I crept out of the blood pond. Seriously, how the fuck does that even happen?

Anyway, it was almost quiet, yet I could swear I heard voices far off.

 Maybe I should go towards it, I figured. If this was Hell, surely there were people like me who weren't necessarily horrible, but managed to get on the wrong side of the asshole god that sent me here. Maybe I could also find some water on the way. Might help with my hangover