Entropy broke out of the black hole, having consumed its destructive powers and added them to its own. It appears that Super Spider-man may actually be a threat to him.
"Foolish hero! You believe webs and black holes can stop a god? Allow me to show you what real power looks li-"
Then, mid speech, he saw Remalle(s). His head whipped around and he stared in awe at the countless Remalles spawning. How long was he delayed by the black hole? Years? Centuries? How did so many Remalles spawn? Dosen't matter. Nothing they could do would stop him.
Entropy then brothe in, preparing himself. He then spawned the most kick-ass computer once had ever seen, powered by void energy. Using this instrument of order, he updated his RTD.
[7] QUAD
99CORE OVERCLOCKED WITH BLACKHOLE COOLING. MANY LEDS ON FRONT. SECOND BEST UPDATE EVER. SHAME ABOUT OUTDATED BODILY FUNCTION MODELLING. LEVEL FIVE GM.
TAKE OVER WORLD WITH ARMY OF ME!
THEN WRITE HUNDREDS OF RTDS.
[3] TEN THOUSAND YOUS ARGUE OVER DIRECTION RTDS TO TAKE. CONTINUE SPAWNING.
TEACH FEET TO DO EVERYTHING EARS AND HANDS USED TO DO. EVERYTHING.
[8] EWW.
EWW.
FEET LEARN TO HEAR. FEET NOW INDEPENDENT SENTIENT BEING. RUMOURS OF SECESSION.
ENSLAVE FEW MORE GHOSTLY SLAVES TO HELP MEET DEMANDS OF SEVERAL-HUNDRED-PLAYER RTD
THEN UPDATE
INCLUDE NEW-AND-IMPROVED POOP MECHANIC
[7] SPEND SEVERAL WEEKS ENGROSSED IN ONLINE HISTORICAL POOP RESEARCH. FAMILY WORRIED. THEN READY TO POST.
ROLL TO POOP. PHOTO-REALISTIC POOP MECHANIC ATTRACTS NINE HUNDRED PLAYERS. HIT OF SUMMER. SERVICED BY GHOSTS. LEVEL SIX GM.
((Is our goal to win the Nobel prize with it or something?))
YES.
[7] FIRST PLAYER TO WIN NOBEL PRIZE FOR GMING WINS.
Appeal
[7] WIN. REPAID COSTS. $26TN.
TURN OFF COMPUTER. GO OUTSIDE. FALL OFF PORCH. BLAME DICE.
BUILD TURTLE FENCE
[2] OFF BUTTON STUCK. DOORS LOCKED. RESOLUTELY UPRIGHT. REPEAT “MY FAULT” FOR 96 HOURS. PASS OUT.
A PASSING TURTLE WALKS OVER YOUR PRONE BODY.