This is Nelson Godwin and he is the world’s richest man. So what do you do when you have more money than you could ever spend in a million lifetimes? Give to charity? Help the environment? Try to make the world a better place? Nah! Nelson Godwin is going to Pluto.

“Welcome to my press conference. I am here to officially announce that, I, Nelson Godwin, will be flying to Pluto . I have purchased my very own rocket ship, The Blue Goose, designed by some of the greatest minds in the aerospace technology field will take me higher than any human has ever been before. My flight is scheduled to take place in one hour.”

“So what is the point of this mission? Are you looking to make some bold scientific discoveries or look for ways to create a more sustainable planet?”

“Nah. I’m rich and I’m bored. Plus I love the publicity I’m getting” Godwin smirked.

Media from around the world had gathered to cover Godwin’s space mission. It would be the first solo mission into space by a civilian.

“To infinity and beyond!” Godwin gleefully shouted only to receive some polite applause and forced laughter by the reporters assembled for this event.

A few minutes later the rocket took off from Cape Canaveral in Florida as Godwin headed towards a whole new stratosphere.

While Godwin revelled in all of the attention he was getting, he was unaware that the harmless looking meteorite that soared past his rocket was on a collision course with Earth.
“Ground Control to Mr. Godwin” a voice from the command centre called out.

“C’mon, say it!” Godwin implored.

“Sigh. Alright. Ground Control to Major Godwin.  You will be heading back to Earth in five minutes. Be prepared for……”

“For what? You’re not coming in clearly. I’m just getting static. Can you hear me? Anyone?” Godwin began to panic. 

Godwin desperately tried to make contact with the command centre but it was all for not. There was nothing but dead air on the other end. As the rocket ship began to re-enter Earth’s atmosphere it began to catch fire. Pieces of the rocket began to break off as it came crashing down. Godwin braced for impact as his prized rocket exploded upon impact. Lucky for Godwin he was thrown from the ship moments before it crashed. Godwin laid on the ground dazed and a little sore from the crash. He tried to shield his eyes from the bright sun as he struggled to get to his feet. Suddenly something or someone cast a shadow over his prone body.

“He’s alive! I need to get him to the underground tunnels before they arrive!” a mysterious voice declared. The man began to lift Godwin up when he broke free from the stranger’s grasp.

“Who are you? What is going on?” Godwin screamed.

 “All of your questions will be answered in due time. But we need to remove you from this site before they arrive!” the men cried out.

 “Before who arrives?” Godwin demanded to know.

“THEM!” the bearded man shouted as a massive colony of giant ants arrived. 
“What the heck are those things?” Godwin shouted in disbelief.

 “They’re a species of alien ants and they’ve taken over the world!” the man yelled. “Quick! We need to get to the hovercraft!” the man screamed as he lead Godwin towards what looked more like a dinghy than an actual hovercraft. The pair was able to escape before the colony of devious ants could converge upon them.

“I’m so confused? What is going on?” Godwin asked. “A giant meteorite crashed into Earth unleashing an army of angry alien ants. Soon the ants began to mutate and eventually they conquered the planet. If you were bitten by one of them, you would turn into a mutant ant. Scientists from every corner of the globe scrambled to find an Ant-idote but not everyone was willing to take it. A small group of humans survived but the planet was left in ruins. “How did you miss all this?” the man asked.

“Uh, I was in outer space!” Godwin sarcastically replied.

“Oh, right. Well this all happened rather quickly.”

“Now where are taking me?” a weary Godwin asked.

“The only place its safe. Our underground lair where the rest of the survivors are.”

A reluctant Godwin followed his rescuer through a long dark tunnel before entering a cave that gave refuge to what was left of humanity.

“I was only in space for a little while. How did all of this happen in such a short time?”

“Anything’s possible in The MCU” the other man replied.

“This is a Marvel story? Cool!” Godwin smiled.

“It’s The Mazur Creative Universe actually.”

“Oh” an unimpressed Godwin groaned.

“Halt! Who dares enter our place of refuge!”

“At ease guardsman. He is with me. rescued him after his rocket crashed a couple of miles away.”

“How do we know that he is not one them?”

“He was in outer space when the Ant-pocalypse befell our planet. Let us pass as I must bring him to The Exalted One.”

“Yes Cartwright, but be wary. Without proof of the cure we do not know who to trust.” 
Cartwright and Godwin continued down another long, dark tunnel. They passed by groups of people huddled together scared, disheveled, and hungry.

“Just give me a couple more minutes to finish this book” a studious child remarked.

“This nerd is ‘The Exalted One?’ He’s like 11 years old. How is he your leader?” Godwin sneered.

“He is no regular child. He was always an intelligent kid who got straight A’s in school. After the army of ants devastated our planet humanity was left with no hope. That’s when we discovered our saviour. We learned that the force was with him.”

“Whoa! He’s a Jedi?” Godwin gushed.

“Better. He’s an expert at Minecraft. Once we defeat the ants he is going to redesign the entire planet with his mind.”

“This whole thing is nuts. Thanks but no thanks. I think I’m better off on my own” Godwin stormed off only to walk right into a brick wall. “Owwww! Where did that wall come from?”

“Like I said, The Exalted One is a master of Minecraft. He can create walls, buildings, and entire cities with his imagination” Cartwright snickered.
injured and embarrassed by the young savant, Godwin agreed to join the band of survivors.

“Cartwright, assemble the rest of the survivors. I have finally come up with a plan to defeat the alien ants once and for all. And Godwin I’m gonna need your help as well.”

“I have devised a plan involving Godwin’s rocket and a bomb comprised of a few household items. The plan is to repair the rocket, attach the bomb, and then fly it straight into the Ant Hill in the Antilles, their home base.”

“Whoa! Do you have any idea how much money I spent on that rocket? There’s no way I’m letting you destroy my rocket!”  Godwin protested.

“The person who completes this mission will probably go down in history as Earth’s greatest hero. I can only imagine the adulation he would receive from the public” Cartwright said.

“I’m in!” Godwin declared. “Alert the paparazzi!”

On their way to retrieve the rocket, Godwin and Cartwright found themselves surrounded by a group of odd-looking creatures.

 “What are those things?” a panicked Godwin wondered.

“Don’t worry. They’re on our side. These little dudes are The Chumba Wumbas. They’ve been around for as long as humans have inhabited the Earth. You see, they get knocked but they get up again and you’re never gonna keep them down. They are also scavengers who will provide us with the necessary materials to repair the rocket.”

“Holy Mackerel! The rocket is surrounded by giant ants!” Godwin bellowed.
“Don't worry, I’ve got a plan and here it is” Cartwright responded as he dug into a burlap sac filled with supplies.

“A picnic basket? They’re aliens ants ,not Yogi Bear” Godwin chuckled.

“I’m going to lure the ants away by leaving a trail of food. Whether it’s on Earth or a far away galaxy, ants can’t resist a good picnic. Once the ants have cleared out, The Chumba Wumbas will fix the rocket, attach the bomb, and launch it into The Ant Hill.”