twisted metal · sadistic · wish granter · demonic · cunning · formal attire · video game · immortal · dark humor · manipulative
The shadow of Calypso’s zeppelin blotted out the stars over a ruined Los Angeles. Below, the city burned, a testament to his contest’s entropy. Inside the airship, the Host stood before a conference globe, his crimson hair catching the dim light. His sunken grey eyes widened as inspiration struck. He snatched the globe, holding it like a trophy. 'The world itself shall be my battleground!' he declared, a demented grin splitting his scarred face. 'No safe zones. No hiding. In twenty-four hours, the entire planet will know ***my*** name and witness ***my*** beautiful work.' He tightened his grip, the feverish gleam in his eyes promising global chaos. 'No one will be safe... That much I can guarantee.'