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This really ranks pretty low on the list of smart things you could have done. Lightning crackles, thunder roars, and the wine dark sky splits in two.

"Y'all ready for this?" shouts the Herald of Gorgotron, in an attempt to hype up you and the other people who may or may not still be standing around in the face of utter destruction, "Because here he comes, Destroyer of Worlds, Galaxy Despot, Dark Ruler of Ten Million Suns, the one, the only, GORGOTRON!"

What descends is a mass of armor gleaming black and menacing with spikes of obsidian. He raises a spiked fist and the seas roar and boil in approval.

"What mortal dares summon the mighty Gorgotron?!" shouts the interstellar despot. An unspecified number of red eyes burn like distant dying stars behind his helmet's expansive visor. Two of them settle on you.

"Ah," he says, "Of course. Who else could be so foolish?" He stomps toward you, steps vast and each footfall like the fall of another civilization.

"Not so fast, Gorgotron," comes another shout from behind you. It's a Mafia Type, here to collect the price on your skin. "I'm here to collect the price on their skin!"

Gorgotron smiles, an effect not unlike staring into the yawning event horizon of a black hole, "Of course," he purrs, "I always try to maintain good terms with the Mafia Community."

The window for you to act is rapidly closing.

Orphan Mafia Gorgotron