[ WP ] You play a game with the Devil . If he wins , he gets your eternal soul , but if you win , you get his .

`` Any game of your choice,'' the Devil chuckled. Since the age of man, the Devil had enjoyed spending time in the mortal realm, trawling for souls to add to his mantle. He had fenced, engaged in a hockey shootout, played an extraordinary number of chess games ( after that damn Seventh Seal movie came out ), and even took to playing some Call of Duty for the soul of a twelve year old boy. 
 
 The boy before him seemed like a pretty easy target: his scrawny physique did n't lend itself to any athletic feats and at such a young age, it was unlikely he was academically gifted in any particular field. `` Any game?'' the boy finally said. 
 
 `` Yes any game of your choosing,'' the Devil sighed. *Come on kid, hurry up, I've got handicapped parking spaces to block and politicians to advise, * he thought. 
 
 `` And are we playing for souls or is that too cliché?'' 
 
 `` Yes, we're playing for souls. You win, and you get the most powerful soul in the universe!'' *Alright second-most powerful, * he added begrudgingly. `` However, if I win, your soul is mine for all eternity, no heaven, no hell, just uninterrupted nothingness for all time.'' 
 
 The boy did n't seem fazed. `` Alright, I've picked my game.'' He spent some time rooting around in his backpack before finally producing a battered white deckbox. 
 
 `` Let's play a little Magic: the Gathering.'' 
 
 `` Magic? The hell is that?'' the Devil inquired. He realized that he had lost his braggadocious composure, so he crossed his arms and attempted a confident smile. 
 
 `` Magic is a strategic trading card game. You do n't seem to have a deck, so I suppose you can borrow mine. The format we are playing is called Modern. We each star-'' 
 
 `` Let's just start, I'll figure it out as we go.'' 
 
 Thirty minutes later, the boy patted the Devil on the shoulder. 
 
 `` It's ok, Devil, you played well. It's hard to beat Storm once it goes off.'' 
 
 The Devil sat still at the Obsidian table he had conjured for them to play on. 
 
 `` I lost.'' 
 
 `` You did, now about my payment.'' 
 
 `` No, you do n't understand, I do n't lose. I *can't* lose.'' 
 
 `` Apparently you can, and you did. Fork over that soul, bud.'' 
 
 And with that, the Devil gave the boy his soul. 

