Om is King of the Jungle.

Om watched from the cover of the trees as his Queen was turned into a grey leather doll by the box in Greta's hands.

He felt an ever increasing power in his leg muscles and jaws as his head and body grew to ten times their original size.

The Pharoahs and visitors had warned him not to abuse his power when the time came, he still remembered their kindness towards him all those years ago.

For Om the transition from housecat to ancient god merging with the game's reality had been relatively seamless. Something in him had always known and prepared him for this moment to shine like Orion's belt suspended above the Earth.

He watched with burning eyes as the box's spell worked it's dark curse into the physical aspect of his Queen: Z.

He had no more time to waste!

Two huge red poles of liquid Magma hit the box in Greta's hands and lifted it high into the air. She tried in vain to desperately retrieve her prized object as it went spinning overhead glued to the red beams of Om's eye burners. As Greta figured out what was happening she moved towards Om but stopped when she noticed his increased physical size. 

Women were now flocking to the scene to aid their leader. The men in the compound had all been repayed for their hard work in building the houses and infrastructure of the jungle camp by being aged into infirmity by Greta and her box.

"It's for the best."  She had told her female acolytes at the time."This way they can't hurt us." And nobody had questioned her wisdom as she was always right, about everything!

Well now they had a real live situation on their hands. As Om destroyed the box he now moved his attention to the cage holding Z. His eye beams torched the lock clean off and Z, who was rejuvenated back to her old self now, kicked her way out of the bamboo prison and ran at Greta.

"You fucking little bitch!" Screamed Z at the guru who was running towards her house in the compound. Om wasn't burning or harming any of the women gathered, with his eye beams. He was focused more on melting any weapons he saw in the assembled war party which the women dropped as the metal started glowing red.

Greta whistled in a strange way and Kodo, the monster Croc, came out of his lair beneath her house. 

Kodo was a good thirty metres long with green algae stuck to his primordial armoured plates. His head was a huge brown death log dominated by two orange eyes and his massive jaws, which he now opened to reveal the annihilating power of his jagged yellow teeth.

As Greta made it inside her house before slamming and locking the door, Kodo waddled menacingly in the direction of Om with his jaws primed for attack 

Om leaped at Kodo, and the Croc attempted to sink his teeth into the battle cats orange fur. He was met with a mouthful of scalding lava from Om's eyes and he hissed as the magma entered his open mouth. Kodo seemed to learn by his mistakes and closed his mouth as he tried to subdue Om with his superior body mass and deadly claws. The Orange cat had some fangs of his own! And he found the vulnerable soft opening between Kodos legs and savaged him until he let out an agonised scream of a hiss. Om now had the adventage and as the orange warrior cat felt the enormous Crocs body go limp, he released his feline death bite for a brief moment and opened up the croc on the underside of his belly from his freshly gored genitals to his scaley throat. The large river beast was now immobile and appeared to be living his last moments as the women who were joined by the newly rejuvenated males of EXIT/STENCE all gasped and cheered as Z ran towards Orangeman and he licked the goo and saliva of the mangled Croc from his fur.