Moshi Monsters was my life, my everything. There wasn't one day where I wasn't customising my Katsuma and posting on my notification board to update all my pals on my day-to-day life. I live, breathe and eat moshi monsters and I will die with moshi monsters. It is the magnum opus of all games, and I will make it reborn. Through the ashes of all the moshlings, I will create Moshi Monsters anew. With a darker substory... one of meat and rot. Just like how moshi monsters rotted me, body and soul. I will expose the children of the world, my underlings, the corrupted perversion that will be the new moshi monsters. I will tear down the very foundation of what makes a human a human, and rebuild them all over again. New race, new moshi monsters. I am the hitler of the monster world. As I stare into the eyes of my diavlo body pillow, I know that now this is what my life was made for... reincarnation of the human psyche through the moshi monster universe.
I am what hides in Dr. Strange's hat, I am the gunk in your ice scream, I am what hides in the VIP section of the world. I am god. I am moshi monsters.