Hell is Limitless War


Hell was war. Once Ingrid saw the metaphor, it was obvious.Hell had no cities, only camps; no borders, only front lines.

She had seen a horde of fox-like things launch artillery shells at a fortification of stone creatures, and an eyeless giant with a flamethrower lay waste to a swarm of blood-sucking insects. The chatter of machine gun fire was as ubiquitous as birdsong. Hell might have hunger with no food and fatigue with no sleep, but it seemed to have limitless ammunition for everyone but her.

Gooseberry Bluff Community College of Magic: The Thirteenth Rib by David J. Schwartz

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