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Summoned by a mass of writhing limbs and eyes sealed away behind a wall, the StarMan stepped into his world. The conceptual horror asked him one favour for his summoning. "Make me real." It begged.
StarMan did not appreciate being asked anything from a monstrosity he didn't create. A parasite living in his world making smoke to draw attention.
It was insulting and pathetic.

Long story short, StarMan smelt trash burning and when he showed up there were toys in his sandbox be didn't make. Now he's on a mission to clean up the mess and find out who keeps putting them there.

Description
Summoned by a mass of writhing limbs and eyes sealed away behind a wall, the StarMan stepped into his world. The conceptual horror asked him one favour for his summoning. "Make me real." It begged.
StarMan did not appreciate being asked anything from a monstrosity he didn't create. A parasite living in his world making smoke to draw attention.
It was insulting and pathetic.

Long story short, StarMan smelt trash burning and when he showed up there were toys in his sandbox be didn't make. Now he's on a mission to clean up the mess and find out who keeps putting them there.