*An image appears in your head, you see yourself and fly though the ceiling at a fast speed. You see this rotting world, you then see other worlds in the same state of decay. The amount of worlds that have fallen for the decay is countless and you see the decay spreading. You see your world as the decay has taken over and the last of your kind slowly die a painful death.
The image fades away and a voice in your head: Do you still think its a game? My powers are limitless, so are my armies. Your species is weak and does not deserve to live. I however take it to higher glory and perfection. I can not be stopped and your world is dead. Now do your friends a favor and be their food.
A door opens, you see your old friends, you can see they are undead
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