The Basics

Alien x Threat Level God x 2.4 meters

Bio

Waking in the dust of former glory, the intergalactic lord of thieves and power found he had been left clinging to life. It seemed even to the bitter end, he had been spared, but to what purpose? His desire for combat had been tarnished, stained with futility.

He was locked in a state of limbo. The endless well of might above him was eons from his grasp, and the fodder below him had no hopes of ever giving him a challenge.

For decades he had sought out this prophecy, and only turned up a fleeting hope of satisfaction, a bitter lie. He had no army under his name, no ship, and was stranded on a world that knew nothing of him. Dark Matter had been snuffed from the universe at long last, and yet it did not trouble him. The Dominator of the Universe had reach a conclusion he could accept.

With no one worth facing, Boros dragged himself from the dust, and wondered what was next. If this was his plight, he could not fathom how a god like Saitama could stand living on such a world.

OOC

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