There once was a guy visited by a succubus. Far from being that kind of demon, she offered him a unique chance to visit Hell as a tourist. Very adventurous by nature, he jumped right into the portal. They arrived in a room where giant cauldrons boiled over bonfires. They contained people, where little demons with pikes were sitting on the rim to push anyone who tried to escape back inside. “Who’s in that cauldron?”, the man asked his succubus tour guide. “This one? That’s where liars and cheaters end up”, she explained. “And this one over there”, she continued, “that’s for people who hunt for sport.” Aghast, the man noticed another cauldron, much bigger than the other ones, and devoid of any demons sitting on its rim. Indeed, that one cauldron seemed to self-regulate, people were pulling back in anyone who tried to escape! “And who’s this cauldron for?”, he asked, curious as to who could be so stubborn in their ideology they would rather hurt themselves than rethink their worldview. “Oh, that cauldron”, the succubus mused, “that’s for people who think the order doesn’t apply anymore when another line opens up at the market.” The end.

(Dialog aus dem Spiel “The Messenger”)