You may have heard tales of the void-behemoths - enormous beasts dwelling in the space between galaxies.
Of course, these creatures are but vermin before the awesome might of BrikThulhu, God of Mayhem.
The 2,018th BrikVerse Rekonstruktion has taken place. Reality has been rebooted, the fireworks have gone off, the champagne has been drunk. But BrikThulhu is not satisified.
This BR needs something extra.
BrikThulhu channels magik of incomprehensible power.
The fabric of the BrikVerse is warped and drawn towards the dark god. The galaxies spiral around him, closer and closer.
Soon all of reality is at his feet.
BrikThulhu doesn't stop there. He squeezes the BrikVerse tighter and tighter.
A singular lump of spacetime is formed. Brittle structures of logic, built up from millenia of residue, break and disappear.
The laws of physics scream in protest, throw up their hands, quit and go home. The concept of Distance changes its name to Slaughter, and starts doing drugs.
Eventually, the godly tentacles squish the BrikVerse so small it cannot be seen.
Then there is noise.
With distance and geography eliminated, war is literally everywhere.
Some worlds have been obliterated in the crush, some have been warped beyond recognition, some seem unchanged - but all are now part of the singular battlefield.
Kingdoms, nations and star empires find themselves bordering hundreds of new foes, and immediately go to war.
BrikThulhu howls with laughter, and sits back to enjoy the carnage.
