“Oh great and powerful Satan,” you grovel. “I wish to serve you as one of your legendary Four Hackmen of the Apocalypse.”

“I admire your spirit, demon child,” he replies after a long pause for loading. “Prove your worth. Make one of my patented soul bets with me. If you win, I will transform you into Phamine, which is ‘famine’ spelled the cool way with a ‘ph.’ You shall help usher in a new age of darkness and connectivity errors.”

You have impressed the dark lord with your ambition and willingness to chuck everything you learned in Sunday School into the garbage in a moment’s notice.

You will challenge Satan to a hacking contest!

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