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"Chief God, are you sure this is a good idea? The ratio of men to women is absurd! It's too good to be true, and it's likely a trap-"
"Silence, little angel. I know exactly what I'm doing. This is a land of warriors, and the amount of men should be enough to create at least a few great heroes in this climate! Now, let me just…" The Chief God concentrated most of the (comparatively) small amount of godly mana left within her, preparing a spell that would span an entire country.
"Are you sure, Chief God? We have no way of ensuring this won't end in disaster for both parties…"
The Chief God shushed the angel. "They're humans…it's the best we'll get."
"You're a sick man Brad…you deserve this." Crisp spat on the ground, and drew his blades.
Birdie's eyes teared up, but he quickly wiped them away with his poncho. "Ahh hell…I guess this is it, eh? One last drink for the workin' man."
The last to speak, Buffalo took a deep breath. "I barely know you...and maybe this isn't my place to speak...but...this is humanity's last hope, brother. We gotta do what we gotta do...sorry friend..."
Across the blue-tinted wasteland, an armless man stood, surrounded by his former allies and Rando's army. All of them…they didn't understand. He needed to protect her. He needed to SAVE his daughter from these men; whether she was mankind's last hope was irrelevant.
"...no. You can't have her. All of you people are filling her head with nonsense. Blinding her…you don't understand…I'm sorry guys."
A flash of white light washed over them, and every being on Olathe was gone, never to be seen there again.
(A/N: Any feedback is appreciated! Based this off of the end of my Pain Mode, Joyless LISA: The Painful playthrough. Speaking of Joy, I have a feeling that it will become very important very soon...)