Pikmin
After 23 days toiling on an inhospitible planet I have finally completed my spaceship. As the armada carted off my lost wealth from the decaying corpse of Emperor Beelzebub I looked over my minions with a strong sense of satisfaction. Here before me stood an army unrivaled in power. Their sheer numbers and strength were matched only by their fanatical loyalty to their beloved God. The demolition team did not budge in the face of certain death; rather, one by one. they stood there, bombs held high, as Beelzebub bore down on them, promising a certain and painful death, all for the devotion to their master. I felt a sense of lost as I sacrificed a burnt offering of one yellow to Artemis for safe travel, knowing that I felt more at home here, as a god of war and justice, than I ever did at home with my fat wife and stupid children, all of which force useless ship parts on me as alleged 'gifts.' As my ship rose I bid farewell to the Pikmin, and warned them that if they should ever forsake my memory, I would return to ravage the land and lay waste to the infidels...