"Hello, I'm Chris McLean, yes, if you're wondering why I'm talking to you dear audience, it's because as you know, Benja hasn't returned from this tragic accident yet. Ahem, but we won't get sentimental, because it's time to choose destinies!"

The host pulled a cloth, revealing pictures where I was there but with different outfits and in different places.

"This is what it's about, this time everyone will be able to choose the universe where Benja will fall for the beginning of another story. Will Benja be linked to the harmful and contaminated world of Nier-Automata?"

Chris showed a picture where I was standing with 2B and 9S on a mountain of ruined robots.

"Will he join the Sailor Squad as a member and guardian of the lunar prism?"

The next picture showed the girls and I in battle poses while I held a sphere of moon energy.

"This is going to be funny. Why not put Reyes and Benja in a world full of ponies and colors?"

The next image showed Reaper and me but as ponies together with others, while the man had a cold and serious face, I was looking at everything with a smile.

"Oh, and this is my favorite. Benja will have to use everything he knows about weapons handling, combat and strategy to survive a world that wants to kill him where loyalty and distrust will be what will keep him alive until he can return home. Will he be the flower of hope for that world or will the gods and creatures end up bending his mind?"

In the next image it showed that I was seeing my reflection in a sea of blood and behind me there were Marine soldiers with weapons ready while I wore armor like that.

The choice is yours, reader. Although I wouldn't hesitate to bribe you to choose what I like, it's now your decision to...

"Chris!" Cheff's voice echoed from the guest room where the host was now.

"This is all chaos. Stop talking to the audience and worry more about how we're going to get the brat back!" The cook shouted while everything behind him was chaos.

"Come on Cheff, don't exaggerate." The man said with a carefree smile that clearly angered the cook.

"Peacock is literally opening portals to stupidity so everyone can find Benja, and if you don't want your ugly ass inside one, you'll get up and help with this!" The cook shouted seriously.

"The audience is about to choose."

"LET THE READERS CHOOSE WHAT THEY WANT! ONE, TWO, THREE WORLDS, I'M NOT INTERESTED. GET YOUR ASS OUT OF THAT DISGUSTING CHAIR!" Cheff shouted before leaving the room angrily. Chris looked at the camera and smiled again.

"Choose Warhammer 40k." That was all he said as he was pulled from the desk by Peacock's robotic hand.