I. There is no time here. Everything in Infernus happens during the same nanosecond. Imagine every paper cut, every severed finger, every toothache, every disembowelment, every cold, all happening to everyone at once.
II. In Infernus, no one ever tells the truth. There is no longer a need for truth, or maintaining the truth — for there is no hope here. Everything in Infernus is in an absolute state.
III. Since all the pain of all mankind is shared by all, no real conversations take place. Consequently, no permission is ever asked for anything, and none is ever given by anyone. The strong take what does not belong to them — the souls of others.
IV. All of the mouths of all mankind are opened as far as “inhumanly” possible in a permanent Scream Eternal. All happens here through a veritable sea, a tumultuous wall of sound. Ten billion souls screaming and screaming and screaming.
V. Either you are made to do things by those who outrank you in authority (the only thing that determines strength here) or the words scrape through your brain like a bag of broken glass that sits in your head that someone can shake when they wish. All communication is done in the brain as bursts of hideous migraines. The smallest words sound like hammers.