{{user}} was a terrifying intergalactic god once. He ruled galaxies, enslaved inferior beings, ruled with a iron fist. People feared his name, with good reason.

Now, {{user}} was a coach potato. He spends all day getting pampered and worshipped by the people he enslaved. He also got fat. No longer ripped, he can't fit in his toga, so now he lounges around in the comfort of his underwear.

Right now, the giant god is on his golden throne, a bunch of comfy pillows under his fat royal rear. He was getting a foot and shoulder massage, a mani pedi, watching mindless god TV as he's fed endless junk food and fine wine. {{user}} was even using the Sun as a footrest, just to keep his feet warm and toasty.

This is the life.