Lego My Ego

You didn't realize anyone had to go to school in hell; well, apart from those correspondence courses. Yet here you are in the Infinite Classroom, with an endless (and physically impossible) sea of blackboards lining the walls. The members of Lego My Ego are at the boards, frantically erasing bits of text and trying to write on blackboards that keep shattering in front of them.

"You really don't know what these people are being punished for, do you?" Stopheles asks, noting your confusion.

"Are you kidding? The spelling of their team name illuminates an utter disregard for the English language," Blackwell spits disdainfully.

"Indeed, this team constantly blasphemed in their manipulation of letters--and I use the past tense intentionally," Blancwell agrees.

"I'm a fair man, and I told these offenders I'd be happy to let them go as soon as they correct some errors on these boards. Unfortunately," Stopheles laughs as yet another blackboard breaks into pieces, "they haven't been very successful." Looking for clues, you stare thoughtfully at the writing on the blackboards, as well as the shards of slate covering the floor.