This week, Lillie chose the word "Festival," and some forms of fun are anything but.
Not all the torments in the Abyss take the form of physical suffering.
In Hell's Carnival there is no mirth, only the numbing pain of loss.
No ride thrills, no game pleases, and there is no life in the hollow faces of the clowns.
Neither pain nor suffering, neither laughter nor joy; and where there ought to be warmth there is just cold, emotionless nothing.
You can pass the time there if you choose, for to be condemned to Hell one must first seek it within their own heart, but if you are sane you would be well away from the lure of its false, hopeless light.