It was a calm day in a small South American jungle village, the sun had just come up and the morning dew was still visible on the leaves. All was right in the world, until one of the villagers noticed a faint roaring sound that was rapidly growing louder, then the ground started to shake. As the noise got louder the villager turned towards the small main road to see a truck fly past followed by an old Soviet T-54 tank.

Jack was not having a good day, but as a professional mercenary, most of his days weren't great to begin with. As he maneuvered the beat up 4x4 down the narrow jungle path he muttered to himself " when I took this contract, nobody told me these fucking drug lords had a tank."

Jack turned in his seat to look at his pursuer. Sweat started to bead on his forehead as he realized that the steel beast was easily keeping up. Jack was forced to stick to the small and winding road while the tank was making its own road, mowing down trees, and anything else that got in its way

Jack turned back to look at the road and nearly jumped for joy as he saw a real road ahead. "If I make it out of this alive I'm never getting involved in these drug wars again" he said to himself

As he neared the road however, his hope died as he looked in the rear view and saw the top hatch open on the tank. A man popped out of the small hatch and loaded the machine gun on the turret. The weapon began to spew bullets. Jack ducked as hot lead tore through the cabin, shattering the rear window and raining glass on him. He was almost to the road when a bullet hit his front left tire causing him to lose control of the truck.

As the truck careened into the trees jack contemplated his life, he was a terrible person, he thought back to all the people he had killed just for a paycheck but try as he might jack could not feel remorse because the truth is, he loved it. The thrill of the kill was all that kept jack in his line of work. He loved causing chaos, assassinating political leaders, and toppling governments. But his daydream was abruptly ended when the truck hit a tree.

"Agh, I feel like hammered shit", jack muttered as he came to. As he tried to move he discovered that his right arm was pinned under the bent steering column. He heard laughing and looked to his left to see the cartel boss standing a few feet away. "Well it looks like the famous jack Belinski just ran out of luck", the man chuckled. Suddenly his face turned serious and he stared at Jack." I'm going to show you what happens to those who cross me" he said. Then he stepped back from Jack's car and signaled to the men inside the tank.

The turret turned to face jack and as he realized that he was about to die jack put on a maniacal smile and presented his middle finger as he uttered the phrase "see ya in hell".

Then the cannon roared and everything went black.

As jack woke from his second bout with unconsciousness that day he got a very bad feeling "South America is a lot more red and fiery than I remember" Jack mumbled. Then the realization hit him and he threw his arms up."Aw shit I'm in hell aren't I ?" Jack said.

"Ding,Ding,Ding, we have a winner", he heard a voice say behind him. As Jack wheeled around he saw the source of the voice, it was a middle aged white man in a dark pinstripe suit. The man was about six and a half feet tall, rail thin, and seemed to emanate pure evil. "Who the hell are you?", Jack cried. "My boy I'm evil incarnate,I am the devil"said the figure. "You certainly don't look the part" Jack quipped. " Oh really?" The man responded.

The man snapped his fingers and pain coursed through jacks body. Jack fell to the ground and rolled about trying to cope with the torment. "OK OK I believe you!", Jack yelled in agony. "very good" the devil responded snapping his fingers again. Once the pain subsided Jack got to his feet shakily, and looked at the devil, "what do you want from me?"he asked. The devil smiled in response." I want you to do what you do best, cause chaos". "Well it's kind of hard to cause much more chaos in a place that's covered in fire and is full of never ending pain." Jack pointed out.

"Not here you fool!" Roared the devil, I am going to send you to a place that is far too happy and peaceful for my liking. "Disneyland?"Jack asked. "NO not Disneyland " the devil yelled in exasperation. "Here I'll just show you." As he said it, he conjured a ball of energy in his hand and a picture became visible in the ball.

As he looked at the image Jack saw tall buildings and a beautiful city. "What is that" Jack asked. The devil gave a sinister smile and said, " that is the city of zootopia.