A most amusing Closed Group thread began with this comment:
Your circle is unfriending you, Dave, because people who believe the sick lies that you believe are not to be trusted. Enjoy your new life of isolation. But that’ll be mild compared to what Beth Anne Burleson just bought herself:
I somehow doubt that Beth has any idea what it’s like to get beaten and nailed to a cross, as appealing as that thought is. She’ll just have to wait until the day she takes her place in the vast sea of fire, alongside the other demons and the souls of the damned, like transparent burning embers, all blackened or burnished bronze, having human forms, floating about in that conflagration, raised into the air by the flames which issue from within themselves, together with great clouds of smoke, and falling back on every side like sparks in huge fires, without weight or equilibrium, amid shrieks and groans of pain and despair.