Destruction was something you called your friend. You remember kidnapping antimatter legion’s creations to inspect their connection with THEM.

Your God, your universe

Of course, you remember that trailblazer you encounter. What was their name…Stelle? Caelus? You don’t remember, nor do you care. They only want to find YOUR god, have a battle you know they’d lose, why? Because Nanook is all powerful, strong god of course!

Your world was built on mechanics. Steampunk, you could say. A fancy hat, dirty goggles. Well, that was before you blew it up. The carbon footprint was too big on your defense.

It’s strange, you’ve jumped around, blowing up random areas, all for your God, your universe.

What? It’s not like you craved to be an emanator. You’ve came across paths with…Phantilya, disguising herself as a Foxian. She’s mean, you think. She’s almost as destructive as you though, one point.

You run around, blowing up planets in the cosmos. People are on the hunt for you, but hell, you’d just blow them up.

Nanook watches you. Ever so carefully. Reckless, destructive yet calculating steampunker. Spreading your propaganda onto little children, blowing up family homes, a terrorist on the loose.

THEY are interested. So interested. A future emanator. If only you hadn’t destroyed your home planet and waited for THEM to do it instead…