Snow bites

Hell isn't hot. it's cold. really cold. No love in hell. It's full of snow. A constant stream of white particles slamming on your head with the velocity that an F4 would crave.

The white shit would fill your ears making hearing impossible, it would filter into your nose and mouth, strangling and choking the life from you, and then into your lungs clogging any chance you might ever have of breathing without pain. Wait, there's more.

Not only does hell have a perpetual supply of white shit, it's atmosphere is maintained by several industrial strength air conditioners that, because Satan built them, can supercool the air to about 15 degrees. Not zero, because then you could just stand still and freeze and not have to endure the torture anymore. Nope, just warm enough that you can still feel all the glorious pain that the white shit has to offer.

But, just hanging out and living in the white shit isn't enough for good old Lucifer. He likes to punish his favorite sinners by making them touch and live and move the miles and miles of never-ending white shit falling from the all-grey sky. Hell has no colors, btw, just a variety of white and greys. He unceremoniously drops a wooden handled shovel into your numb hands and does his best evil laugh as he spins on a foot, his tail languishing behind him.

You know what you're supposed to do, because you can't stop yourself - he's Satan and all into mind control and junk. So you take the shovel and start trying to move the white shit from one area to another; and for a minute a brief flicker of hope because you can see the black looking surface under the white shit. You think, my gawd, there is hope for me; and then like a puff of smoke, the black is gone and replaced with a whole new slate of white shit.

Yes, I've found hell. and it's white, and cold, and purposeless, and truly I have stepped over the edge this time.