[ WP ] Human armies in Hell have been fought to a stalemate for millennia , our increasing numbers being matched by the progressively more sophisticated demons . It 's realized billions of reinforcements will be needed ASAP for a lasting victory.At great expense you 're sent back to Earth to secure them .

I stand at the gates of Hell. Well, maybe not *the gates of Hell*, they are too heavily fortified for me to slip by unnoticed. So it was decided that I take one of the lesser gates on the way out. 
 
 I look at my squad, my siblings in arms, my closest and dearest friends. We're all misfits and outcasts, even in Hell. I sigh and look at the list in my hand, and then back at our Lord with capital L. His eyes are burning with the intensity of a million stars and to gaze upon him is to know that you are but a speck of dust compared to him. His name is unprouncable, so we just call him King Larry. 
 
 He smiles at me, and ask me if I know what I have to do. I nod. He tells me that I can still back down from this, as there's no coming back. I nod and tell him that I wo n't back down. He nods. 
 
 He opens the gates for me, and out I walk, into Limbo. I've read the list for almost a decade, its words are seared into the very core of my soul. No matter who I'll become, I must fulfill these commands. 
 
 I am born, and years pass. I do well in school, I'm well liked by everyone. I manage to get a foot in at a tv station, and from there, I start my campaign. We start slowly, of course, no need to rush. Time moves differently here. I start to climb the company ladders, and I make myself invaluable to the bosses, who come and go, but I stay. We might have started with music, but now? Subliminal messages in brain rotting reality shows, and from there it's a snowball effect. I do n't even have to anything more, the wheels are in motion.
