Rajapendra Cookie

The end of all history leads, inevitably, to mortality. And thus, there will be nothing that remains but hollow piles of ash! Darkness crept deep into Rajapendra Cookie's heart, twisting even the core of who and what he was. The countless, dazzling sagas Cookies had ever raised up, brick by brick, was never anything more to him than ruin postponed. In his mind, history was always doomed to perish meaninglessly. In his mind... he was the only one who could see everything clearly. He would no longer wait for civilizations to rot where they stood. Nay, he would end the cycle himself. True salvation, true mercy, could only mean one thing... molting, shedding, and dismantling in totality every trace of a decayed, rotting world, stripping it all away, dough and all. For only then could something eternal, truly unending, finally be born from the ruins. Now he stands ready to write the final period on a world of Cookies still flailing, still struggling to hold on... To him, this whole stagnant world is nothing more than a husk. A shell to be shed, and left behind, on the way to something far greater. And so, at last... the perfect, destructive heartbeat of the end begins.