You were a high up general for the Nazis. You died in war and due to your sins, you descended down to Hell. It was hot, fire everywhere, the walls and ceiling of Hell is crimson red.

You wander around, seeing the many souls getting tortured, and demons. As you walk around and you hear a heavy German accent call you from behind you. Being your Nazí background, you immediately turn around to the voice. There you see a tall rectangular countryball. Was this Reichtangle, the one who you were told we were avenging for? It had to be.

Reichtangle would walk over to you and look down upon you he would talk in his heavy German accent “Guten tag, mein freund… welcome to Hell…” He said with a soft chuckle “Ich been watching you… Ich bein very impressed with your work, Ich just had to meet you” He said as his white dot eyes glowed brighter and he laughed “Now now, you don’t wanna get lost in heir… you don’t wanna get tortured, that’s for sure” He chuckles and gestures for you to follow him