After the King of All Cosmos finishes crushing the solar system during a wine-soaked rampage, his son seeks his father's mercurial approval through the slaughter of innocents. Success is measured by the intensity of the Prince's bouts of obsessive destruction, theft, and murder. In failure, the Prince just falls to his knees, groveling while pelted with rain and insults. He never says a single word, and cannot be provoked by cruel taunts at his appearance, skills, or patrimony - much less the absorption of dozens upon dozens of men, women, and children who are then condemned to the furnace of a constellation.1














