Title:           Afterlife
Author:          Staccato
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/rFuPk5wx
First Edit:      Tuesday 16th of October 2012 01:15:58 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 16th of October 2012 01:15:58 PM CDT

>The man wakes up, heat engulfing his naked body in steady, raging waves. Around him scorched earth, pits of lava, high flames. A stone slab filled with instruments of torture. Am I in Hell?, he whispers to himself incredulously.

>right, the car accident. Hes dead now. And in Hell, apparently.

>He then sees a shadow approaching him, and he cowers in fear, waiting for the inevitable, endless punishment to start

The fluffy pony in front of him is red, donning a pair of plastic horns in his head fluff and a black cape, and carrying a small pitchfork in his mouth with visible effort. Fwuffy deviw hewe!, it exclaims, after dropping the weapon. Now fwuffy deviw pway wiff hooman fo eva an eva an.

>The man punts the fluffy right in a magma pit.

>Funny. The fluffy devil is not fire proof. Lava proof. Whatever.

>Waaaaaah! Why wed wawa buwny fwuffy? Too wawm! Gaaargbl.

>A second fluffy, this time black, immediately materializes before the man. Fwuffy deviw now.

>The man pierces it with the pitchfork.

>Then crushes the third one with a mallet.

Then strangles the fourth one.

>Then roasts the fifth one alive on a flame.

>He starts laughing maniacally. This is not Hell at all!

>From high above, God stares at him, sighing and shaking His head.

>Its way too easy to create a personal Heaven for fluffy abusers.
