You wake up, gasping for air, clutching your chest. A sweltering heat surrounds you, and everything looks red. Looking up at the sky, you see a massive glowing pentagram overhead. Yup. This was hell. You died.
You still remember it so clearly. You were walking downtown when you happened to run into your ‘friend’ Chris, or should I say they ran into you. They were sprinting around the corner, police sirens in the distance, when they collided right into you. Quickly, they shoved a gun into your hands and ran away without explaining. Before you realized what was going on, 2 police officers ran around the corner, and saw you holding the gun. Raising the gun, you pulled the trigger... click. That son of a bitch. Not only was he cold hearted enough to frame you for his crime, but he didn’t even bother to give you a loaded gun. The last thing you remember is getting shot in the chest and passing out.
You finally stand up and look around. Hell looks a whole lot different than you imagined. You thought hell would be a big torture dungeon with chains and fire with the walls made of flesh. Instead, you find yourself in a city, and a really big city at that. There are vending machines that sell drugs, strip clubs on every corner, and demons on their daily commute. However, all you had to do was step a little closer to realize that everything was just a little too big. Doors were so big that it was easier to crawl under than to reach the handle, a discarded newspaper on the ground was as big as a football field, and everyone else could easily step on you like a bug without even noticing. Perhaps it wasn’t the city that was big, you were starting to realize you were just really small.
As unfortunate as it was, it made sense really. The more bad you were in life, the more powerful of a demon you became in death, and you really weren’t that bad of a guy. You never did drugs, never broke the rules, I guess you did try to shoot that cop right at then end there... dammit, not only is it Chris’ fault that you’re dead, it’s his fault that you’re in hell too! Oh, how you wish you could get back at him for what he did to you...
As if on cue, you round the corner out of your alleyway to see a giant billboard. “Do you wish you could get back at someone for what they did to you? Look no further than I.M.P.!” Well that was timely. The billboard had a large neon arrow pointing to the building just next door. With a smirk on your face, you make your way down the sidewalk, hugging the wall to avoid getting trampled.
When you finally get to the right building, you find that the crack beneath the door is too small for you to squeeze under. However, to your luck, someone appears to be coming. A grey and white female hellhound type person, maybe? Either way, they’re coming inside, and they seem to be distracted with their phone at the moment, so this may be your opportunity to get inside. Do you...
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