other, because they basically have the same problem (disordered love of money) even though one spends too much and the other spends too little. ******** Just as waves above Charybdis advance, Until they crash into earlier waves rolling back, So must the souls here do a similar dance. Nowhere else were they in such a solid pack, Howling furiously while they shoved Weights with their chests in a perpetual attack On each other; when they collided they moved Quickly back and screamed. "Why hoard what you own?" Someone shouted. "Why squander it? " another reproved. ******************** Not that you're a spendthrift or a miser. The test is just a game. It should come with a disclaimer: The opinions contained within do not reflect the actual judgement of God. |
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And I misspelled bandying. |
do you think anyone in this joint coudl ever feel insulted or offended by you? |
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That said... Nate, keep telling yourself that. ;) |
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If you're curious, you can find a nice chart of all the souls and the various punishments in Dante's Inferno here. |
not the worst one here, but pretty damn close... and yes i would step over my own mother to get something i wanted... All my suspicions confirmed... I am an evil bastard... |
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With Antigone. Endless grief.... Might almost be worse than endless torment. Would it be better to grieve or to receive physical pain? |
You approach Satan's wretched city where you behold a wide plain surrounded by iron walls. Before you are fields full of distress and torment terrible. Burning tombs are littered about the landscape. Inside these flaming sepulchers suffer the heretics, failing to believe in God and the afterlife, who make themselves audible by doleful sighs. You will join the wicked that lie here, and will be offered no respite. The three infernal Furies stained with blood, with limbs of women and hair of serpents, dwell in this circle of Hell. |
The sweet light no longer strikes against your eyes. Your shade has been banished to... the Second Level of Hell! You have come to a place mute of all light, where the wind bellows as the sea does in a tempest. This is the realm where the lustful spend eternity. Here, sinners are blown around endlessly by the unforgiving winds of unquenchable desire as punishment for their transgressions. The infernal hurricane that never rests hurtles the spirits onward in its rapine, whirling them round, and smiting, it molests them. You have betrayed reason at the behest of your appetite for pleasure, and so here you are doomed to remain. Cleopatra and Helen of Troy are two that share in your fate. Sweet Huricane Ride |
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Guarded by the Minotaur, who snarls in fury, and encircled within the river Phlegethon, filled with boiling blood, is the Seventh Level of Hell. The violent, the assasins, the tyrants, and the war-mongers lament their pitiless mischiefs in the river, while centaurs armed with bows and arrows shoot those who try to escape their punishment. The stench here is overpowering. This level is also home to the wood of the suicides- stunted and gnarled trees with twisting branches and poisoned fruit. At the time of final judgement, their bodies will hang from their branches. In those branches the Harpies, foul birdlike creatures with human faces, make their nests. Beyond the wood is scorching sand where those who committed violence against God and nature are showered with flakes of fire that rain down against their naked bodies. Blasphemers and sodomites writhe in pain, their tongues more loosed to lamentation, and out of their eyes gushes forth their woe. Usurers, who followed neither nature nor art, also share company in the Seventh Level. A pimp is a good thing to be. |