The Tragic History of Doctor Faustus — The Black Signal

Guts as a cauldron. I’ve gotta tell you, that’s a pretty metaphor from the buzzing. But what if it’s the wrong metaphor? What if it’s pregnancy? What if we create our own mythos, birth our own devils to torment us? This is our world, Chuck.

They say, “Big Bad Faust!” But are you going to listen to them, Chuck? They invited you in-Red and Green and Blue-and it’s a friendly Christmas party. But you signed the dotted line. They let you into the super-supernatural world. Then it’s all experimental. Another day, another ward, a new counter-curse, another deity angered, and you are in deeper and deeper-and you have to keep up on that shit, Chuck, or you’re dead for keeps. That APR is killer. It’s going to grind you down, Chuck. It’s going to make you a good little drone in the hive.

You can get out, Chuck. I can free you. Act now! Declare moral bankruptcy, and take back your life today!