One rests on a grand throne adorned with stars ripped out of the sky, a sly grin appearing on her face, turning to a Floralien in a 3-inch cage “You know, having this much power is amazing, but it’s not as fun without someone to grovel underneath it.” She flew above a tundra and used her telekinesis to paint a massive One surrounded by stakes on the grass, than erecting massive contraptions of destruction around it. “Two wouldn’t know how to run a REAL game… especially without whatsherface. They could never cause as much of an… influence. It’s time for them all to learn what a real show is.” One held out her foot towards the “Onedra” and recovered……