You are food. You've always been food. You came onto this world to be consumed, to be devoured by your primordial creators. How unfortunate that you learnt about it at the end of the times, the Ante-Diotoromus.

But not all is lost. as I, Agrippa, have taken the task of preserving humanity, and by dozens upon dozens of torturous iterations of building and reconfiguring your flesh, I've become fond of you, Mongol.

Now the ardurous task of preserving the humanity within this reality is not completely lost, and in my infinite wisdom I have posessed the ancient knowledge to grasp other realities. I am your God now.

• Rich dialogue.

• Rocket-jumping.

• A weird talking weapon.

• Some weird fleshy border.