I bemoan Brettle's gaining the power of post 1000, then shake it off because I get reply 1000, which is almost as good. IN any case, the Godmodder himself appears, and as the appointed manipulator of the source code of reality, he gets really peeved at your shenanigans. He challenges you to a Godmodd-off, which you miserably fail as you are not in fact a Godmodder. he kicks you to the moon, apparently killing you.
Your resulting funeral is magnificent: Hosted in the most luxurious of Charon's Cathedrals with Morgan Freeman presiding, your body is loaded into a golden coffin embedded with the finest-cut jewels ever seen, as new species of alien make contact and world peace is achieved, and you are loaded onto a boat, loaded with riches, before this boat is sent upon a lake of literal magic, with tides of mana and aether guiding you towards your destination, all the while an incredible storm of gemstones rains on from above, before you reach a whirlpool in the center of the lake, swirl down, and at the last minute, are obliterated by way of multiple thermonuclear detonations, which makes the mana go crazy and makes THAT explode too.
While you somehow survive all of that and sit dazed at the bottom of the whole thing, I reclaim my hill. My hill. NOT your hill, understand?
MINE!
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