It's 1912, and a group of rail barons have died and are going to Hell. However, looking around it appears the road to Hell is paved in good intentions, and is not yet railed. As such the assortment of barons beseech the byzantine bureaucracy of Beelzebub to industrialize and install a rail system across the nine circle, for to rail is worth ambition. A tale of the excesses of capitalism, in Hell. Also there's trains.
