"Good morning everything," I smile, wearing my red suit and adjusting my black tie, "uhhhh... I..."

The cameraman nods as if telling me to get on with it.

"Fuck it," I clench my fist, "my name is Shelby Quincy. I, like many of you in the first circle in Hell, don't belong here. All of us, damned because of... one mistake? An accident for some. Maybe victims of circumstance for others. Many of us are aware of the man who damned us here. The man named..."

I take out a photo of the old, bald bastard and stab it with a knife, "Johnson Fleming."

"We were all killed by his followers," I proceed, "using enchanted weapons to damn our souls to this place but I say we leave and fight back."

I take out a wooden cross, causing the cameraman to hiss as my pale white flesh burns on contact with the holy item, "I've always been religious, even after my soul was twisted by Fleming. He says that it's family business that our parents beat us, abused us, and damned us when we fought back, but I say we are going to show them one Hell of a time. I've been praying since I got here, and I know many of you have given up on that, but, I did get an answer. We can go to Heaven where we belong if we work for it. We can get even with him. I intend to run a gateway to the mortal world, and to prove it works, I will be entering it live. Now, it's not as easy as go to the mortal world, kill ourselves, and go to Heaven. No that would be to good. We have to find and break the weapons that damned us. Then, smoothing sailing in the clouds. Now..."

I activate the machine, the room being filled with a blinding, holy light that flakes my skin away, "I'm going in with this camera." I attach a go pro camera to my head, "and I'm going to show all of you we can fix this."

I take the knife, "and Fleming is going to know true Hell..."