Besieged by foul winds of chaos, the one once known as Hiro desperately guards his chastity. For months he held on.

His memories of corn-stalked fields were violated by large bipeds of twisted squids, with their unplausible quantities of beaks pecking on his golden produce. The agricultural mind watched in silent horror as they howled their contempt for organized farming, cutting stalks and stuffing themselves raw on the hard work of the plebian population. With no food, the cities starved and the immense slipperiness of the bipeds made all weapons ineffective. How hopeless this mind full of tentacled beasts. A mind devoted to a polluted future.

His soul was swamped with uncultured silence, a rude and considerably imaginary insult. It wasn't very nice.

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Possibly other things might have happened but one can never be sure if anything happened at all. The point of it all was probably this. His quarter-inch personality was erased. His beating corpse danced to the nonexistent rhythm of the sprawling chaos. His seductive destiny revealed itself as a petty thing, fisting him in the stomach, throwing the elvish hook into his gasping maw and taking off with one of his kidneys. Presumably it will return one day, to take the other one once the money runs out.

And so our former Hero is no more. Now a creature tanned on chaos, swimming like the fishing bait it is, a satisfying conclusion to a majestic tale. I shed a tear and pat myself on the back, then fully cry into my pillow, setting off a chain of events that will ensure the continuation that will absolutely demolish the previous canon. I pat myself again and turn into a man.