They will make a game where you have sex with the woman with soulless eyes. Then she will turn on you and chase you naked through the forrest of Nightmareland, across the Sea of Glass, and into the Fjords of Ennui... unless you can find the Bonosquatch, steal it’s essence, and defeat her.

And a thousand voices cried out in unison, the same but different all the same. “Cum on my face to unleash the hellscape that is Lucifer’s reign!” they beckoned, demanded, pleaded. All at once, deafening. I complied. I came. So will he.