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.
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
|Purgatory (Repenting Believers)||High|
|Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)||Moderate|
|Level 2 (Lustful)||Very High|
|Level 3 (Gluttonous)||Moderate|
|Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)||Very Low|
|Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)||Low|
|Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)||Very Low|
|Level 7 (Violent)||Moderate|
|Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)||High|
|Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)||Low|
Take the Dante's Divine Comedy Inferno Test
Hmmm... Cleopatra and Helen of Troy. A couple of powerful broads, indeed.
(A tip of the cap to What Now Murphy.)
Since we're already on the topic of debauchery...
|Your Pimp Name Is...|
A tip of the cap to James Old Guy, Mr. Mactastic Love himself.)
One more thing --
This must be the week for the world's worst pick-up lines. First T1G gets pasted with a loser line. Last night, I got to hear, "You're really sexy for an older woman. What's your bra size?"
Smoooooooooooooth. Real smooth. I'm so flattered.
We're No. 1. Whoohoo!