To hell with...me

Thou casteth thyself unto the fiery pits of ye WIZARD GARBAGE CAN. Thou flyest through all nine circles of FIERY WIZARD HELL for WEEKS until thou finally landeth in ye LAKE OF FIRE!

IT BURNS! BURNS! BURNS! But with each iota of pain cometh true release, true penance in thy heart. Thou art free in ye torment.

Thou lookest around, and see all the happiful creatures of hell enjoying their eterniteigh of penance.

Thou even findest ye bandite leader, looking even more talle and musculare than when he hath beene cast unto ye hells all those years ago.