Limbo

The next stop was Limbo, where all genuinely talented artists and contributors to society go. It was a beautiful garden that was just a brief walk from the place of judgement. Faulkner explained to me that most of these people end up doing some really awful stuff in life but are forgiven for it because of their dedication to their work. I met Homer, Shakespeare, the guy who wrote the Batman series, and all sorts of other important people. There were a lot of saytrs running around drunk. The writers were all standing around getting wasted, so I decided to try and hang out. Within seconds, Flannery O'Connor asked me if I wanted to do gin shots with her. It was the best tasting gin I'd ever had and I asked her if it was made of divine energy. "Naw, we have a demon whose down on the lower sub-circles. He harvests all the tears of people who judge those who drink alcohol while not examining their own problems and then brings that up here. We mix it with the gin and so that it tastes fucking incredible. Virgil keeps a stash of wine made from the blood of parents who spoil their children that's awesome too." We couldn't stay for long though since Faulkner was just stopping to fill his flask. All of the writer's patted me on the back and wished me luck as we left Limbo. While crossing out of the wooded garden and back onto the rocky plains of Hell, I heard someone cry out, "Hemingway and Clemens are fighting again!" I was sad to go.