The space around you seems to warp around you with mysterious alien energy…

The Alien Elder God steps through, his towering form eclipsing the alien-wormhole. The temperature plummets, and your breath turns to frost as you gaze upon the half-skeletal horror that stands before you.

"Foolish mortal, You dare meddle with forces beyond your comprehension? I am Jorge, the architect of realities, the master of narratives. You may call me your doom. I have taken an interest to your world, and it WILL be part of my ever-growing collection of realities soon…”