Meanwhile in Akibahara...
Atop the burning pile, atop his burning throne, the mad god laughs. His hair was grey, his face wizened by age but not diminished. His suit was white, his jacket leather, his shirt was open, his abs were hard, and his dick was out. On his eyepatch was a circle-A, and in his hand was a molotov, along with a fragment of something, something great, something terrible.
"At last it is mine! A shard of the Orgasmatron! Soon all will bow before the LEAGUE OF EVIL!"
A blast. A crash. Impact.
A contender has come.
A skeleton clad in a jet black spacesuit. Sleek. Militaristic. A hero from an era before this. A hero who marched forward even through betrayal, even through death, a corpse, a spectre, his very existence maintained through willpower, and willpower alone.
He burns, he burns with fire born of will, born of resolve, white hot flames of such intensity, not even the stars themselves can withstand their heat. From within the inferno, empty sockets stare sightlessly upon their mark, at their mark, through therir mark, the terrible gaze alone enough to rend apart a lesser foe.
He draws his rifle.
"Sorry old chap, but I'm going to need to stop you here."
"YOU FOOL! DO YOU REALLY THINK JUSTICE CAN STILL PREVAIL?"
"Right now, I don't care what prevails. Do you know why I am here? Why I've returned? Because I am needed. Last time it was nuclear annihilation. The time before that, Hitler. And before that, the gates of Hell itself. Do you know what summoned me this time? I am here because CAMERON FUCKED A PIG! And then the tossers decided to up and bloody LEAVE THE EUROPEAN UNION WITHOUT EVEN THE FLIMSIEST FUCKING PLAN! I need a damn punching bag. And you'll do nicely."
"IMPERTINENCE. I WILL CRUSH YOU."
"I'd like to see you try."