Thoughts

With the Flying Man Eater down, Quagmire sighed in annoyance. Now, the thing that bothered his wonderful meal, he could finally enjoy. It was only through eating that he found solace, which was a huge contrast when he was back in his old world; for him, eating was the only thing that was normal and something that he was able to bring over from there to here in this forsaken world.

He was tasked by a goddess to save the world but he does not know why even he was chosen. Moreover, why have things come to this point? There are myriad races in this world; what did they do? He had travelled tens of kilometers for the past few days and he still not have seen anything other than rotting corpses and gigantic abominations known as a fat man.