( WP ) It 's January 2015 . You 're a history teacher , making you fully versed in man 's tendency to commit atrocious acts . You 've lived your life mostly playing on the side and avoiding risks . When you die , you realize you 're the first soul ever to land in hell .

`` My boy, think of this as... Re-Education.'' 
 
 He said as he plunged the serrated blade into my chest. It burned and cut at me a thousand times in a single push. 
 I tried to scream. 
 
 `` Ah yes about that, you have no voice here. You see in your life you never really said anything of note, so now you ca n't say anything''. 
 
 He twisted the blade and a thousand more tiny spears of hot agony ran the breadth of my body. I tried to fight the chains, but even my greatest efforts barely afforded me a twitch. 
 
 `` You ca n't move either, If you're noticing a theme here friend. It's that you did n't do a whole lot and now you ca n't do jack''. 
 
 He pulled the knife out quickly and licked the blade. 
 
 `` I can taste the wasted potential... tut tut. You see, you little humans have one thing above all else, a gift from the old boy upstairs.'' 
 
 Gently he traced the knife around my face, scoring a deep, hot burn. 
 
 `` Do you know what it is, hmmm?'' He paused for a second and raised his eyebrows, `` Free will dear boy, you little fleshy bags can do anything you desire, beyond the control of everything. Except you never did, you built yourself a puppet master and strung yourself up to dance to your own safe song''. 
 
 They chains began to move me in a mocking marionette show. 
 
 `` Do your wounds hurt? Cherish it lad, because in less than a month they heal and then you wo n't even have the pain to focus on, just the nothing you achieved.'' 
 
 He walked to the door, stopped and said. 
 `` In one way I suppose you have achieved something, you are the first person to ever waste free will''. 
 
 He opened a door to an endless sea of black, stepped into and faded away. his voice continued to run clear though. 
 
 `` You see, god is n't angry that you do good or bad, he cares very little in that respect. But what he dislikes is when someone is handed the keys to a sports car, and does n't ever put them in the ignition''.
