Dark World Descends: I Can Copy the Sun

The apocalypse arrives, and I can copy resources, but I'm mocked for having a useless ability—only able to copy once every ten thousand attacks. Until I pick up a Gatling gun, firing hundreds of thousands of bullets per second. Ten thousand attacks? I can do that in one second, gaining endless resources. Some think I can only copy food and weapons, unable to escape the sunless doom. I sneer—who said the sun isn't a resource? When I point to the sky and two suns hang high, this filthy end times will be ended by me.