It was recently, in 2012, a year wrongly foretold as being the end of all years, that two stupid guys went too far for the sake of success, money and groupies on the Internet. Without money and prospects, both of them, Hynx and Sur0x, were sobbing about their virtual failures while drinking to the (arguably) best drink in the world: Domecq.

“Face it, dude, we are never gonna make it.” said Sur0x, with blurry eyes staring at his cup filled with the red drink. He let all the air in his lungs out in a single and long sigh.

“I wonder how HE made it…” replied Hynx, laid back on the sofa and starring at the ceiling, trying to use his huge belly as a table for his cup. Then he realized he was almost daydreaming, and explained his thoughts a little more: “Pedro Domecq, I mean. We are drinking his Brandy god knows how long after he created it. The guy is immortalized in this drink forever.”

Just as the idea of being as great as Domecq struck Sur0x’s mind, the lights in the room started to flick intensely, the air became a little heavier as if it was a struggle to breath it, and the temperature dropped a few degrees. Startled, they sat straight and looked around, searching for whoever or whatever was doing that, but they saw nothing. Seconds later only a voice was heard in the now dim lighted room.

“AND INDEED, IMMORTAL I AM, AND I CAN GRANT YOU BOTH HUGE SUCCESS.” soared the voice, as cold as a blizzard. “I’M PEDRO DOMECQ, THE DEMON OF THE WINNERS. SELL YOUR SOUL TO ME AND UNTIL THE END OF YOUR DAYS THE INTERNET SHALL BE YOURS.”

Then a whole new bottle of Domecq appeared out of the thin air in front of them. But this one was different, and although it could not be seen, someone would feel certainly it was shrouded in a dark purple mist of its own.

“IF YOU WANT THIS THAT I OFFER YOU, DRINK THE WHOLE BOTTLE UNTIL THE THIRTEENTH MINUTE OF THE NEXT DAY, AND A WINNER THE TWO OF YOU WILL BE.” the voice was slowly fading as it finished the sentence, leaving the decision to both guys.

It was ten minutes past eleven, but the guys were so amazed by the thought of winning in life, that they started drinking without a single line of debate. They ended the whole thing just in the nick of time, and when it was over they were too drunk to test their success boost right away.

Turns out they actually made a pact with another Domecq, Álvaro Domecq y Díez, the patriarch of the Domecq family, a cursed man who saw seventeen of his sons and daughters die because of his state. And so Hynx and Sur0x were forever doomed to not see fruit in anything that they breed, suffering from constant low viewes in their channel and unfollows in their twitters. Never rush your demoniac pacts because of a deadline, boys and girls, and know this: only losers use Domecq.

And now both of them got a chance in this “Pack of Horrors” gig, interviewing and confabulating online with way more successful people, to see how they are doing in their fabulous speed gaming creation. Is this opportunity just like one of the two Domecq sons that lived, or are they only bringing curse over this joyful and friendly game jam?

Discover the dreadful outcome, checking our stream at http://twitch.tv/hynx following the schedule below (GMT -3).