The Grand Zombie Master chuckled to himself as he saw the joyous view in front of him. There it was, the glistening, swirling, defenceless ball which was the location of all the energy which powered everything in the Inner Galaxies.

It was here in the majestic White Palace that the Emperor lived, the ruler and governor of the civilised universe. The Grand Zombie Master didn’t know whether to just blow up the White Palace, or go in and have a look.

He decided that it would probably be funnier to just blow it up, so that was what he did. The Grand Zombie Master, in his stolen army conscription ship, dealt what seemed like baffling friendly fire to the White Palace. It didn’t take long before the enormously powerful lazer guns had ripped through the walls, the towers imploded and the building was a pile of rubble on the ground. It was really funny.

It was even funnier when the Grand Zombie Master’s ship started flashing at him.

“Power source is gone, I repeat, power source is gone. Prepare for crash-landing.”

The Pure Centre had gone, and that meant that all Inner Galaxy ships had lost their power – Including the Grand Zombie Master’s stolen one. Not for the first time in recent history, the Grand Zombie Master’s spaceship began to hurtle towards the ground in a hilarious manner. Only this time there were no escape pods, as their power had run out too. He wasn’t going to get out of this one.

Around the Inner Galaxies, the lights began to go out. Spaceships fell from the sky and computers everywhere failed. The White Palace was destroyed, and with it, the magical power source that kept everything going.

In Crawk, Green_Turtle_Boy_369 leapt in the air. He could see ships dropping off the radar one by one, leaving just the Crawklings out fighting.

“Guys! You need to check this out!” Everyone gathered round his computer to watch the impending doom of the Galactic Army. There was gonna be some party tonight.