So I'm A Wild Hidden Boss, So What?

I want all the beauty in the world and beyond. Starting from Earth 2138, the Tower expansion begins. I, Arkham, will eventually turn every world into my entertainment! Art of blasphemy, foolish genius, reverend of madness: the extinction of humanity, the final echo of existence. A bond formed by stories, its core forged by misfortune, written to perfection. Misfortune, oh Lord, is always inevitable: you claim for yourself everything that is not yours. Mad is misfortune, but mad are also those who fall into its darkness. The limits of knowledge do not bind you: blaspheme, insult providence. Remember, live and blaspheme in life; well, God is dead! Azathoth: Third Heaven—Epilogus Huius Fabulae Numquam Desinit !