The Destined Ruler Of All Creation woke up to find himself in a small metal room, with a primative display that began to play a video once he awoke of a figure cloaked in shadow.
"Hello, whomever you are. You have been judges by the Custodians of Existence to be too much of a threat to your universe, and thus have been expelled to this pocket dimension. Goodbye."
The door opened, and The Destined Ruler Of All Creation saw a large device being worked on by a thousand others, one waving hello.
"Hey, grab a tool, we're nearly outta here."
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