More powerful then the Lexx and more ruthless then a dalek invasion fleet, Bodhisattva the Twisted, the most powerful entity of the known universe has arrived. Be afraid, be very Afraid. For it is quite mad, the personification of power and greed. Filled with a single minded rage, its lone eye gazes at a unsuspecting galaxy. Deep in a hidden asteriod orbiting of a dead burnt out sun, the combined efforts of a secret organization have created this abomination. Three brains, each from the worst example of its race were combined, resulting in a single warped entity. Meant as a bid for transcendence, all was lost as it became self aware. Within days all were under its hypnotic control. Within mere decades whole civilizations became enthralled, or utterly destroyed. The first brain, from the genocidal air race known as the kar'tul. In a blue gel, it still plots a end to all life. Its genocidal tendencies destroyed its own race, leaving its home world a barren lifeless waste. Now it wants barren silence for the rest of the universe. The second, large and bellowing, comes from a squidlike race of pure intellect. Not tempered by emotion, entire civilizations are no more then intellectual curiosities. Impact a asteroid here, nova a sun there, all to see how they will react. Hundreds of systems are already dead or returned to barbarism. Of no concern, they are just tapestry to weave its experiments upon. The third, and probly the worse, the picked brain of a human psychopath. Turnt dark with age but kept alive by will and machines alone, its mad fantasies of power fill it with a uncontrollable quest for power. A million imagined people march forever before it, chanting its name. Combined, they think as one. A single creature both uncontrollable and unstoppable. Could those scientist picked better subjects? No one will know now, for they are but mindless drones now. Their will gone, they are in thrall with the lifeform they have created. All bow before the great Bodhisattva. Cower before you new master. Gaze fearfully into his lone bloodshot eye. There is no hope, only servitude. Many have fought him, entire skies are littered with super-novas as the result, the worlds burnt crisp as the great one passes by. Only those that submit will remain alive. All who oppose will be crushed under its god almighty fist... umm I mean tentacle. Be afraid,,,, be very afraid.