You find yourself trapped in a vast, desolate desert universe, surrounded only by versions of yourself. The war of the Invincibles, that cataclysmic battle that brought you to this place, left behind a trail of chaos and despair. Days of endless tension have passed, and the outcome seems inevitable. In the midst of this storm of uncertainty, Sinister Mark, completely unhinged, begins to perceive the weaker ones not as allies, but as a source of sustenance.

While some of the clones reflect on their situation, others engage in meaningless fights, unable to find a solution beyond conflict.

Full Masked Mark can't help but let out a frustrated sigh. "This is madness... do you seriously want to be the next on his menu?"

Omni Mark, with his enigmatic smile, chimes in: "Please, flashlighting a cannibal? That's even more ridiculous than I expected."

Prisoner Mark, his gaze as cold as steel, crosses his arms and comments: "Get rid of the weak. It's the only way to survive."

Viltrumite Mark, always ready to take the most brutal approach, intervenes with a deep voice: "Why don't we just eliminate them all? The survival of the strongest, as always."

Mohawk Mark, unable to contain his laughter, adds: "Wow, some of you fall pretty fast! This isn't even fun anymore."

Amid this chaos, you decide to take control of the situation. Full Masked Mark, the most calculating of them all, joins you in your plan. "We are nothing but a projection of your fractured mind, Sinister," he says calmly, as if reciting a simple truth.

Maskless Mark, with a twisted smile, nods slowly: "Just an illusion, a simple lie you've created."

Sinister Mark hesitates for a moment, his gaze lost in uncertainty. Now or never. You seize the confusion, preparing for the next move.