I had six arms and my mental powers became such that even the multiverse could not deny my overwhelming glow. They sent denizen after denizen to consume my mind, only for them to become slaves to it. I cut a path bright and brilliant across the wastes and into the depths of Qud itself. Mighty though I was, a rocket has no mind to enslave, and gives little ♥♥♥♥ how mighty you are. I was returned to Qud like the swathe of foes behind me. 10/10.