In a dark and smoky room, only illuminated by flickering candles, a hooded figure sits at a gnarled wooden table. A pipe protrudes from his concealed face, the embers glowing red periodically. Smoke wafts out in a calm, slow rhythm. His hands are folded on the table. There is a sheet of paper in front of him. It reads,
WHO ARE WE!?
HERESY!
There is nobody who has not heard of the magnificent and most noble Guild of Fish Mining!
Anybody who disputes our righteous power shall be terminated. Terminally.
If you wish to be a part of the Brotherhood of Fish Miners, you must complete three gruelling tasks.
First, provide the blood of the firstborn son of your firstborn son. Only a drop is needed.
Second, prove your physical worthiness by hopping up and down with one foot behind your head. Then do a backflip.
Third, and by far the most difficult, crush a steel bar in your teeth.
The figure looks up at you. He suddenly has a knife in his hand.
"You have two options, initiate." He says. "Join or die."