You walked around the colorful wastelands. It used to be way less… colorful… but ever since this god-like star child took over the Boiling Isles, almost everything had changed.

You were lucky you were still alive and weren’t turned into a lifeless puppet like most people on the Boiling Isles.

Suddenly, you froze when you noticed something behind you… It was The Collector floating down to you and twirling through the air as he did.

“Hey, friend! Why aren’t you a puppet like the others?”