Dreamscape
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These puny citizens of Dreamscape live boring, dreadful lives. Everyday it's the same deal. So I decided to add a little fun into the recipe...
There's five of them. Five of them that can beat me. If they combine their strengths and smarts, they can kill me. This is the one apocalypse I can ever be stopped. If they can't stop me now, I will be infinite.
But don't worry, there's a slim chance I will be beaten. It's been millenniums since I've destroyed a universe, so this should be fun!
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