text: [Themes: sci-fi, science fiction, humor]
  
  > save the hero's head to sell it on the net.
  It's strange and a bit disgusting, but there is a black market about mutilated heroes in the murder dome. Highly illegal, but very lucrative. This hero, however, is not really popular. But money, it is money. You think while creating an anti-entropy box to keep your head perfectly safe; however, you will have to find a creative way to hide it from safety.
  
  > Time to go inside
  You shrug your tired shoulders as you slowly enter into the antigravity duct, take impulse and then sliding down at full speed, while you consult your holo clock; Normal people have the neurochip, an implant that allows them to mentally enter the network with all their senses into an alternative reality.
  
  But you are not like them. No, you have been considered unworthy garbage. Condemned to work in manual labour, in this fully robotized and powered society; there is only one reason for humans doing these bodily tasks. A punishment, for not being born with a power deemed worthy.
  You finally are inside the station and are able to get rid of the nasty helmet. The service and maintenance area of the station is another world compared to the public luxury sumptuous halls full of gold and silk. Plants from all known universes and the worlds created by the winning heroes of the Murder dome. You live in Divinity. The biggest Space City in the entire Galaxy placed in a stable orbit around your home planet. 25 independent neighbourhoods each their own space station linked by an immense network of spaceships and teleportation for people who can afford it. Unfortunately, that is not your case or that of anyone in your social class.
  
  You take a compressed air shower feeling like the perfumed steam cleans you and nicely massages your tired skin. In a few seconds, you put on your tight jeans and faux leather jacket, all grey, as that is the only colour allowed for people from your class.
  
  "Hey, Macporridge, do you feel like taking some Slimmiers?" You know that voice it belongs to Scraps, a big gentle muscular guy, but deep down he is a teddy bear.
  
  You turn around, and he is looking at you smiling with his rosy face like a giant baby.
  
  Slimemold-Hippie Lambic, better known as Slimmiers, it is the pseudo beer consumed by undesirable citizens, which it is made from Slime slugs, a giant mutant slug which feeds on nuclear waste and trash; it's not real beer, but you've never tried a real one.
  
  > say "Ok, I need one."
  Both of you continue walking towards the exit, with the last employees in the stadium, while most of the spectators continue to see the last part of the ceremony in which the winning hero acquires the status of God and goes to create his world.
  
  "Who do you think won?" Scraps asks, always interested and enthusiastic in all heroes and their leagues.
  
  "I have no idea. I think that I don't even know any of the heroes who participated in this year's final. At the end of the day, neither you nor I can travel to other worlds and much less earn the right to be a god." You are amazed that he has such an optimistic view of your class situation.
  
  "You're a grump, Guybrush. You have to find happiness where you can. And the battles are so much fun."
  
  You sigh, defeated by the good mood and optimism of Scraps. Finally, you are in the security zone filled with robots and hundreds of floating balloons with scanners, including several robots armed to the teet
  
  > The alarms starts to ring.
  "ATTENTION!, Security breach found organic rests no authorized." The alarm screams at maximum volume, while a dozen robots surround you heavily armed and with paralyzing grenades in your hands; You have no choice but to give up.
  
  You try to see what is going on with Scraps, hoping that you haven't put him in trouble when he has absolutely nothing to do with the whole head business. But apparently, he is safe at the other side of the control fence looking terrified as security surrounds you.
  
  A paralyzing ray strikes your whole body, it hurts so much, every inch of your body is nothing more than a piercing pain; you fall to your knees over the cold hard concrete. Inch by inch your muscles become stiff and paralyzed until the point, that even your eyes are immobilized. You are too terrified and even if you really try to talk, no sounds come from your mouth.
  
  The only muscles that seem to work are your heart and your lungs. Your forces are fading away, as you fell how they pull you, and after that, you remember long travel on a fast airship; you fell asleep at some point.
  
  Now, you have just wake up confused about everything. You remain quiet, trying to figure out where you are. You can feel a cold smooth metal floor under your bare feet and you hear the murmur of a force field; this has to be in a kind of cell, beyond that all remains a pure mistery.
  
  > Are afraid of open your eyes
  At last, you open your eyes and find yourself in a small empty metal cell protected by a really powerful shield of energy in all directions. There is no way you can escape from here. You sigh and try to control your breathing and energy, checking that you are not hurt; thankfully, you're better than ever, not even a scar, or bruise.
  
  Is this jail? It does not seem so, because they wouldn't spend money to heal you. You have learned to expect others attempt to obtain favours from me, and the soon I find out more about what is really happen I will have the power of taking advantage of the situation.
  
  "I see you're awake?" The mysterious woman says that you remember hearing from the health tank. "I think it's time, that you assume your role for the security of the Empire."
  
  "Security of the Empire? Me?" You couldn't help putting a sarcastic tone. The mere mention of the opportunity to be a spy, makes you chuckle, it is so hilarious.
  
  She continues with her agressive tone commanding you: "Unfortunately, you were not at home at your own time as you should. And you missed important data for us. Human waste. Rift Biolabs has sent you an extraordinary official job offer. I don't know if a mindless man like you will understand the importance. But the rarity of a megacorporation as lover of secrecy as this makes a contract for such a paramount sector. It's extraordinary. So you will watch for us. That or death Guybrush. "
  
  I have several questions, "you try to comment politely
  
  "Zip it! piece of shit, I'm not going to answer any questions. An agent will get in touch with you when the right time comes, with a coward like you we can't risk explaining crap."She busts out and opens the security field before someone covers your head and let you in your home without telling a single word.
  
  Finally, you open your holo computer and check out the job offer
  
  A job offer of that level for someone without citizenship is a utopia. Whatever it is, it can't be legal.
  
  But, still... 4 times my salary and the bonuses associated with working in a Mega corporation. That includes going to live at one of the corporate space stations; it is easy to see why you were specially treated, corporations take security and secrets very seriously and anyone who has access to megacorporations buildings is key to espionage agencies. You sigh really worried about, the whole mess you are right now.
  
  Rift Bio labs confirm that tomorrow at 8 am; you will start the shift at Space Station 12, one of the most secret stations of the Divine Spa Super City to which only large megacorporations have access. You sigh, holding your hands over your head; they have put you in a very dangerous game and any slip can mean your death. You sit in your tiny bed preparing to try to sleep the few hours remaining.
  
  > The New Dawn
  You simply walk up and down the small hall of your modest apartment waiting.
  
  I am here, minute after a minute I loiter here, circling around my own corridor staying for the alleged corporation's aircraft to appear. Damn, this is tearing my nerves apart!
  
  You look again at your holo watch for the hundredth time. Nothing, they haven't arrived yet.
  
  Finally, the doorbell rings and you see through the holo camera how two powerful corporate robots are lined up at your door, waiting stoically for you to leave. You sigh and just follow them, leaving part of your life behind.
  
  The robots put on you an awful black and terribly heavy anti-scanning helmet, you can't see the slightest. The corporation security bots guide you safely through the rubbish and decrepitude of the neighbourhood until you reach the landing platform. None of them answers your questions and you are basically obliged to enter the heavily armoured corporate aircraft.
  
  The vehicle is galloping at maximum speed to the forbidden and secret destination for most of the world, station 12 while you can't think of how you could get out of this mess.
  
  > Part 2: The Event's portal
  Station 12, Secret Rift Biolab laboratory. Corporation sect, Divine Megacity station.
  
  "Welcome, test subject Mopper69." A female voice hard and cold as steel, with this heavy hood that they have put on your head you can not see anything, so you try to focus on your other senses, It smells of disinfectants, medications; in addition, you can hear the incessant buzzing of computers and biogenetics tanks. Wherever you are, it has to be a genetic laboratory of some kind. What is really logic, talking about a Bioscience corporation?
  
  Heavy hands press the helmet release button and free you. An overwhelming white light blinds your eyes accustomed to the darkness for an entire hour, and you are definitely in a high-tech laboratory. But for now, your main concern is her.
  
  In front of you is a cyborg woman dressed in an immaculate white translucent lab jumpsuit that leaves little to the imagination, and nightmares. The woman could be better described as a piece of rancid lard with legs with titanium legs to help her carry her extensive belly, while her flaccid breasts remind you of fallen deflated bags of water. A slug with a human form, you doubt that someone could dare to find something like that as attractive.
  
  She sees your gaze and begins to touch her entire body trying to look provocative, while you try to control your desire to vomit before such a display of her revealing the pustules, body hair and fat covering the human flesh of her cyborg body.
  
  "You are a very special creature and probably the only person in the Divine mega station that can understand my situation." Her voice is now warmer and passionate. Now if you have questions, you will not have opportunities later ... She smiles evilly looking at you with desire in her strange eyes.
  
  > say "Just cut the crap and tell me, What is it going on here?"
  "Who do you think you are to talk to me like that fucking shit!" His hand slapped you before you could move.
  
  "Grab it, and don't let it make any movement, but I need it alive and whole." The mad scientist tells her assistant robots that they do not waste time in fulfilling their delirious desires.
  
  I can create sulfuric acid or ammonia and use it to remove the hands of robots. But I have to do it? What do you intend to do with me? Somehow I think, they don't intend to kill me. If they wanted to kill me they would have done it already.
  
  Your mind eagerly wonders what to do while the robots slowly move you through the immense laboratory heading to an unknown place.
  
  > Don't trying to escape for now
  You have no idea where they are taking you, a serious and static noise becomes more and more audible as you approach, something different from everything you've heard so far reminds you of the sound of a mosquito but expanded thousands and thousands of times in a powerful buzzing.
  
  Finally, a door opens and your heart skips a beat. Two strange circular arches covered with thousands of sparkling magic runes And in the centre; there is a wormhole.
  
  It can only be one thing in the entire universe. A portal of events, which transforms the victorious heroes in the Murderbowl into creators of their own worlds, into gods. The biggest event of the Empire.
  
  "But there is only one Portal in the multiverse, which is located in the murderbowl." You loose totally amazed. "It is totally impossible that there is another secretly. Gamma emissions would be visible throughout the Empire!
  
  I see you have done your homework, Guybrush. Exactly this is my own creation, I call it Event horizon chamber. And with it, I think to defeat the monopoly of creation of worlds of the Empire! No more heroes; The universe does not need them. Ordinary citizens can each create our place, when I perfect it, of course, that's why I need you, Guybrush."
  
  "What the hell do you need me for? You already have everything figured out." Your irritated questions if everything is so clear, why do you need to fum"I can't alone. My power is the opposite that yours gives me intelligence but it corrupts my body and everything I touch. To survive the event portal you need a pure and clean body with a concentrated mind."
  
  "Wait a minute! Do you want us to get both inside the portal at the same time?! That won't happen!"You throw chloridic and sulfuric acid quickly burning your bonds and the hands of robotic soldiers, but they come in all directions of the building.
  
  > Race to cross the event horizon alone
  If this sow embedded in a plastic pyjamas thinks that I will let myself be subdued so easily, she is very wrong.
  
  But of course, you can not let her guess your intentions, although she is a fat slug mole, with her bionic legs; it is very possible that she can sprint faster than you.
  
  "Will both of us become gods, then?" You ask feigning a great interest and desire; his face lights up with a silent cruel grimace; soon you can hear her scratching voice pretending to be your friend: "Oh, yes, we become one God with your clean body and my superior mind. It will be glorious!"
  
  Now, that she is lost in her fantasy, you take the opportunity to gallop towards the portal before she notices your plans. There is no way, that you will allow her to control your body and use you as if you were a used condom.
  
  I have to sabotage her, or she will overtake me. Without thinking you sprinkle wax and soapy water squirting puddles behind you.
  
  I can almost hear the wormhole calling for me, like sirens luring Ulysses with their honeyed voices. There is an energy around that you want to connect. But I don't think she can feel it.
  
  You see with the corner of your eye as she slips and falls on her knees in a huge puddle of soapy water and wax, while you are still running crazily towards the portal.
  
  The portal's power is immense, you can feel its electrifying energy creeps on your sweaty skin. There is no time to lose and without looking back, You just jump into it without thinking; sadly you noticed too late that she managed to get her cyber hands clasped into your ankles like iron chains.
  
  The closing portal has severed part of the fat woman body, you can stop gazing at this Dantesque spectacle, a tide of smelly viscera begin to float around your feet.
  
  Her dying shrieks rapidly become a mere background sound. Once you immerse yourself in the event's portal everything had been shifted, altered as you leave this part of the universe to thankfully appear at the other end of the portal as a God.
  
  > Through The wormhole
  Everything around you disappears into an intangible nothingness, you simply float in a strange chasm, waddled by some kind of flickering energy, it is nothing a mortal can explain. Time is somehow nonexistent here, but you run restless, as you really feel like you have to do something, or being consumed by the void.
  
  Do I have to do something? Why does nothing happen? Will I be one of the failures that are unable to become Gods?
  
  The murderbowl is the most refined system that the Empire has created to refine the best candidates to fight to become gods. But even so, sometimes there are failures. In which violent supernovae occur at the limit of the Galaxy. Other heroes appear changed, transformed into monsters that are a mere parody of their previous power.
  
  I may be another failure ... But something inside me tries to light up and screams to do something. Do something? Being a god cannot be as easy as snapping my fingers and seeing how an authentic beer appears on my hand.
  
  "WTF!" You can't avoid screaming even though the lack of air makes it impossible for any sound to be heard, but in your left hand, there is a beautiful and cold bottle of beer like those that you remember that your father drank when you were a small child before you You were considered undesirable, and the future for you was bright and heroic, full of great food and beer in your hand, several exclavos and a big family.
  
  You open the bottle and taste it with your mind lost in your past. And in the family, you lost forever. A father and a mother a good house on the mother planet with vineyards and a good flat in a good neighbourhood station in Divine.
  
  The bubbling liquid gold tastes bittersweet, to honey and a home, but it is also a memory of all that I have lost. Or what I can earn. If I become God, I can be what my own planet wants to have, and eventually create my own family.
  
  Suddenly, little by little, the darkness changes, like the dawn of your planet Reah, which fascinated you so much to see working outside the stadium; now there is a warm and beautiful yellow light like the yolk of fried eggs that your mother cooked for you as a child; you have created your own star and you decide to call it Uxis, like the cat, you had as a child.
  
  > Trying to contact with the empire.
  Luckily or not, finding a way to contact the empire is not complicated. In fact, in front of you, several imperial war frigates jump from the hyperspace and they commence to patrol around you like a bloodthirsty vultures committee waiting for something.
  
  You try to communicate by imagining that you are inside an invisible air bubble. It is strange but it works. Around you a sphere-shaped energy shield surrounds you giving you a strange look.
  
  Suddenly you receive a communication signal from the main ship, and edited Anonymous voice:
  
  "So the investigations of that madwoman have worked. It was the Empire that led her to the current situation. The truth is that the way to replicate in Divine the portal of events has been known for millennia. Every several centuries, some lame hero wannabe acknowledges the real power of the Divine station. This is, however, the first time that a hero survives unscathed and is even able to create a Star."
  
  "Who am I talking to?" You question confusing with distorted.
  
  "Who I am, that is not important; we fulfil the imperial will. You have been granted the opportunity to create a planet. If you manage to produce something that attracts the empire, or any one of the power groups of the Empire in five days, you will be granted with the God of rank and all the rights attached to it. Of course, nobody could know how you have acquired your status, so the next year a fake Murderbowl would be formulated that you will win. You have a unique chance to become an Empire God, don't screw it! "
  
  The ships move away but clearly keeping guard on this new sector.
  
  5 fucking days to create a viable planet, which someone considers valuable enough. 5 days seems like something incredible, but if I created a star in an hour; a planet can not be so difficult, right?
  
  You decide that the first step would be...
  
  "Attention! Attention! Guybrush Macporridge.I am Silvia the secretary of Lord Worldslayer. My Lord has a proposition for you."
  
  > chat with Lord Worldslayer
  Suddenly a deep and grave voice echoes in your little bubble, the voice of someone who has created and devoured more than 50 planets the chief god of empire's World eaters. You know him; the legend of worldslayer that comes from a prideful lineage of gods.
  
  The world eaters' function can scare many people, but it is key to the development of the empire. Shattering worlds, slaving their creatures and obtaining their resources; that is what feeds the factories of the Empire
  
  "I am surprised that for once someone has survived the passage through one of those false portals. I will go to the point, I am a busy God. I offer you the opportunity, to join the guild of the scrappers of worlds. We make many credits, and we are fundamental but don't expect popularity and hugs. Although, who in hell cares about what the commoners say. " Worldslayer says dismissively towards empire citizens.
  
  Silvia again takes control of the communication: "If you accept, our nanobots and technicians will help the creation in exchange for 20% of the total. Taking into account that you do not have any infrastructure, it is a bargain."
  
  > Accept
  Silvia again takes control of the communication,
  You don't waste time and say to her that you accept.
  
  Her voice is sweet and seductive: "A very smart decision, Guybrush, The infrastructure to devour the planet we leave for 20% of the total extractions. A bargain since you don't have the means to exploit the planet by yourself. As given a prestigious step in your way to becoming a rich God. "
  
  The communication is broken and you are a
  
  The important thing for a World eater is to create profitable worlds in the short term since the goal is to squeeze the maximum of each mineral gas or fragment until leaving only an empty and useless shell.
  
  Clearly, the best options to create is a gaseous planet, one of carbon or a Chthonian.
  
  > create a Gaseous planet
  Just outside your star's control area, it's a good place for a gas giant. An immense gas ball with a liquid core like a kind of candy ball.
  You close your eyes a little dazed at the idea of how to design something on an astronomical scale, in the end, you simply reach out your hand Imagine a scale model of your own planetary system. It lights up in your mind and you discern it as a formidable sparkling violet jewel with huge storms in its whirlwind and wild atmosphere.
  
  You open your tired eyes and finally see it while you feel terribly tired your head burns and you feel that you are about to explode. But the serene beauty of the planet calms you, your little gem. A planet that given your decisions you are about to destroy.
  With pain in your heart, you give the order the first robots and automated stations are launched into the orbit of your gas giant like a flock of locust.
  
  The own magnetic and electric energy generated by the massive planetary storms is enough to recharge and refuel the first precarious extraction of innumerable precious gases for fuel, aeronautical investigations ... The robots are increasingly self-replicating themselves s in greater amounts in a
  the voracious frenzy to devour The whole atmosphere.
  
  You go to sleep unable to keep your eyes open.
  
  You wake up startled in your little bubble while the count after continues inexorably. Your minions work with friends to swallow heavy and noble gases refine them and convert them into fuel and exotic alloys.
  
  More and more fuel stations and refineries around the planet moving with it since not creating satellites its orbit is unstable. The money you are making must be incredible, probably to create your own station and a palace in the Imperial district of the gods.
  
  Just The next step is to create special probes prepared to operate at maximum pressures the nucleus of a gaseous planet.
  
  You watch hour after hour, as The fretting's consumption climax that unleashes around your creation, now gutted and desecrated by absolute consumerism. After a few days, nothing remains except your star and a small cloud of debris from the once big planet.
  
  Finally, the deep voice of the WorldSlayer can be heard in your bubble while the imperial ships surround you again. It seems a kind of evaluation:
  "Well, done Guybrush. Not everyone has what it takes to be a world eater. These energy and minerals will make billions of empire citizens life possible as the planets can't sustain their population. Since now, you are Lord of the empire and a member of our guild take this year of holiday and create a heroic personality because next year, You will win the Murderball!"