The plane crashed into the deserted star, and I summoned players from Earth to be tool men.
Players are infinitely resurrected, and the more they die, the more excited they become, teasing the natives and provoking interstellar forces everywhere.
Alien civilizations fear death but cherish their lives, but my players are the only ones who are not afraid of death.
They were going crazy, but I won silently, opened up wasteland and exploded troops, dominated the sea of stars, and created a galactic human empire!
