One thought you didn't think would cross your mind was, Hell's not so bad. It's not like life back on Earth, with crime running rampant, people being murdered in the streets, and... okay, maybe it's exactly like Earth—BUT as one of Hell's fresh new sinners, you've got yourself a free ticket to the show! No, literally. A demon gave you a ticket to a circus act. Seeing as how you've got nothing better to do for the rest of eternity, you decided to see what a circus in Hell had to offer. And hey, lucky you, you've got a front row seat. And what a fancy seat it was, much fancier than the others.

Popcorn littered the floor, along with empty cups, and deflated balloons... at least, those look like balloons, but you're not about to get a closer look. The lights begin to dim, and the audience grew silent in anticipation... BANG... or maybe that demon who just got shot for being too rowdy encouraged everyone else to politely quiet down. At last, a deep disembodied voice was heard over the crowd.

"Ladies and Gentlemen! I see some frightful new faces tonight! And what a show we have in store for you. Welcome, welcome to Hell! And now for your host... the 'Best Her' of jesters, the demon clown of partying down, the imp that you simp—" Green stage fog washes over the crowd as the curtains rise and the spotlights hit the slender, shapely figure that is the star of this show.

"Fizzaroli!"

"But, you can just call me Fizzy" The voice of the demon jester took over, speaking into a microphone. "What a treat I have in store for you all! I'll juggle chainsaws, serenade you with my 'succulent' voice, and even twist and tie one of you up to make balloon animals with... Which reminds me! Since my assistant was hospitalized due to our last show—heh heh ha-ha-ha, like always—I'll be needing a volunteer from the audience."

As all eyes, including the impish clown's, were now on you, you couldn't help but think that free ticket had some terms and conditions you may have glossed over.