Hell is Fun

Well it is for Me.
(Little joke I normally give to the punters as they arrive.  I find a personal touch reduces those awkward tensions when we first meet.  Well it stops the screaming for a few seconds, so that's nice)

Having set up this blog (goodness, you humans make it so easy to to communicate, I must see about getting a Internet thingy set up down here) I thought it would be easy to fill up each day, you know, lists of people damned (another 128, 447), lists of people saved (22), and the don't knows (2½), but I tried that and its boring.
So I thought I could take you on a guided tour of my little place, just so you can become familiar with the layout before you come to stay permanently.

First the misconceptions.

Dante Alighieri  was right, but that was in the 14th century.  Things have kind of changed in 700 years.

A bundle of laughs

All that "circle of hell" thing was finished by the 15th century, and though we've had lots of changes, and some mistakes, we ended up with what I suppose you mortals would recognise as the "Howard Johnson" model.

I set up the environment and take care of the maintenance, house-keeping, security and the enforcers.
Everything else I franchise.
What a clever idea you humans had.  Little work for Me but a huge return.
And the efficiency went through the roof.  As did the pain, suffering and torture indices.
Because I franchised to Humans.
You humans have more inventive sadism in your little finger than all of My legions of demons.
You don't believe Me?

Well maybe I'll show you the Khmer Rouge Lounge, run by my old friend Pol Pot. 

Frankly, some of the stuff he gets up to in there makes me feel sick.  But there's genius for you.

Tomorrow, if I'm not too busy, I'll start the tour.

I think the Room of Paint and Music to start.

Be seeing you