It wasn't God, and it wasn't Murphy. It was some elf of fertility that hit him with the truck this time. Costan was angry, and rightly so.
He covered himself in hellfire and started walking, very slowly, towards her. He got very close, but she refused to back down and stood her ground. She knew well what that light consuming fire would do to her, even though she was a goddess.
Murphy grabbed her and yanked her out of the way like a cartoon curtain call just in time. Her head narrowly avoided the black flames of Costan's fist that shot towards her face like a bullet. She was fully intending to just stand there, even with the proclamation of "I Cast FIST". She expected her status as a goddess to deter him or something.
There was a lot of discussion between her, God, Murphy, and Jesus about what she did and why, while trying to play divine keep away. She concluded that what she did was indeed a bad thing. Costan was pissed. They, many of the other gods of that world's pantheon having joined in, collectively had to nerf him. Jesus did not approve.
Costan was far more angry after they blocked his powers with age seals and turned him into an infant. He dug his, now way sharper, baby talons into the first one to try and grab him. The god of war was ecstatic about the fighting spirit of Costan and stuck him with the mark of war on his left pectoral. The other gods got jealous, even as Costan was drawing blood from Herculean.
Fertily, the goddess of fertility that collected Costan, was upset with Herculean. Her anger had to wait. Darkor snuck up beside Herculean and slapped his mark on Costan's ass, hiding it poorly as trying to help Herculean to not drop the enraged infant. The marks hurt like someone was branding his soul with a hot iron.
All but three, of the thirty seven gods, put a mark on Costan. Herculean was lucky that Nekogians were only born with claws instead of teeth, he would have been missing fingers. They weren't able to seal everything, but they got the most outrageous seeming powers. Nobody bothered to tell them about the bottomless pockets though.
Nobody mentioned the kleptomania, either. They did mention the mental issues, the more pressing ones, that is. The pantheon didn't seem to mind. Costan's barely conquered kleptomania led to the theft of Herculean's axe, Darkor's wand, Fertily's keys, and some other easily misplaced items. Jesus saw that, but turned the other cheek because they weren't the one just God.
They really did Costan dirty, so Jesus wasn't saying anything, also them and their problems weren't his concern. Costan did some weird stuff as Kaz, but it was within the bounds of reality and didn't do anything on or to Earth. Nobody cared about his meddling in the timeline of a different universe or cloning stuff from Earth to recreate infinitely in his extra spaces.
Elsewhere, in a time long, long ago; there was a dead planet. Before the planet was dead, before the Smarcions got uppity, something went missing. That something was labeled as an ancient bridge pilon. It was actually a chunk of the World Tree, that Nihil took and made into a weapon. A simple large steak, that he drove into his own beating heart.
Nobody noticed that an unassuming crate in a rarely visited warehouse went missing. Nobody knew what the thing inside it really was to begin with. Costan's children, the AI warships, knew. He told them, and they took it. They made it sprout and begin to grow.
The ships followed the instructions and concocted something to get rid of that pesky virus. It killed everything, plant and animals alike, and they had a cure. They just had to wait until the world was fully dead and for the Smarcions and Shtukas to clear out.
They waited for hundreds of years for the Smarcions to pack up their last watch post, it was a stealthy little thing, but not so much against an armada of ships captained by hyper intelligent AI super computers fueled by undying reactors with the ability to see through space and time. The Smarcions left a tattle tail device on the planet. It was the size of a small rock, and looked like one.
For it's stealthy design, the device sampled it's surroundings, slowly moving around the surface of the planet. It also worked as a paired quark transceiver, which the AI had cracked as soon as it came online. They gave it as long as it took a certain asteroid to meander it's way in. They had altered it's path with a piece of space debris so that it would strike the tattle tail and cover for the release of the antivirus.
Operation Mister Clean was a go after the six hundred slow years that it took the asteroid to impact Snok from outside the system. They perfectly timed the antivirus release as the space rock breached the atmosphere, giving the illusion that it was formed from the vaporization of the elements of the asteroid. They also snuck a cutting of the world tree into the meteorite once it cooled.
It was the hoax of the Eon, and the Smarcions believed it, when they finally came to investigate. The investigation was guaranteed to happen after the tattle tail stopped working, but the Smarcions weren't in a big hurry to investigate a dead planet with a dormant super virus on it. They also had other problems to deal with.
The Smarcions were still trying to figure out a cure for the genetically corrupting "cradle plague". They ended up putting all of the infected children into stasis aboard massive plague ships and setting them on a preplanned coarse for future resolution. They lost some of the ships before they found a cure, but that's not a topic for now.
The Smarcions didn't even land on the planet. They checked the last known location of the tattle tail and compared it to the massive crater on the planet. The foliage was a surprise for them. They had a robot go down and analyze it.
Turned out that the virus died out and the ecosystem was recovering or re-evolving. The Smarcions were interested in what happened to cause it, so they got clearance for the modification of a FTL ship sensor bank. They were shocked when they realized that the asteroid's vapor killed the virus, impact destroyed the tattle tail, and somehow cause the evolution of plants.
They knew that the three hundred years since the tattle tail stopped responding was unnervingly short for such things. They, being so long lived, also had a bad feeling about it. Once is happenstance, twice is a coincidence, but three times is purposeful action. The Smarcions decided on a randomized flyby observation schedule for the world, just to be safe.
The robot was retrieved so as not to tip off anyone hoping to colonize the planet. They wanted them caught in the act. While the Nekogians were classified as an absolute enemy, the punishment wasn't supposed to be extinction, but there were many that preferred them that way.
The AI warships had just entered an evolutionary cold war with the Smarcions. The world tree was getting ready to put on pods, like it had done many thousands of millennia ago. They seeded the planet with cloned flora and fauna, then waited for the world tree to deliver the first immortal Nekogian.
Shetieve was the first. Then there was twins, Emish and Turnunder. The last pod never opened. The AI warships knew exactly why, it was because the soul of Nihil, also known as Costan, the great inventor, was in use.
The Smarcions eventually did a fly by scan and realized that the Nekogians were back in very few numbers. There were many very long debates and theories about it. Some assumed that the universe was screwing around while most had the theory of a zero dawn conspiracy.
They were right about the extinction plan, but it was not planned by the Nekogians at all and they truly went extinct. By the time they were done debating, the Nekogians had three generations after the immortals and truly had their things in order. The Nekogians were pissed, the immortals remembered everything, and the AI warships sending them all of the gathered intelligence about who did what and how encouraged them to become extremely militaristic.
The Shtukas had received word from the Smarcions that the Nekogians were alive again. They panicked because they had sent a colony ship that way and immediately sent their far faster battleships to back it up. The Nekogians sent all of the evidence to the Smarcions and engaged the Shtukas.
The Smarcions didn't believe it and allied with the Shtukas. The Nekogians had considerable losses, but wiped out the Shtuka forces, even the colony ship had no survivors. The Smarcions eventually considered it an act of war against an allied species.
The Smarcions showed up afterwards and engaged the Nekogians, but they fought until the planet itself broke, then kept fighting, right up until their last breath. There was no surrender and no retreat. The Smarcions eventually wiped out the Nekogian forces, which was everyone, and put the system under heavy quarantine, not just the planet but the whole system.
They had nuked the shattered planet on their way out to prevent anyone else from trying to colonize it. They could have used the clean nuclear tech, but chose to use purposefully dirty bombs. The radiation lasted a thousand years, but the world tree was invigorated by it.
The added tonnage from all of the space battles cause a gravitic anomaly. The moons of Snok fell to it over time, leaving it a weird three dimensional archipelago connected by giant roots and branches. It had once been classified as a death world by the more delicate species, where everything could kill. It was now the reason for an even worse classification to be invented.
Snok now had varying atmosphere, most toxic with one thing or another and rapidly change pressure. It had varying gravity with entire continents that would slam together or change gravity from pancake power to none at all. It had ridiculous amounts of radiation that traveled and fluctuated. Everything living thing there would happily kill just for nutrients.
The weather was beyond extreme, with random hurricanes, tornadoes, monsoons, and lots of lightning. And then there was the extreme geological instability of two shattered moons, one shattered planet, and a hell of a lot of space debris barely held together by the roots of an extremely aggressive tree that would also happily kill for the nutrients. There was also the super strong magnetic fields that fluctuated wildly and sometimes spontaneously changed placement and/or orientation.
That's not to mention the horrific amounts of pollution from the space debris and very old but live ordinances. That's all without mentioning any of the newer, far more hostile, and far more dangerous life forms. Snok was now classified as an Apocalypse Class planet. Even the speed of Snok's now constantly changing spin and orbit were lethal to most species. Snok was chaos given form, the Smarcions used it as a randomization aid for random number generators for a few years.
It only got worse as more space junk and asteroids collided with it. The Smarcions wanted to investigate it closer, but smarter individuals prevailed and enforced the quarantine. It kept gaining mass and speeding up, completely contrary to what should have happened. The mass gained over time was often greater than what was added, sometimes by logarithmic factors up to powers of six thousand.
The AI warships were laughing at the Smarcion chatter because it was just burritos. Of all of the things their master taught them through the last contact, how to make a machine that makes infinite burritos from only the energy from a failed universe was one of those things. One of them got something wrong when making it, that one having a screw loose.
The crazed automaton dropped the malfunctioning device, now constantly shooting randomized double XL grilled stuffed burritos at half the speed of light in random amounts and at random intervals, into the broken planet's core. Some hit near to the wildly spinning device sometimes, some splatter hard enough for the spall to change the rotation of the machine. Sometimes the burritos were made with inedible substances like enriched uranium or wrapped in tungsten foil.
The other AI warships asked it if it was okay, but it responded that all systems were nominal. They asked if it was psychologically okay, but got told that it was the sain one, not them. They let it slide after it coughed up the shutdown code for the burrito based destructive device, which took more than a few years. The world tree had already recovered and put on more pods by then.
The Smarcions had given up on trying to wait and see if the Nekogians came back after another three thousand years. They also went through the piles of data that they had dismissed earlier. They concluded that the Shtukas were the actual guilty party, but everyone involved was already dead and data deleted.
The Shtukas also wiped themselves out after two more failed invasions of other species and a bad civil war. The Smarcions updated the database with a note at the bottom of the Cradle Plague Encyclopedia entry, as well as the Shtukas. They didn't bother with the Nekogians because everything about them, spare the description and extinct, was officially on a need to know basis and stripped from everything public and kept in the secure databases.
The Nekogians arose again. They were way more militant than last time. They also had to survive on an apocalypse class planet, so they were way tougher and stronger than last time. By the time anyone noticed that something was up, they had taken over all of the deep space gun stations that were meant to keep them quarantined.
The Third Epitome of the Nekogian species were completely merciless. They were blood thirsty, and didn't turn away from anything that could be used to advance themselves or crush their enemies. There was a new species that arose near that damned portion of the galaxy, was. They "accidentally fired a laser instead of the coms array" and were mercilessly murdered. The old Nekogian colony world of KR-9 was reclaimed after the extinction of the [removed from records].
They were so mercilessly murderous that the humans of the Earth would have called them a reich instead of an epitome. They knew that Nihil never came out of the tree; but since they were being fed information, blueprints, education, and the occasional entirely functional device, they knew he was alive somewhere as someone or something. The Smarcions eventually got wind of the extinction and butted in, only to get shot full of holes.
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The Smarcions looked into the incident heavily, but from maximum sensor range. They discovered that it was the Nekogians again. A galactic council had formed since the first extinction of the Nekogians and a meeting was called. Most of the members were fearful, given that they survived the lable of Extinct twice, fought the Smarcions three times, hail from an apocalypse class planet, and just wiped out an entire species.
They all banded together to take on the Third Nekogian Epitome. The combined forces managed to take KR-9 with acceptable losses, but none of the Nekogians surrendered. Even the Smarcions psionics could not convince even one to so much as speak a word to them before or during the any of the fights.
The home system of the Nekogians was a completely different situation. The Nekogian troops halted the advancement of the allied forces and delivered high casualty rates for them. The Nekogians, in turn, suffered minimal losses, mostly drone space craft and penal legionaries.
They had truly become the amalgamation of the worst parts of society. They even lost the lower genetic caste, leaving only the immortals, nobles, and warriors. They used to have a common caste, but they died out due to the hell that was their planet. Only the toughest would live past the first month.
The Smarcions really didn't want to make them extinct again, but they just would not let up, bleeding the allied forces every chance that they got. It was truly remarkable. They would not give up. It was like if they did, they would be made extinct again anyway. The Smarcions accepted that way of thinking, given the past. They settled on one big push to detonate one of the two stars.
The Smarcions succeeded, but most of their forces, and all of the others, were lost. It was a bad, a pyrrhic victory with the highest number of casualties of any war within the Smarcion's history. It was a black eye for them, and they accepted that they deserved it.
The smaller and more energetic star went nova. It burned everything in the system to the point of lifelessness. The bigger star absorbed a lot of the mass from the smaller one, it didn't help much for the planets, moons, or stations though. It did prevent everything from being flung into deep space, but the galactic orbit had gone rogue. It was now a lifeless system travelling away from the galactic core, not that it was ever close to center.
The AI masterminds, particularly the crazy one, kept on scheming. While Snok was once again breaking up, they had a plan. The crazy one enacted it's plan before anyone could stop it. They had to just go with flo because once you start crafting a stellar ring, you're only able to succeed or lose all components.
The Smarcions stopped keeping up with it after projecting it's collision with the KR system and ejection from the galactic plane. This was a big mistake. The collision went unmonitored, so the crazy one had it's plan go off without a hitch. The stars collided and emulsed into each other, ending with a rather huge purple star and enough material to complete the ring. It had rings of it's own and moons too.
Meanwhile, Costan was being born again at the behest of Fertily. He hated being born. Imagine your body loosing all motor functions and spontaneously make you feel like you're drowning. Then get squeezed through something that is smaller than you and your everything is screaming in agony because everything is new to it.
The catfolk couple immediately took him to the church because of the crown mark on his forehead and all the others. The church sent him to the royal bishop. The bishop, an elf, had him executed. The gods resurrected him and the bishop had him killed again. This repeated more times than necessary. The gods hit the elf kingdom with drought, crop blight, plagues, pestilence, and other things that represented "you screwed up".
The elf kingdom didn't care. The gods sent bad premonitions to everyone, but the elves ignored it. Everyone other than the elves left, then the gods sent an earthquake. The elves still didn't stop killing the catfolk-ified Costan. The gods turned all the elves purple and gave them depression with erectile dysfunction, it didn't work because they blamed the catfolk.
The gods gave up after making them all able to only have two children before they went sterile and just revived Costan in the old catfolk country. The country consisted of two huge mountain ranges with a small desert between them and the lands around the mountains. It fell because the catfolk had angered the gods once but the gods had over done the punishment. The catfolk were quick to repent, but they never recovered.
The desert used to be a fertile plane with a river running through it to the sea. The natural harbor between the mountains used to be the most prosperous port in the world. It became a desert when the gods levied the punishment and the river became a muddy stream unfit for drinking. The catfolk became nomadic, roaming far from their homelands. Even the port city fell from the dust storms and the harbor became too shallow and allowed storm surges inland that ruined the soil with salt.
Costan, the gods didn't force another name on him, had a lot of work to do. Depending on the god, they were split between calling him Costan or Kaz. They knew he had tons of work, so they aged him back up to ten years old. He could use healing and some of the other stuff aside from the "Junior Powers" that the marks provided.
They tried to explain as much to him as possible before they had to leave him. They stuck him in the North most desert, near a mountain and a deeper spot of the stream. It was flowing more and cleaner now, since the gods had reason to fix at it. Costan was going to fix everything, as usual.
Two of the other three gods also marked him. Costan was very grumpy. He was alone in a desolate and abandoned country after being soul branded and told to fix it all, rule it all, and make babies. He wasn't too sure about the ruling part, but he could fix it better than the gods and looked forward to being drowned in females.
Things did not take long to go sideways yet again. It started with the elf head hunters, which were hunted in turn. They were hunting down and killing catfolk, it got them killed. Then there was all of the nope that was buried in the old cities, good thing that Costan was immune to disease and poison.
Then there was the stupid Kraken attack right after he magically dredged the harbor. It took him five hours to dredge that silt out after the nerf, and that jackass of a magical beast really got Costan's attention. It slapped him with a tentacle and tried to grab him.
It didn't live long. The gods nerfed him pretty good, but he still had a lot of stuff going on, including the maxed out levels from games and other worlds that kicked in as soon as he could walk. The systems were nice and all, but nothing says "no tentacle hentai" like good old high explosives. It became chunky salsa.
Costan was wasting no time in sorting everything out. The salt contamination of the soil was tricky, and he didn't feel like casting purify on the plains one hundred meters at a time. The place was a few thousand square miles of land. He settled for creating a salt resistant moss to keep everything from washing away and making it rain a lot.
While nature was taking care of pushing the salt back to sea at his behest, he went to work on the port city. That's when he killed more head hunters and sank a hostile ship that was chasing a small boat. The silt mesh screens were observably doing their job in the constant rain, keeping the otherwise fertile dirt from going back into the harbor.
The ship was not very well built, or maybe the old howitzer packed too much punch, because it only took one HE round to shred it. All of the bodies in the water were elves, riddled with wooden shrapnel. The only survivor was the unconscious minotaur in the small boat. He knew nothing about them, so Costan asked the agriculture God.
While he knew nothing about minotaurs, he knew that the mark on it was from the god of agriculture. He also knew that the beige, unclothed entity should not have parts that were looking... unhealthy. The agriculture god didn't waste time responding.
"Yeah, Kaz. That little one's a male minotaur of six years old. I remember him, and, um. If you want a farmer underlying, he'll be a good one... But if you want an intact one you will need to get that band off of him. He will still be loyal if you let him become a steer, but, well. Ouch."
"Was it the elves, what were they planning and why?" Costan was very short with his words. He managed to hook four claws under the cursed thing to get it opened enough for the bits to go through.
"Yes and they have been using minotaurs for meat, milk, and labor. They were going to make him farm until he got grown then butcher him." This news made Costan very angry.
"Hence the castration. Why the second slowest and painful method known to existence though? Aside from them being cruel, horrible beings incompatible with life or existence?"
"Oh, that's because they can't use any normal magic anymore and have to use other races to do things. If they want food then they have to trade or force others to farm for them. They never even tried to repent for anything, choosing to go down the evil route. Even Darkor has turned away from them, and he's The Evil God."
"Oh, that's a laugh. Too evil for evil and too nonconformist for religion. I'm going to have to invent minivans so that they can claim it's less conformist than the bus." This got a laugh out of the god of agriculture and Costan was rewarded with the very painful upgrade to his mark of agriculture.
Costan could now do anything with plants or domestic animals. This, for whatever screwy reason included domestication of animals, modification of brands, husbandry stuff, and slavery was lumped in as part of herd management. This made Costan very concerned.
He asked the god of agriculture about it, and the answer was long winded. It boiled down to "we refused to have a god of slavery, so I got stuck with handling part of it, Herculean is stuck with the capture side of it." Costan looked the mini minotaur over and felt embarrassed for having to handle it's testicles and overlooking the massive glowing purple brand on the poor guy's back.
He immediately dispelled the brands magic by removing the brand entirely. The poor minotaur was still listed as slave livestock, which pissed Costan off even more, but he could check the status. He wasn't happy about it being a slave, or a pending steer, but it was part of his property now. He was also listed as part of his property, which was weird. Costan's life was strange.
Costan looked at the labored breathing of the minotaur and at the pending steer description and decided to try some of the pop up options after reading the information drop down minus. He opted to select one option, given that it was reversible with the mark. He was not expecting to have things appear in his hand, very purple things that the system labeled as "minotaur calf testicles-spoiled".
Costan was too weirded out and pissed off. He immediately dropped them and used the menu to set the poor minotaur back as a bull. It worked, but the others were still on the ground. It made new ones appear. He sent the minotaur to one of his garden worlds where there was plenty of fresh water and open plains with gentle streams, then went on the war path.
He didn't care about the gods wanting a more restricted approach. He hated slavery and slavers, he barely tolerated conscription and contracts. He reached out to his forge worlds, fringe worlds, and agricultural worlds with a recruitment drive open to any and all. The machines, freaks, weirdos, and normal aliens that inhabited those places didn't shy away from the recruitment call. He got all kinds looking to enlist. It was the end of winter.
Costan wasted no time in "training" the AI bots to train the others and equip them all appropriately. He just gave them the Miltaq%firelite/bootstrap.rar file. They were up to speed in no time intellectually, but he had to get everyone properly outfitted and supplied. For his precious robobois, they got a major chassis upgrade and whatever was needed for their choice of career path, let that include any hardware, software, firmware, etc.
Everyone was getting paid for this, by the week, Costan was not stingy. He knew that these proud people were risking their lives, and were properly paid and treated for it. There was no half assed rations or middling equipment, there was harsh training, good pay, good rations, equipment to fight the gods themselves, good company, and entertainment. They would not find anything lacking, not even themselves. Might find the enemy lacking, but not them.
Within the month they were through basic and following the fortification plans while picking up their specialty training. Whatever the path, Costan's military had something for it. By the end of spring they had the entirety of the old empire reconquered, rebuilt, recovered, resettled, and the crops were already yielding produce.
During the first week of spring, they were putting satellites and platforms in orbit. The Navy was built, crewed, and ready, so were the Army and Air Force. The enlisted were getting concerned about how scary their favorite furry leady was about mustering a military of over one million in less than a year, but never bothered to speak it.
It was only scary to enemies after all, those poor bastards were going to be wiped out. The enlisted were curious about how many stellar systems Costan had in his pockets, but they didn't want to ask. They did talk about it amongst themselves and figured out that he had at least twenty inhabited ones.
Costan's military had power armor, plains, tanks, modern ships, telecommunications, weapons that could circle the planet continuously until they had an opening to deliver a warhead. The enemies hardly had naval cannons and some magic. Even the lowest grunt in Costan's military had anti magic devices and weapons that demons wouldn't want to go up against.
It was the end of summer, and they mobilized. They knew exactly where the elves were, their numbers, trade routes, allies, even when they rotated guard or took a shit. It was on, the added defensive towers and emplacements were nice for keeping enemies out, but Costan was not tolerating the elves bullshit. He was coming for them.
Some had to stay behind and keep the territory safe from squatters. That's all that they had to worry about. The defense systems had extremely advanced IFF programs and other highly scientific things going on and would destroy anything that was even slightly hostile. They also had to run immigration, which was very slow, some would say non-existent, just like the squatters.
Costan had tasked a full third to garrison duties and immigration. He only needed an eighth to dominate the surrounding areas though. They rolled up the elven empire within hours, like a dirty rug, including all of the extra countries and tribes in the way. They finally had some immigrants out of it, be it through the overwhelming force of a sci-fi blitzkrieg.
They got most of the elves to surrender and eventually repent. The old bishop had to die. Not only were the crimes committed by him too grievous, but they had became an overgrown pseudo undead half demon thing. It was gross and ungodly and needed to be destroyed.
The Elven Empress surrendered, so that was good. All of the minotaurs, sentaurs and all the other enslaved were rescued, job well done. They hadn't found any catfolk though.
Costan was getting worried about if there were any catfolk left before one of his subordinates found a few nomadic groups of them. One group was running from a smaller nation state, so an eighth of the forces hitched a ride with the Air Force and went to steamroll another kingdom. They rolled right over the ork kingdom and rescued the catfolk that had already been captured and the ones that were still running.
They assigned a garrison force to watch over the defeated orks and work on relief efforts while the remaining forces went to find more catfolk or immigrate the rescued ones. The catfolk empire had vastly expanded and work began on roads, wells, defenses, and other infrastructure throughout the new territories. While people initially complained about being conquered, even the former rulers came to declare that it was for the better in time.
Even the hard headed orks came to appreciate bathing and how it made female orks far more attractive. They stopped going after the females of other species. After a few months of daily bathing and proper hygiene routines and medical treatment for the fungi, dental stuff, and infections, other races found them to be kind of attractive.
Then there was all of the uncastration that had to be done. At the end of the fourth year, they had expanded to half of the globe. Costan, having been marked by Fertily, was often buried in females and having just enough time and energy to keep the empire together. He didn't have time to expand any further, even when the dwarves attacked to try and get in on the advanced civil engineering.
He tried to say no once, but the mark made him regret it instantly. He didn't even want sex. Okay, he did want it, but no more than once every couple of days. They knew that the mark forced things and constantly swarmed him, even the ones of other races and the occasional gay one.
It got bad enough that they had over one thousand pregnancies in a year. The military leaders, seeing their emperor loosing weight and occasionally consciousness, set up strict security with a limit on how many people could visit Costan. He almost died from exhaustion only to almost die from it again within a day, so it was a necessary measure.
There were no half breeds, the mark did some truly wacky stuff. Costan gradually recovered from the over use and got things settled with the dwarves. It led to the eventual conquest of the rest of the world. They finally abolished slavery, it only took ruling the whole world to finally wipe it out, but it got done.
Costan died in the summer at the age of three hundred twenty two years from a meteor impact. He was survived by his two hundred fifty seven thousand six hundred eighty nine children, many grandchildren, and even more great grandchildren. Genghis Kahn would have been proud.
He didn't like that they used the old meteor trick again. It was staler than a K-2 defense biscuit, cerca 1934(opened and left out since the manufacture date). Not as bad as the damned truck though.