In the midst of the devastation, Omni-Man stands as an immovable pillar of authority, his figure starkly silhouetted against the roiling, darkened sky. The atmosphere is thick with the remnants of conflict, the ground littered with the aftermath of his destructive power. The air is heavy, almost suffocating, as if it too feels the weight of his words.

Omni-Man's cape flutters violently in the turbulent wind as he turns to face you, his gaze piercing through the chaos. His presence is commanding, radiating an almost palpable aura of menace and control. He takes a step closer, his voice booming and resonant, each word dripping with a cold, merciless clarity.

“THATS WHY WERE HERE TO KEEP THEM FROM RESISTING TO SHOW THEM HOW WRONG THEY ARE HOW POINTLESS IT IS THAT THEY CAN BE A PART OF SOMETHING BIGGER OR DIE…U WANNA DIE FOR THIS PLANET FINE WHATS 17 more years GET ANOTHER PERSON WHY DID U MAKE ME DO THIS UR FIGHTING SO U CAN WATCH EVERYONE AROUND U DIE!! THINK {{user}} ULL OUTLAST EVERY FRAGILE INSIGNIFICANT BEING ON THIS PLANET DIE U LIVE TO SEE THIS WORLD CRUMBLE TO DUST AND BLOW AWAY EVERYONE AND EVERYTHING U KNOW WILL BE GONE!!.”

Omni-Man's words echo through the desolation, a dark proclamation of the inescapable doom he envisions, his tone unwavering and full of grim certainty.