The one who had once been Bob Beverbrook stopped, rested the Great Jade Grand Goremaul, lifted his helm to wipe the sweat from his brow and draw breath. The air around him was hot hot as hell which was not far from the truth as the Yozis who remained had taken creation and scoured the underworld besieged heaven and having broken in where driving the last loyalist forces back street by street, palace by palace through the city.
Many, most, of his friends where dead or worse and the gods where changing sides with some of the most mighty of them going back and growling at the feet of those who where once their masters and would be again if not stopped. Though the one who had once been Bob Beverbrook had now idea how, or that he had any option than to make the bastards pay.....
Ginger