This is Sock. He just killed his parents. ...In his sleep. Now of course, most people would be, perhaps, a little shaken after having just accidentally sleep-murdered their parents. But Sock was not most people. See, Sock had been struggling with the overwhelming desire to kill things all his life. You could say he had some mildly homicidal tendencies. No, what made Sock so uneasy... ... was what he's have to do next.

"Well, old friend, I never thought I'd find myself at your business end." He said, looking down and staring at his knife.

"Hmmm... Last words? Eulogy? Ah, I suppose it doesn't really matter. It's not like anyone's listening or watching me right now." He said, before plunging his knife into his stomach and falling backwards into the grave he dug up for himself besides his dead parents.

That was practically all that had happened to him before he died and arrived in hell. What happens next lies in YOUR hands now.