Listen,

This game. I have delved into the deepest, darkest corners of all it has to offer. Here I will detail my opus run, where I resolved to conquer all planes of existence (in poetic verse).

Thus begins the story of Malignacio Evertrembles the Great Warlock of Fire.

Upon the peninsula, upon the southeast shores.
A Warlock of fire began the Great Wars
First taking all the land, the skies, the seas
Covering the world with storms and flames
He wiped them out, one by one.
The other states who did conquest like he
Elysium was his, but the journey just begun

Climbing the tallest mountain peaks,
He then did take over the vast blue skies
Building great castles upon the clouds
Bringing the wind under his command
He sent storms as far as any could see

But then the depths, they called his name
And he dug deep through the dirt and clay
He faced the cyclopean Pale Ones, and their chamber unsealed
And unleashed an ancient terror, evil Gods of endless power
But he beat them down, and banished them away
And thus he approached Cerberus who guarded the gate
To Hades! Land of the dispossesed dead
Ghosts, banes, wraiths, and Orcus, Lord of Death.
He sent his best, his strongest few
To raise an undead army, a ghoulish crew
To usurp the Dark Lord, sit upon his throne.

But alas, the conquest raged on and on...
As he broke through to the Plane of Atzlan
The Gods upon the dragon all stood in his way
But the King of fire burned them all away
Still further he journeyed...
Unto the mighty primordial plane
Wild and free, eternally untamed
The ancient Gods, of monkey and man
One by one, they all did submit
To the conquest of Malignacio
The strongest Warlock who ever lived

His vast armies, his endless acolytes
Fought for his cause with all their might
Freeing an ancient, imprisoned God
Just to cut him down themselves
Facing the Storm Giants and taking the Nexus
With the ancient library under their control
They learned ancient, long lost spells
All the better for taking over the world

They dug deep and far through the deepest caves
The find the demons and devils of hell
To take their every last citadel

With the help of a gleaming, golden scroll
Through the gates of heaven our hero did stroll
And when the heavenly Archon stood in their way
With his chicken head and snakes for legs
They fought, down to the very last man
Against the legions of heaven for total command
Of the worlds, both past and present
To be king of all of existence.

But then at the end of it all...
All that remained was void
Formless darkness, and creatures with many eyes
Screaming horrors guarded the gates
The eldritch castle deep in dark space
The Crawling Chaos Nyarlathotep, and his unspeakable face
Hastur, the King, with his flowing yellow robes
And Yog-Sothoth, in its immeasurable vastness
Spoke its language of insanity
There in the place that shouldnt exist
Malignacio fought his final foes
The ancient outer Gods, the Great Old Ones
And as he slew them, one after the other
He began to realize that it was nearly over
Soon, all that would remain
Was him
No Gods, No Devils
No Monsters, No Angels
Now it was he, the Great Warlock of Fire
Who would rule the world and shape the land
The only one left, at the very bitter end.