So, that didn't go well. Of course Earth was outmatched against the alien Zin empire, but I had hopes that somehow the U.S.A. President and the Third Street Saints would pull through.

It's always difficult watching a world fall no matter what the cause, but especially when it's due to outside forces. I'd be lying if I said it didn't remind me of Hyrule. Every part of me burns to help, even in just some small way, but what right do I have to change what happens? At the end of the end I'm just one person.

Still, there is some hope. The president and the Saints prevail, fighting back against their digital prison. I'll continue to observe and cheer silently. There are few people in the multiverse as defiant as the Saints. If they can't get their way, no one can.