[ WP ] You , an idealistic 20-something college student , offer your soul to the Devil in return for world peace . Much to your surprise , the Devil laughs at what he calls your `` selflessness '' , but says that someone has already made that deal . You ask to see how horrible the world was before .

He chuckles quietly. 
 
 `` I could swear you were like the other guy. 23, right? Full of piss and vinegar, and lem me guess you turned on the news, and you thought you could help. Well, I've heard it before. Once, to be precise. So, you wan na see the world how it was before, right? That'll be your soul, if you please.'' 
 
 `` Wait, what? I just want to see it, not anything else.'' You say, perplexed. 
 
 He raises an eyebrow quizzically, `` This is a deal with the Devil, right?'' 
 
 If you were to think over it, you would probably realize that he was completely right and was honestly giving some sage advice. But hey, it'll be fine. They do it in the movies, right? 
 
 `` Does n't matter, I'll find a way out!'' 
 
 You do your best at striking a heroic/brave pose. It is n't quite as imposing as you would have hoped, but it's the thought that counts. 
 
 `` Take me to this forsaken reality!'' 
 
 The Devil rolls his eyes, then places his thumb on your forehead. You start to smell burning flesh, and realize that it's yours. With a yelp, you jump back, and your vision starts to swim. Soon, you black out. 
 
 You wake up, bleary-eyed, and realize that you are sitting in the parking lot of your college. Looking around, nobody appears to be there, and all the lights in the windows of nearby buildings are turned off. It is distinctly eery, and you do n't like it. With a flash of smoke, The Devil appears. 
 
 With a smirk, he says, `` None too pleasant, is it? I can see why the guy did n't like it.'' Almost wistfully, he gazes into the overwhelming emptiness. `` I spent a lot of time here. People killed and slaughtered, and I collected every single soul I could grab with Death's help.'' 
 
 He grins at you. `` You know, it was horribly stupid to come back. Especially with that brand on your forehead.'' 
 
 You frantically pull out a mirror, and look at yourself. On your forehead is a bright red mark of a perfect three pointed spear, a trident. 
 
 You look up to ask what he did to you, but he's gone. 
 
 And coming towards you are the bulky figures of heavily armed soldiers. 
 
 `` Shiiiiit.'' 
 

