Problems abound, of course, provoking Johannes’ anger and frustration. Assisted by his necrotic and neurotic brother Horst, and despite being warned that Satan only bets on a sure thing, Johannes “borrows” the devil’s Carnival of Discord (“dedicated to taking the souls of the unwary”) and begins a merry romp over a strange landscape. It turns out that hell is perhaps bureaucracy run amok, because each putative condemned soul (aka “damnee”) needs to sign a Voluntary Damnation Form. Because this ratio seems favorable to the devil, he agrees to the new bargain. At the very gates of hell, facing a damnable stack of forms to fill out, Cabal strikes yet another deal with the devil: He’s off the hook if he can get 100 souls to sign on the dotted line and turn themselves over to Satan within a year. But wait a minute-you know how these things work.
Now his time is up, and Satan would like to reclaim his own. Years ago Johannes Cabal sold his soul to the devil in exchange for becoming a necromancer, hence acquiring the ability to raise the dead. Ham-fisted debut tries to get laughs from damnation.
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