crossroads

I guess you know the story. For those who don't, here's how it works: you head off to some convenient crossroads when the moon is full. Some bloke turns up, you sign a contract with your blood and bob's your auntie. Flipside is, at some point you end up in a place that's red and hot, the only thing to drink is horseXXXX and the locals carry pitchforks and have a nasty disposition. Thing is, I really want to be rich and famous. Badly. And maybe Queensland is not that bad after all.