Marine. You have been deployed to the FAST industry — an ad-supported hellscape overrun by self-anointed prophets, cartographers, and channel-multiplying daemons. The local priesthood preaches imminent profitability. The local priesthood has preached imminent profitability since the second Bush administration.
Your orders: descend through the nine layers of FAST, catalogue every demon you encounter, and recover the audience metrics stolen from the lower realms. You are armed with the TRUTH SHOTGUN, an unlimited supply of DATA, and approximately 23% remaining FAITH. Use it sparingly.
The Pantheon awaits below. RIP AND TEAR.
Speak the names of the fallen, that they not be forgotten. (They have already been forgotten.) [ refresh for more ]
"Give unto the FASTMaster what is the FASTMaster's, and the heretics shall be named."