The room was in utter disarray.

There were cracks on the floor, ceiling, and walls.

The creepy old man was on his knees.

The guards had been squashed into a paste.

Even poor old Ben!

Oh Ben. He'd just adopted a myriad-stars brilliant marshmallow puppy.

An almost disgustingly adorable little creature. Also, completely helpless. Incapable of digesting food without its owner nearby. Unfortunate.

Oh well, such is life.

Anyways, the creepy old man got up, coughed up some blood, and made his way to the orb. He flicked his wrist and it vanished.

The old man shed a tear for his dead guards. A cacophony of screeching sounds could be heard through the walls.

The old man raised a fist to his mouth and coughed. "Right, Gary was it? I need you to leave."

He flicked his wrist a second time, and with that Gary was once again in the middle of the desert.

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Off in the distance a sandstorm of unavoidable death slowly, but surely made its way towards him.

It was over.

Gary had finally completed the long march of life.

There was nothing Gary could possibly do to avert his coming demise.

Running was useless, as he would run out of energy.

He couldn't fight, because he'd somehow made it this far without ever having learned to.

He couldn't cease to be, because existence wasn't something you just opted out of. Except if you die, of course.

And he would, die that is.

Gary is dead.

There's no way for him to dodge this bullet.

He couldn't hope any bullshit like reincarnation would happen for him a second time. He's pretty sure he doesn't have the karma to be reborn as a human again. With all that had happened, Gary is certain that he'll be lucky to be reborn as a newt, or a protozoa.

Yes, Gary was certainly a deplorable human being.

The massive horde of ravenous phase-tunnelers were right on top of him.

He sat down.

He ignored his instincts.

Two Giant pincers cut off Gary's head.

Or they would have, if they hadn't turned to dust mere inches from his throat.

Above him floated a middle-aged looking man in sandals, a bathrobe, wearing a flower crown.

This man had killed every last one of them with a look.

"Yo." Said the man.

"Hi." said Gary

"I'm the Immortal Sunset Emperor. Nice to meet you kid." said the Emperor.

Gary was stunned. The idea that the most powerful man on Timor would come to deal with him sounded ridiculous.

"Are you here because of the revolution?" asked Gary sweat dripping down his face.

"The what? No. You called my son a 'bitch-ass motherfucker.'" air-quoted the Emperor.

Gary gulped. "A ha ha, so I did."

"Ha, yeah that was pretty funny." Said the Emperor

Gary promptly ran as far into the desert as his legs could take h-

The Emperor flicked his wrist, and shoved Gary's face into the sand the moment he thought of escaping. The Emperor then levitated him up to his face, and spritzed him with water.

"No! Bad abomination. No trying to run away." admonished the Emperor.

Gary cringed. "What?"

"Right, so I'm here because I need you to get off my planet." the Emperor stated.

"Wait what?" screeched Gary.

"See, you're an abomination. Normally you either die young, or get turned into a fine mist by me. As fun as that is, I've unfortunately been told that might cause you to explode." replied the Emperor.

"I'm going to explode!?" Gary yelled.

"Yep!" beamed the Emperor.

"Yeet!" He yelled as he bubbled Gary, and tossed him into the sea of stars.