As joe treaded the formidable landscapes here he confronted mutants aliens predators demons cyborgs monsters one after the other all back to back, he only entered the dome, never really laid back even, never rested.

As he became the master he kept getting blacked. So needed lot of medicine viles food to heal. Nothing would go down his throat no medicine to cure him, until the master really gave it to him, through his agents and middle men. જો never really met the master in the jungle, only navigated it.

He built a gun called the Me. Everything else he wore or used was made of haye as those of the masters’. જો never killed a આરરો here only neutralized them using his ghost busting tools. Turned those hayes into dust, harmless, natural soil. Others he turned them into relics of hell those he hid, and used to evade આરરો.

He forged Runes out the masters reckoning, backdoors, but with a cost, into અરરો arsenal, giving him powerups. He only fell at times when the real master arrived and he got hit by him, even taken into his custody for a while, a quasi earth where all this seemed like a bad dream, only to wake up in a nightmare, back in hell.