The Hell Hotel has as one of its unadvertised features the actual throne of Satan. He is not in it much, he is always on the go, it seems. Most of the guests never even get to see it, you have to be willing to wander and explore the property to an extent a lot of the guests find unwarranted, for one reason or another, most of them having to do with peace of mind. The Hell Hotel is not scary, exactly, so much as it is relentless. It has a resonating almost delightful - if you are that kind of person - sort of exuberant futility. It is like DOOM but with better rendering pixels. Also, unlike DOOM, things do not appear from around corners and shoot you to death. Those who grew up with DOOM will recall that DOOM is not so much depressing as it is persistent in its own determination to put you somewhere where you don't belong whereas the things that do belong there are quite content to be there. Maybe not happy to be there, but who can discern the anatomy of emotions of folks and non-folks born and raised in hell. To them it's home. To you?.....well, what can I say, it's Hell.
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