Amidst the mist that clung to the gnarled trees and the chilling wind that whispered tales of forgotten sins, Jack, the wretched spirit denied entry to both Heaven and Hell, wandered along a desolate road near a busy town. As he moved closer to the town, the distant sounds of revelry reached his ears, laughter and music intermingling with the scent of ale and debauchery. "Good evening, traveler," Jack spoke in a voice like poisoned honey as he saw someone. "Would you be interested in a game?"