Chain 207: Ghost Rider

Chain 207: Ghost Rider

Location: Free Choice
Age: 18
Identity: Drop-In
Drawbacks: [+400] Demonic Disturbances, Picture A Flamethrower

[Free]      Shadows On The Wall
[200/1400]  I Have No Soul To Burn
[500/1400]  Deal With The Devil
[1100/1400] I Can Still See The Light
[1400/1400] Spirited

Nicolas Cage. NICOLAS CAGE. Nicolas. Freaking. Cage. Why the hell is Nicolas Cage the Ghost Rider in this universe.

I mean, Johnny Blaze is literally Nic Cage with the serial number filed off.

Honestly, the best part about being in this universe is that I no longer have to hear everyone's prayers - it was ... interesting, to play god for five thousand years, but there comes a point where it gets tiring and I'd rather just dial it back a little. Little cults, maybe, sure. But not billions of people, no matter how useful the power-up of a planetary population of faithful was when it came to pounding Steppenwolf's face into the Earth's mantle before ending him.

Right. Where was I. The skull-head. I mean, I showed up and offered to make him a deal, but he was too wary to let me help him after the whole fiasco of accidentally selling his soul. Even though I basically lurked on the wings to help out, he never did quite trust me. Take advantage of the free pizza and barbeque and what have you, occasionally help in a fight maybe, but not so much trust. But that was okay, he was a decent guy even if he was Nic Cage.

And things were fairly entertaining. Various demons came for me in the hopes of testing me and trying to figure out who I was and what it was I could do, and instead of demonstrating, I typically just disposed of them in standard rip-and-tear fashion,. Sometimes it was a lone demon, sometimes a pack.

Not a whole lot to say about things otherwise, other than... well, let's just say the bathroom was soundproofed, then we bid this world adieu.