Lucifer

The bottom of Hell is not fire: it is a frozen lake in four belts, Caina, Antenora, Tolomea and Giudecca, and at the centre, fixed in it up to the chest, stands the one with three faces and six bat’s wings. The wind those wings beat is what freezes the lake, and the three mouths grind Judas, Brutus and Cassius. That is the poem, and it has been known for seven hundred years.

Of the game there is nothing yet. In Capitoli.cs the sixth chapter exists as an entry, with the id ghiaccio and cantos XXXI to XXXIV, but its Scene is an empty string and it has no steps at all: no scene, no director, not one line of world. Everything that can be said about it comes from the project sheet, which says as much at the top of itself.

That sheet fixes one thing for certain, and it is a decision about economy rather than staging: down here nothing more is made, no fire, no counter, no material, and from there on the game counts only what was decided on the nine floors above. How the bottom is staged is not written here, on purpose.