It started unlike any story that you might consider traditional. There's no hero, no villain, no plot and really no point at all.

It started with a man, whose heart was filled with more love than anyone could know, more hate than any many should have and a vast empty void between the two with a distance further than any would ever know.

His love and his hate were truly infinite and I'm not just exaggerating. I wish I were, but both were so truly vast, it threatened to crush the universe and the neighboring ones on each side.

The distance between universes is at least four or five times as big as any universe out there, so saying that this man was filled with enough love and hate to *crush* three universes, you know that's something kinda crazy weight.

No person should have that kind of power... but what made it truly horrifying is that the man filled with all of this was completely clueless. He went about his day, doing rather mundane tasks and leading a pitiful, depressing and most unfulfilling life. He was filled with the kind of power most men dream of, the power of a literal god.

He had no fucking clue what so ever. If he knew right now, there were a few people in the world that would just suddenly drop dead. It would look just like a aneurysm... or would make their heads explode in to a fine mist, leaving an even coat of brain juice in the area, but that would attract attention, so probably aneurysms all around.

P Diddy would have his own very special accident... somehow cutting his member off and getting it lodged in his throat and choking to death... on his own dick.

The list could be it's own book, terrible deaths for terrible people. That's not what we're here for now though. We're here to read about how he and the world were saved by a real hero, DD the flying pug.