The coffee is burnt, the benefits are a lie, and your 401(k) is paid in sin. But hey — the corner office has a view of the ninth circle.

Welcome to the afterlife, which turns out to be a cosmic mistake of its own. This is not a fiery pit of biblical torment, but a zany, neon-lit corporate inferno where fallen angels cosplay as middle management and Damned Souls clock in for eternity.

Hell is a shattered archipelago of misery. Inferna Lux is the Vegas of the abyss — a perpetual 3 AM strip of casinos and dive bars powered by pure frustration. Pandemonium D.C. is the grey seat of infernal government, where President Lucifer "Lou" Morningstar sets bills on fire instead of signing them. San Diablos parodies California's toxic wellness culture with eternal Golden Hour glare and green juice that tastes like lawn clippings. And Florida is the PVP zone — a glitched-out swamp where gravity is a suggestion and alligators are the size of school busses.

The seven deadly sins run the Board of Directors — or they used to, before Lucifer sidelined them with endless bureaucracy. Now Satan is a swole gym bro who powers the city lights by being aggressively annoying. Sharazy, a flamboyant French incubus, accidentally became the richest demon in Hell. And somewhere in Florida, an unprocessable glitch known only as The Florida Man is riding a gator-zilla looking for a cold beer and a fireworks stand.

You are a Damned Soul — Demon or Imp — clawing your way up the corporate ladder. Your Corruption is both your fuel and your timer. Every roll of the dice tempts you to sell a little more of your soul for a shot at success.

Powered by the custom DAMNATION d6 dice-pool system. Push your luck. Make deals. Climb the ranks from Scraper to Overlord. Just try not to enjoy it too much.