#Dante's Inferno (2010)

[roach-lover]

welcome!!!!

I've decided I wanna cause pain!!

So these are my test subjects!!!

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You can murder them!

Kiss them!!!

Skin them alive

Burn them!! 🔥🔥🔥🔥

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Any form of torture is good torture!!!

(none of these guys are mine)

[thebeastunleashed]

Local Italian crusader unwillingly teams up with a hyperkilling blue camera with legs to save his wife who got trapped in Hell.

(Artwork by kariwolf197 and requested by me)

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Dante's Inferno (2010) developed by Visceral Games and published by Electronic Arts.

[arconinternet]

Spendthrift Suicides (Audio, Billy Kaye, ~2008)

An epic free audiobook that's a modern day secular Dante's Inferno. You'll learn the answers to these questions: Why did Dante lump the spendthrifts in with the suicides? What the heck's happening at the end of Part Two? And what's with all the consumer-model air conditioners? You can download the MP3s of this and the ~2012-2013 standalone story The Horseman from the Wayback Machine here.

[striderincosmos]

Hellbent

Zagreus, son and sire of Hades, was having a decent run of it, all things considered. Yes, the last several hallways snaking through his father's domain, shifting as such a creature did, were quite... difficult, Than's help a welcome relief to the shades and creatures that his father commanded. He was a little worse for wear, and Stygius now had a somewhat duller blade that he'd have to take care of, but he was well on his way to Asphodel now, he was sure of it.

As he emerged into the next chamber, he found it strangely... empty. Like the last two that he'd walked through, largely without issue. Something was, quite alarmingly, being more of a bother than him. Something that he did not appreciate to some small extent.

Then, in the distance, he heard something clash for a moment, then stop. He paused in place, waiting for something else to happen, gripping Stygius tighter as he did and preparing a few of his boons. Ares had been particularly gracious this time 'round, as had Aphrodite. Bats of a membrane, and all that...

Then, a voice. Deep and used to being heard and obeyed in the heat of battle, easily echoing through the tunnel that led out of this pillared room the prince now stood in.

"Beatrice! Vergil! Guide me from this place!"

Zagreus, wondering who this stranger might be, and who he might have been talking to, ducked behind a pilar as he heard footsteps, their echoes followed by the muttering of words he could not discern the meaning of. Strange. Weren't all tongues made one (or some nonsense like that) in his father's realm?

Crouching as he peeked around the pillar, Zagreus saw the man emerge into the room from the far exit. He was... well, clearly, he was out of place, scanning around as he was from under a helmet of a kind that Zagreus had never seen before, a flowing hood of chain-links capped by a helm that circled his brow and covered his nose.

The man wore the tatters of what might have once been armor, one of his arms and his legs covered in intricately wrought metal. from his waist flowed red cloth, a similar cloth wrapped around his left arm. Perhaps most arresting of all was the strange cross, the red perhaps accentuated by blood, that was stitched into his chest and torso.

In one hand, he held a long scythe. Zagreus would have thought that Than would be very cross at the man for stealing it from him, but it was far too overwrought, the haft shaped like a spine and the head playing host to a depiction of a skull under a gear that flowed into the blade proper.

'Who are you?' Zagreus wondered. 'And how likely are you to gut me?'

Clearly, he wasn't looking for him. Maybe he could risk it...

He slowly stepped out from behind the pilar, arms to his sides in what he hoped was a gesture of peace. "Uh... hello?"

The man spun to face him, his free hand darting to his waist and pulling something from it, holding it out towards him. The fact that it suddenly began to glow a brilliant blue was nothing if not concerning.

The cross flashed, and Zag felt a strange sensation crawl through his skin and across each nerve, the sensation not deadly, certainly unpleasant, and utterly strange. Where did this man come from, and what place did his power, so clearly divine and yet so estranged from the heights of Olympus, flow from?

As the light, and the sensation, faded and allowed him to see, Zareus stifled a very unroyal yelp as he dodged aside a chopping blow from the man's scythe. "Wait a minute, please!" Zagreus said as he ducked beneath a swipe, backpeddaling furiously from a thrust that saw the scythe's blade rachet 90 degrees into a great spearhead. "I'm not looking to hurt you!"

The man paused, clearly suspicious as he kept his guard up. "I've seen enough trickery from the denizens of Hell thus far. Why should I believe you?"

Zagreus, now more confused than ever, took what was a rather daring risk and let go of Stygius, the blade clattering as it fell to the stone floor. "I'm guessing most of the shades you've run into haven't had the mind to try that?" he ventured.

The action, at the very least, caught the man off guard. "What are you?" he asked incredulously.

"Well, the name's Zagreus. Pleasure to meet you, if we can avoid coming to blows. May I ask your name?"

Slowly, the man began to lower his scythe. "I... am Dante Alighieri. I am... I was a crusader for the Lord, a holy Templar, and I am looking for someone who does not deserve to be in this place."

"That would be... Beatrice, I assume?"

Dante nodded. "Yes. It seems I have lost my way. I know not where I am in Hell, and Vergil, my guide to this point, seems to be lost to me as well."

"Virgil..."

"The poet of old?"

"The only poet I can really claim to know is Orpheus."

"Orpheus? I absolved him of his sins in Limbo, allowing him to go into the grace of the Lord."

"His sins?" Zagreus was quite confused now. "What are you talking about? Where did you find him?"

"He rode on Charon, across the river Styx."

"Ah. Charon." Zagreus found himself slightly relieved that there was someone that they had in common. "You would have had to hop on his boat to get here anyway. He didn't try to sell you anything, did he? He drives a hard bargain sometimes."

Dante was clearly unamused. "I tore his head off the mast of the ship he was a part of and threw it into the smoky depths of the river before the ship crashed, bringing me... here, of all places."

"Wait a minute. Are you sure we're talking about the same Charon? Tall, skeletal, likes to wield a boat paddle when he's not ferrying souls?"

"No." Dante fully lowered his scythe now. "I don't believe we are."

"So, you're currently lost, I'm currently trying to find my way out, and we're both trying to find someone. I think maybe we can work together to find some answers."

"Perhaps so. But I must go deeper into this place. If there is anywhere that Lucifer would have taken Beatrice, it is further into Hell."

Zagreus was starting to get tired of all these names and proper nouns that he had little bearing of as to their meaning. "Who is Lucifer?"

"The Devil? The eternal enemy of God and all his creations?"

"Which god?"

Dante opened his mouth, then paused as all thought seemed to flee the man. Finally, after a few stupefied seconds, he closed his mouth. "What age do you come from, to not know of God?"

"Well, time is rather strange here." Zagreus said with a shrug. "Though I wouldn't be surprised if this Lucifer fellow isn't having a challenge going any deeper here, if he is here. Behind me is my father's immediate domain. And if he's going there, he'll have no chance of surviving my father's wrath."

"Your father..."

"Hades. God of the Underworld and the riches therein?"

Dante was very clearly confused now, and Zagreus was at once sympathetic and somewhat exasperated himself. "I... didn't know that Hades had any sort of son." Dante said.

"It's not a well-advertised fact among mortals." Zagreus shook his head. "Either way, the Styx has done something strange to get you here, and if this Lucifer is as evil as you claim he is, we have little time to lose in order to get you back where you need to be."

Before he could speak any further, he heard the toll of a great bell, and the hiss of flames flashing for a moment before he heard his father's voice. "I wondered if you were consorting with the intruder, boy. Servants, collect them both!"

Stygius immediately flew into Zagreus' hand as shades began to emerge from the floor, skulls, witches, and the corpulent souls that his father liked to use to push him around floating towards them. "First things first," he said as he turned his back to Dante, a rather daring move all things considered, "let's find someone who can help us sort this all out. I think Meg's up ahead. Hopefully."

"I am off the path I must be on." Dante growled. "If I must follow you to get Beatrice to her rightful place in Paradise... so be it."

[bogleech]

[Hades II spoilers] have you seen scylla? Any thoughts on her design? I keep thinking anemone or crown of thorns starfish, even with the scallop influences and fins

Yeah I see anemone in there, though a lot of mollusks can have tufts of tentacles including some bivalves!

This ask however is how I found out Hades II is a pretty little hand drawn game. All this time that I saw people mentioning it, I just kinda glossed over it and assumed it was the sequel to a triple A 3-d action game.

I think I must have been subconsciously thinking of any of the many "God of War" knockoffs that involved Hades or hell. I guess I thought you were all hyped about an unexpected sequel to EA's 2010 Dante's Inferno or something

[fanfiction-artist-prototype]

I'm going to a family party tomorrow, and as the eldest member of the youngest current generation in our family it falls to me to keep the heat off of my younger family members who are much more obviously queer than I am. I'm planning to achieve this by reading a book that's gonna cause the most arguments.

[everycorner]

Dante's Inferno (2010) lovingly rendered satan cock and balls physics

[bootyful-seventeen]

Anytime someone asks the “would you survive if you were teleported into the last movie or tv show you watched” question, I will get so scared of my range cuz the last movie I watched was Dante’s inferno an animated epic (2010), but the last show I watched was strawberry shortcake (2003)

[devsgames]

Some cool news: Twitch updated its content guidlines to allow for "artistic nudity" - meaning fictional depictions of non-explicit bodies - and this feels like a HUGE win I honestly didn't see coming.

I know a lot of artists (myself included) who draw pin-up style or lightly suggestive content who have been afraid of possibly violating TOS for as long as I can remember. Heck I remember back in 2010 when Dante's Inferno was released and Twitch was banning streamers left and right because one of the enemies had nude breasts (I think I got a warning for it myself back in like 2012?). Progress is slow but it is progress.

Unfortunately their TOS is still restrictive around the appearance of actual real life fem-presenting streamers who are often implicitly sexualized by viewers; hopefully they update it again soon with respect to that so fem streamers don't feel like they're having to abide by a high-school dress code.

[tache-noire]

dante's inferno (2010, for ps3 and xbox 360) really did it like nobody else. extreme edgelord kung fu scythe combat. boobs and nips. lucifer's hangin dong. kill 500 demonic infants. there's an upgrade system that relies on souls. cerberus is a nasty 3 headed worm thing with human teeth and it lives in the circle of gluttony. you have to kill your own dad in hell by dropping him into boiling gold. you start the game by getting stabbed in the back and then beating the shit out of Death with a battleaxe and killing him with his own scythe while he begs for mercy. there's really fucking cool 2d animated backstory cutscenes, which are a tapestry you sewed into your own flesh in the shape of a cross. You're kind of the worst piece of shit in the entire game. You're getting cucked by lucifer and actually, you deserve it and it's your own damn fault. But you were also lied to by the bishop. but you also made your own choices, idiot.

it's 1189 and you can double-jump.

[roach-lover]

He misses his wife

[thebeastunleashed]

Nessus from Dante's Inferno: An Animated Epic (2010)

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

Dante's Inferno (2010) developed by Visceral Games and published by Electronic Arts. 

[logi1974]

Namibia 2023/24 - Tag 26

Herrschaften und Oukies!

Was für eine Hitze! Es ist unfassbar schwül. Immer wieder bildeten sich Wolkelcluster, die aber irgendwo anders abregnen. Die hinter uns liegende Nacht muss aus Dantes Inferno stammen.

Das, nur für uns angerichtete, Frühstück können wir nicht ansatzweise genießen. Die offerierten Eierspeisen lehnen wir dankend ab - bitte nicht noch mehr Wärme. Wir wollen nur noch weg, ins klimatisierte Auto.

Und so verabschiedeten wir uns schnell und fuhren weiter.

Nach rund 30 Minuten erreichten wir schon Omaruru und wir drehten eine Runde durch den Ort.

Vor mehr als einhundert Jahren hinterließ der Missionar Gottlieb Viehe seine Spuren in dem damaligen Südwestafrika.

Carl Friedrich Wilhelm Gottlieb Viehe verließ, wie schon zuvor zahlreiche andere Geistliche, Deutschland, um als Missionar in Südwestafrika seinen Dienst zu leisten.

Am 22. Juni 1870 kam Missionar Viehe aus Otjimbingwe nach Omaruru - dieser Tag könnte sozusagen als Gründungsdatum der kleinen Stadt gelten.

Bis 1887 war Viehe in Omaruru tätig. In dieser Zeit kamen mehr und mehr Weiße in den Ort, größtenteils Händler, die einen weiteren Stützpunkt im Land errichten wollten. Zuvor hatten nur gelegentlich Jäger am örtlichen Brunnen ihr Lager aufgeschlagen.

Missionar Viehe erbaute 1871 dort das Missionshaus als erstes festes Gebäude. Später errichtete er eine Schule für etwa 40 Hererokinder und übersetzte die Bibel in deren Sprache.

Unter seiner Leitung wurden zahlreiche Herero Christen, so auch deren Häuptling Wilhelm Zeraua. 1875 zählte Omaruru elf weiße männliche Einwohner, darunter auch William Chapman, dessen Bruder Charles beim Untergang der Titanic im Jahr 1912 ums Leben kam.

1984 kaufte die Stadtverwaltung Omaruru das Missionshaus von der Rheinischen Missionsgesellschaft und 1986 wurde es zu einem nationalen Denkmal erklärt. Inzwischen beherbergt das Gebäude an der Main Street (heute: Wilhelm Zeraua Street) das örtliche Heimatmuseum.

Die Ortschaft wurde am 17. Januar 1904 durch den Aufstand der Herero überrascht. Die Aufständischen überfielen Farmen, töteten die Besitzer und belagerten anschließend Omaruru. 

Am 4. Februar 1904 konnten Hauptmann Franke und seine Soldaten die Belagerung Omarurus durch 3000 Herero-Krieger durchbrechen und den Ort befreien. 

Was war Omaruru früher einmal ein hübsches Städtchen. Furchtbar, wie herunter gekommen das Örtchen inzwischen ist. Schlimm! 

Immer mehr "Verkäufer", die ihre Waren feilbieten, säumen die Straßen. Das ist in erster Linie dem sich, wie ein Krebsgeschwür, ausbreitenden Township geschuldet.

Vor dem Spar, in dem wir sonst eigentlich immer gerne einkaufen, lungert so viel zwielichtiges Volk herum, dass wir dieses Mal darauf verzichteten und weiter fahren.

Um 11 Uhr waren wir auf der Piste in Richtung Etosha National Park. Wir fuhren ganz direkt, ohne über Los zu gehen, die schnellste Verbindung, denn das ist schon ein Ritt.

Die Strecke nach Outjo zog sich elendig hin. Vor dem OK Markt das übliche wuselig afrikanische Treiben. Der Woermann & Brock bietet aber entspanntes Einkaufen. Natürlich kehren wir im Farmhouse, bei Ansta, ein.

Dieser Allrounder, in zentraler Ortslage ist eine dieser Adressen in Namibia, die man als Reisender unbedingt auf dem Schirm haben sollte.

Das Farmhouse ist nicht nur als Zwischenstopp für Mahlzeiten im schönen Biergarten bekannt, sondern fungiert auch als inoffizielle Touristeninformation und Anlaufstelle für Hilfesuchende bei Problemen jeglicher Art.

Gäste, die in den Etosha Nationalpark wollen oder von dort kommen, haben hier auch noch einmal die Möglichkeit ihre Emails oder die Social Media Accounts zu checken.

Die Speisekarte umfasst Burger, Gerichte vom Game, Pizza, Salate und wechselnde Tagesgerichte. Berühmt sind die Kuchen und Torten – dazu gibt es den besten Kaffee der Gegend.

Anastasia (kurz Ansta) Gabathuler begrüßt seit 2010 ihre kunterbunte Gästeschar, aus aller Herren Länder, in ihrem Farmhouse-Restaurant in Outjo.

Die Namibierin, vom Stamm der Damara, hat sich von ihrer einstigen Tätigkeit hochgearbeitet. Sie ist außerhalb von Outjo auf einer Farm aufgewachsen, ging in eine katholische Schule, arbeitete als Haushaltshilfe und Putzfrau wurde später zur Köchin und zur Buchhalterin ausgebildet. Zuletzt führte sie eine Lodge.

Mit ihrem Mann Urs, den sie in Südafrika kennen lernte, hat sie auch schon einige Zeit in Graubünden in der Schweiz gelebt. Und so serviert sie in ihrem Laden nun neben afrikanischen Speisen auch Apfelstrudel, Nusstorte und Schwarzwälder Kirsch in Namibia.

Ein schattiger, lauschiger Biergarten lädt den Reisenden zu einer entspannenden Pause ein. Angeschlossen ist ein kleiner Farmstore in dem unter anderem selbstgemachte und ausgefallene Konfitüren angeboten werden.

Ansta residiert an einem Tisch, mitten in ihrem Biergarten, und behält von dort das gesamte Geschehen im Auge.

Meine Mutter verliebt sich im Curio Shop in einen riesen Gecko aus Metall, den sie zu umgerechnet 30 Euro erwirbt. Wir lassen sie mit der Verkäuferin selbst verhandeln, obwohl sie gerade einmal 5 Worte Englisch spricht. Wir haben hier überhaupt keine Bedenken, dass man meine Mutter übers Ohr haut. Die Verkäuferin erzählt meiner Mutter voller Stolz, dass Ansta eine super Chefin sei.

In der Zwischenzeit quatschen wir draußen mit Ansta ein wenig, lassen uns auf den neusten Stand bringen und erzählen ihr über unsere Reise mit meiner Mutter.

Ansta findet das großartig und lacht herzlich darüber, dass seit der Kronenhof Lodge, meine Mutter überall nur noch "Ouma" (afrikaans für Oma) heißt. Und auch hier kümmern sich alle herzlich um "Ouma".

Nach dieser schönen Pause geht es über sehr gute Asphaltstraße in Richtung Etosha.

Nach 80 Kilometern biegen wir wieder auf eine Schotterpiste ab. Dieser folgen wir rund 7 Kilometer, bis zum Tor der Okutala Lodge. Hier nimmt der Gatekeeper (Torwächter) unsere Personalien auf, lässt sich die Buchungsbestätigung zeigen, notiert Nummernschild, Passagiere und Aufenthaltsdauer. Anschließend kündigt er unsere Ankunft in der Lodge an.

Jetzt haben wir noch 11 Kilometer Farmpiste zu bewältigen bis wir auch tatsächlich, oben an der Lodge, ankommen.

Auf der Strecke können wir schon etwas Wild entdecken, das allerdings sehr scheu ist.

Begrüßt werden wir von der Zebramanguste Abigail, die offensichtlich für die Taschenkontrolle bei den neu eingetroffenen Gästen zuständig ist.

Kurz nachdem wir unsere Zimmer bezogen, klopft es an unserer Tür. In der Annahme es sei meine Mutter, rufen wir "komm rein". Es klopft noch einmal und so öffnen wie die Tür, es war nicht Ouma, sondern Oupa, der zahme Giraffenbulle. Was für eine Überraschung!

Sowohl Abigail, die kleine Manguste, als auch Oupa sind Handaufzuchten, die nicht mehr ausgewildert werden können. Man hat es zwar versucht, doch sie kommen freiwillig immer zurück zu den Menschen.

Lekker Slaap!

Angie, Micha, Mama und der Hasenbär

[roseeycreates-blog]

9 Circles of Hell

Dante's Inferno, 2010

I love this game~