He blinked as he read the newsletter. His

He blinked as he read the newsletter. His story was featured this month. No warning, just dropped in the mail. He was beginning the victory lap tweet, but a knock on the door

ended his jubilations. 'Postie!' a man shouted loudly though the letterbox. Why was he back, goddamnit? The man wearily got up and opened the door. 'Yes' he said. Then he screamed.

He was screaming to sound his primal "yawlp." It was something he picked up from an unorthodox teacher at his boy's school. The power of the yell is what really awakens the

secret energy buried within one's spleen. This ancient method worked, and the DNA of his spleen started producing dark matter. This then transformed the the boys father into

a supermassive black hole. The transformation was slow; the dark matter began by taking over the boy's father's spine, seeping into his muscles. Soon enough the father was

oozing black liquid from every orifice on his body. His veins pulsated with the abomination as he fell to his knees. Teeth clenched tightly, he seethed the words "

When somebody asks you if you are a god.....you say yes." He collapsed, his final words echoing through the ears of all onlookers.

ight sabre the old man was hiding behind his back, but the young man was distracted by the old man's diamond encrusted spectacles. He took a step closer at the same moment the old

man accidentally choked on his saliva, brought his hand forward to cover his mouth, and simultaneously decapitated the young man and impaled himself. Far off, the Emperor chuckled.