Max, the meta-goddess of foxes and murder, was bored and angry.
"Why don't I take out my anger on one of those worlds I can create? It's not like the inhabitants are alive. Heh... heh... maybe I can completely wipe out all of their pathetic civilizations..."
She removed the goblin civilizations from the fabric of reality for now, as the goblins are too plentiful and cause temporal distortions around their fortresses, slowing down perceived time.
One island had the elves die out, leaving only a single hamlet of humans. She liked killing humans, so she made a new one.
"This is better."
Max has made fox-people human-sized and playable as outsiders.
She decided to give it her all, making this body extremely strong and skillful.
"Heh."
She wasn't in an overly good mood.
She created her equipment.
And, of course, the most important part of her equipment. "Murdersword the Bloody Painful Murder-Sword of Murder".
"Die, die, die, die, die."
She told everyone her name, so people know of her murderous deeds.
She was rampaging through the hillock, most dwarves inside were bisected or beheaded.
And it was over. She allowed some to escape, to spread the word.
"Another one for today."
She decided to lop off the legs of one of her victims.
Somebody decided to fight back.
"Fighting back against ME?! I AM YOUR FATE. YOU WILL NOT STOP ME!"
After some struggling...
She threw the head of the militia commander at another of her victims, mortally wounding it.
"I'm sated... for now. I will come back here tomorrow, and I will keep coming back until I cleanse this world."
This is just murder with an adamantine two-handed sword and occasionally more exotic items. Don't expect much RP here, the main character is literally a self-insert. Feedback is encouraged.