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. He’s 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.
 
>It’s way too easy to create a personal Heaven for fluffy abusers.