Black Death meets the Reaper
Disclaimer: This is story consists of material owned by WB, New Line Cinema and EA Games, this is meant as a means to get my point across to a certain author on this site who has this nasty habit of taking childhood cartoon characters or a majority of them, and turning them into overkill sex toys for his own perverse desire, this is meant as a vengeance story.
Warning: The following will consists of extreme graphic violence and other mature content reader discretion is advised.
SuperblackDeath666 was sitting at his computer one night typing his sports stories and throwing in more overkill lemon moments involving cartoon characters from Y to Y7 shows and putting turning them into sex engines for more of his smut when suddenly he heard a loud knock at his door.
"Who's there?" He asked as he didn't see anything on that dark stormy night as the power began to flicker, opening the door to his bedroom he saw nothing there. He shut the door and turned around only to find the hulking form of Zombie Jason Voorhees machete and all staring him down before Jason grabbed his head and rammed it through the computer screen electrocuting the guy and killing him.
Later after Jason left the house, his spirit rose from his body. "Where am I?" He asked when unexpectedly he came across a familiar shape, the grim reaper but not the one he was familiar with oh no this one was the Dante's Inferno video game version.
"Superblackdeath666 your fate is decided." Death said.
"My fate what are you talking about?" SBD asked.
"EVERLASTING DAMNATION FOR YOUR SINS! PREPARE TO SUFFER FOR RUINING CHILDHOOD CARTOON CHARACTERS IMAGE'S FOR YOUR OWN SICK AMUSEMENT!" Death said as he swung his scythe and ripped SBD soul to pieces.
Shortly after that he found himself in Limbo the first circle of Hell in the courtroom of Minos judge of the damned.
"Who enters my house of pain?" The blind demon judge asked.
"Um…I do my name is Superblackdeath666." SBD answered timidly.
Minos bent down to his level and sniffed him a few times.
"Pardon me but why are you sniffing me?" SBD asked.
"To determine which circle of Hell you will be judged to." Minos answered. "I smell a luster, a glutton, and a blasphemous pervert prepare for your damnation." Minos decreed grabbing the author's soul and sticking him on a wheel.
"No please don't do this to me." SBD begged.
"DO NOT EVEN ATTEMPT TO PLEAD WITH THE JUDGE OF THE DAMNED! YOU MADE YOUR BED NOW LAY IN IT!" Minos roared before hitting the release on his wheel which sent SBD into the center ring of the 7th Circle of Hell where those who committed violence against, God, nature, or the arts were forever condemned for the flames to burn his skin, and the sands to rip the flesh from his bones for all eternity.
Final Note: I had no intentions of doing this to SBD but his constant ignoring of my warnings and being the self-indulgent bastard Satanist that he is left me no choice but to write this story as a warning to all who go the path of this perverted bastard.