The Devil Eats Pizza
In another life I wrote a series of over-the-top comedic short stories - imagine a low-brow cartoon novelized by a kid trying to be Douglas Adams - in which Satan and several other Hell-spawned folk traveled an increasingly strange and hostile multiverse together. It's remained high in my heart and is regarded fondly by many friends, but I could never hope to recapture its bottled lightning. As such I've spent a good portion of my free time brainstorming a less surreal reboot, something more in-line with where my creative juices have settled in adulthood. Since its comedy leaned a little visual for prose, my first thought was, "okay, how could I make this thing visually?" My idea was a sitcom in which the well of human belief has run dry, forcing the divine from their homes and bringing them to Earth as regular people. A sort of reverse-isekai that left Satan a balding middle-aged man stuck working at a Mystery Shack-ish tourist trap in Wisconsin ...