It is time to bring the meth demon. You chalk up super complex detailed lines over the entire basement floor where many candles burn. You weave and chant and carve glyphs into your flesh. Bleeding sigils, blood charged with a lethal dose of meth. You;ll die is this don't work. You switch feet and whirl with one leg up bend at the knee. You do the hokey Foilie and you turn yourself about. The lights in the basement are getting brighter. Something is forming inside the circle you have drawn as a portal. A man like shape made of pure clear crystal and golden flashing eyes.
"I have have such plans for you my man", The Meth Demon tells you. It extends it's hand. There's a line of the prettiest white powder you have ever seen on his palm. you snort it. Half into each nostril. A taste like chemical heaven! White light is seeping from your pours. Pure energy and pleasure. You feel like you can rip a car apart with your bare hands. You feel god like, unstoppable and so fucking good!
"I have a chore for you," the demon says.....