"There are good games," Overman murmured, "there are great games - and then there are MY games."
He pondered this for a moment. With OverPong, he had taken the breakout genre and crushed it in his hand, watching it disintegrate into ash. How could any breakout game hope to live up to his? The genre was dead because of him. And now, with the release of Demon Crawl, he had done the same thing to roguelikes.
"My genius reduces these mere mortal labels to dust. I take old convention and dogma and transmute them into rubble."
What was he to do next? Overman was well aware of the consequences of his activity. Wherever he went, there followed destruction and chaos, the common folk crying out in his wake, unable to comprehend the gifts he brought unto them.
"Make a shoot-em-up," croaked his Crawk.
"Already have, just can't release it. It would destroy the minds of the weak and make them go mad."
A deafening sound was heard. Overman leapt out of his chair, plasma gun at the ready. Behind him, there had appeared a massive portal into the demons realm. Overman could see the writhing spirits of Hell within, terrible and grotesque. A figure began to emerge from the portal.
"Lord Galacticus," Overman said. "It has been a long time."
"Yes," boomed the demon general, "A long time indeed. But I'm afraid that I bear terrible news."
"Oh?" said Overman, with an intrigued raise of the eyebrows.
"Your old hometown, Overman. Yoyogamia. It is no more."
Overman shut his eyes.
"No... say it's not true..."
"I'm afraid it is. A rebel ship took it out, just like that. No one saw it coming."
"And Commodore Swift? Is he...?"
"He's safe. He's hiding on a planet at the other end of the galaxy. A place you humans know as... HaxeFlixia."
"Yes... I know it well. I shall meet the Commodore, and from there we will strike in rebuttal. I thank you, Galacticus."
"I fare thee well, old friend. Just remember the prophecy. You have no idea how close you are to Anchorpoint now. Galaxies turn about your head."
"And what about her...?" Overman began to ask, but it was too late. Galacticus was gone. The portal expanded and then contracted out of existance.
There was no time to lose. Overman got into his trusty ship, the Speed Demon, and took off without putting on his seatbelt.