Chance, or Jonathan Parker, as his real name was, found himself in unfamiliar territory. It was dark and damp, and the air was hard to breathe. A thick smell of sulfur permeated his nostrls.
"What the fuck, man?! I was just shitposting in the Nobody General on the 4channel Paranormal Board. Why am I here all of a sudden?"
Suddenly he heard footsteps behind him. He turned to look and saw a large demonic figure approaching. Startled, Johathan 'Chance' Parker, held up his hands in a placating, submissive gesture, but the demonic figure was not deterred by his pitiful display of servility.
"Get in the boiling pot!" the figure grunted.
The blood in Jonathan 'Chance' Parker's vein froze, "W-what boiling pot?" he stammered. The figure didn't answer him. Instead it pulled forth a long spear and made to poke him. Jonathan 'Chance' Parker jumped backwards to avoid being impaled, and that's when he felt the searing heat of the boiling pot. He found himself submerged in boiling oil, yet his skin wasn't destroyed even as every nerve cell in his body was sending pain signals to his brain.
"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH" Johathan 'Chance' Parker screamed. He knew then that he had fucked up. He would have to spend the next 500 trillion years being boiled alive.
