Hellraiser: Hellworld

Aah!

I can't believe

this is happening.

I wish I could see his face

just one last time.

I hope you're in a better place,

my friend.

How you holding up, Jake?

I'm just great, Mike.

Aren't we all

just f***ing great?

I feel so much better

now that you guys are here.

What's his problem?

Let it go, Mike.

We're here to pay respect,

remember?

Where's Adam's family?

His mom found him.

I doubt she'll be going

anywhere for a while.

What about his dad?

South America, South Africa.

I can never remember which.

I don't think he's got a dad.

I think he was making it all up.

You all right?

Yeah.

I guess we're the closest thing

he has to family here.

Christ. How many times

do you have to tell a guy?

It's just a stupid game.

Hey.

We were all addicted

to Hellworld, man.

He's right, Mike.

We should've seen this coming.

But we didn't.

We didn't do a damn thing.

We have to live with that now.

Jake.

Jake.

No!

Let go!

Let go!

No!

No!

What's up, Mike?

What?

I paid 100 bucks for this thing

on the Internet.

Didn't it scare you at all?

Mike, Cenobites don't exist.

And even if they did, I never

opened the Lamont Configuration.

Which, as we know,

isn't really real anyway.

You talk the talk pretty good

for someone who's not really

into it anymore.

What are you doing?

Something amazing, Chelse.

Wow.

My curiosity's killing me.

Funny you should ask.

The box. You opened it.

We came.

"Dare to enter hell?"

Now your soul belongs to me.

"You've just been invited

to the fifth annual

secret Hellworld party.

Be at the Leviathan House. "

Leviathan House?

Mike, I'm over it.

We've been through this before.

Oh, what?

So now you're above it all?

You can count me out.

- I have some sights to show you.

- We will.

Please.

You may want to spend

quality time

with the "Hellraiser"

geek brigade.

But Derrick and Allison

would never waste

a perfectly good Friday night

in Hellworld.

The Wall Walker's

right behind you.

I know the Wall Walker is

right behind me.

There you go.

Easy, there, kiddo.

Now go through the door.

I can't believe it! The box!

Oh. Come on.

Open it.

- I'm trying. I'm trying.

- No.

Allison, you're all herky-jerky.

Come here.

You got to finesse it.

Oh, Derrick.

Time to play.

Ooh!

What's your pleasure?

Holy sugar.

We did it!

I'm going to a real, live

secret Hellworld party!

But what about me?

- No guests.

- Welcome to hell.

That's not very fun, is it?

Now move aside.

I can get my own invite.

Okay.

Come to Papa.

I'll tear your soul apart.

Don't tell me

you're going to Hellworld.

Hell, yeah!

Allison, please.

We aren't kids anymore.

Sure you don't want to

check this out?

Hang on, Allison.

Good night, Mike.

I have all eternity

to know your flesh.

- Good night, Mike.

- Come on, Chelse.

- For old times' sake?

- Good night, Mike.

- Website shuts down at midnight.

- Yeah. I'll call.

- Little kiss?

- Good night.

Sorry.

So what if I'm still

into Hellworld?

It's only a party, sweetheart.

That's not the point.

Look, I do find myself bored

and playing it now and again.

But this is like

"Space Voyage" convention crap.

There is a major difference

between Space Voyagers

and Hellraisers.

Hellraisers know how to party.

Reality check. We should've

grown out of this by now.

Reality check.

We're going.

Are you gonna come or not?

Hey, good-lookin'.

About freaking time, boys.

Look at you, sexy.

You like this?

Let me tell you something.

You want to come back here?

Oh, come on, Allison.

At least let me sit up there.

Ohh!

That's gonna leave a bruise.

Yeah, I know.

Oh, leg cramp.

Leg cramp!

Derrick, you're kicking me!

Anybody need a lift?

So, what made you

change your mind?

I just wanted to keep you all

out of trouble.

You've been away from

the Dark Realm awhile.

How'd it feel playing again?

Just like any other

ultraviolent, 24-hour,

wildly popular

yet utterly purposeless,

embraced-by-the-masses,

Internet role-playing game.

All right, Pinhead Junior.

100% mayhem,0% guilt.

Hellraisers, let's play!

Oh, yeah!

A little something from the

Norman Bates School of Design.

This is such a perfect place

for a Hellworld party!

Let's go.

Let's go raise some hell.

Adam would've loved this.

Whoo!

Hang on.

Chelse, are you coming or what?

Yeah, she's coming.

- Oh!

- Come on.

Mike, put me down!

- Mike!

- Whoo-hoo!

Mike!

Oh, my God.

Look at this.

Yeah.

I like this.

This is so rad!

Oh, this is gonna kick "A"!

Whoo-hoo!

I've died and gone to hell!

Gratuitous tit shot.

Necessary tit shot.

Come along, boys.

Don't be antisocial.

Now, that's what I call

a buzz kill.

Hi! Jake!

Didn't expect to see you here.

What the hell is he doing here?

I haven't seen him

since the funeral.

Who has? I'm not surprised

to see him here.

He got us started

in all this crap.

Even Adam.

Jake blames us for Adam's death.

I blame us for Adam's death.

Come on, guys.

It's just a game.

A crazy f***ing Internet game.

It's one thing to play it,

another to live it.

What Adam did was his decision.

End of story.

We're here to have fun, right?

Right?

Jake!

Come on over and join the party.

So, what have you been

up to, Jake?

Trying to forget the past.

Welcome, Hellraisers.

I take it this is your first

time at a Hellworld party.

Invitations.

Outstanding.

May I offer you a drink?

Make yourselves at home.

I have a feeling you're going to

be here for a while.

I'm your host

for the festivities tonight

and perhaps the ultimate

Hellworld fanatic.

Look at this stuff.

You see this?

It's like a "Hellraiser" museum.

I don't think you'll find

a greater collection anywhere.

Who's the pretty kitty?

You're the pretty kitty.

Yes, you are.

Hey, guys.

Five bucks, see your future?

Oh!

This is where the sh*t hits

the fan, guys.

Ooh.

Did you see this?

Mr. LeMarchand himself!

Mmm!

I wear Eau de Cenobite.

Oh.

Oh, God.

Ow.

That stuff stings.

Oh.

- Derrick!

- What?

May I offer you a drink?

It's from my family's

private stock.

A little ritual

for newcomers only.

Here you go.

Guys?

No.

I don't drink.

I'm driving.

Come on.

Let's not insult the dude.

No insult taken.

Bottoms up.

Knock yourselves out.

Mm.

Holy cow.

That is amazing.

Yes.

It's made out of human skin.

There's no texture

quite like it.

Wow.

This place is all skin

and bones. I love it.

I see you all have a fondness

for the macabre.

There's more

where this came from.

I'd like to show it to you.

I'm an authority on Leviathan

House, Philip LeMarchand's

second greatest

architectural achievement.

I assume you already know

his first greatest.

Otherwise, you wouldn't be here

tonight.

I'm getting goose bumps.

Like most great artists

of his time,

LeMarchand found himself

commissioned by the Church

to build a convent.

And for decades, LeMarchand's

palace stood as such.

Then came the convent's final

mother superior, Sister Ursala.

A nun whose vows were shattered

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