Faulkner first took me to the place where people's sins are judged and assigned their place in Hell accordingly. These winged demons dragged a guy forward and was told to confess all that he had done. For three hours he rattled off everything that popped into his head. And some of this was some seriously awful shit. Like stealing from his grandmother, cheating on his wife, telling his daughter she looked fat. It was kinda funny to think that someone might expect brownie points for being honest after being damned to Hell. The guy went on and on until Minos finally just interrupted him. Minos boomed, "Well that's great Bob. But the fact is that you're not here for any of those things. In 1987 you began working for MPowerConcepts, a pyramid scheme that seduces college graduates into thinking they've made it big with an advertising corporation. In fact, they have to go door to door to sell hand towels and body lotions. It looks pathetic on a resume and often ends up sinking them into debt. You ruined hundreds of lives. Do you know what most people did after they quit working for you? No? Well it wasn't fucking advertising. Thanks for being so honest eariler. Bert, please escort him to the lake of shit." I turned to Faulkner and asked how they could possibly spend so much time on each individual case, since the line was stunningly long. Did they all have to wait for the other to talk? Faulkner nodded and smiled, and we headed onward.
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