Memoirs Of The Condemned

She-Devil steps in, I am on chat with sum friend, and she of course is not aware whom. I am completely unaware as it was in the real sense her sneaking up on me. Well it takes Dim-Wit (me) a few minutes to register that the chat box was still showing, while I proceeded to have a conversation with the She-Devil. She lists the meetings scheduled with the respective departments, for today and then proceeds to say that she would like to have a separate meeting with the desk...sole purpose how come we have access to chat and we are currently using it. This of course is done with the fiery stare directed at me. The other darling (the she devil's right hand - her protégée) did however notice the mother figure sneak up, so of course chat box rapidly disappeared. Moral of the story, the rest of the population at The Company are all chatting simultaneously but alas just 1 soul will now fall into the blistering pit, as the She-Devil would rather have us not use the internet for purposes other than those she deems worthy.

Second moral of the story: WHY ME?

The condemnation (meeting) is yet to take place. Hell House Magazine shall keep its readers posted on what the verdict is after the hearing takes place.