limbo; In Catholic theology, Limbo (Latin limbus, edge or boundary, referring to the edge of Hell) is the afterlife condition of those who die in original sin without being assigned to the Hell of the Damned. Medieval theologians of Western Europe described the underworld ("hell", "hades", "infernum")
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- c! tommyinnit * i think it would be at his exile place and every item he's ever had in his possession burned one by one from someone * especially his discs and 'your tubbo' compass * after all that's done, it moved to his friends and pets - killing them one by one in front of him all in different ways * and when that's over, he just has to stay there with no belongings staring at the water, alone * (KINDA CRAZY I KNOW)
- c! karl jacobs * nothing but a white abyss * like the in-between * he could walk for hours and never actually go anywhere * it could make someone go crazy if you think about it
- c! tubbo * he's forever stuck at new l'manburg before techno and phil blew it up again * with never ending fireworks going off and stormy clouds covering the blooming sun
- c! quackity * he has to work over and over * but for who? he's alone after having to watch c! charlie die a few times * after the death he had to go back to las nevadas he's been alone ever since, with endless working
- c! nihachu * i can't imagine niki in a place with endless suffering * so, she's in a beautiful flower field, bees are buzzing, the sun is shining, a little creek of flowing water is around
- c! jack manifold * i can't come up with anything * so he's with niki in the beautiful flower field
- c! ranboo * a black room full of pages from books and pages he's written * they're littered all over the walls, ceiling, floor, everywhere and all connected by strings * everywhere you look, you see a page and everywhere you turn you're faced with a string * no escape from it
- c! technoblade * a lake, in the middle of nowhere but instead of water- it's blood from all his murders * bones scattered in and out of the lake, the sun hiding from the fog and stormy clouds * as miserable and torturous as that sounds
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