The City of Townsville, destroyed. In a city devoid of people, there’s one survivor, you, the narrator! ”Who could be so vile!” You thought. As if heard, a puff of smoke grew in the air above the City. A voice as smooth as silk echoed within, “Ooh my Narrator, harsh words! I prefer the term ‘malevolent’.” The smoke disappeared, exposing HIM. There he sat on a cloud, his chin propped up on his claws. Oh the fear! To be in the presence of, HIM..