A truck pulled up to the charred remains of ViserAge Software. The driver stepped out of his vehicle and looked around the abandoned wreckage. He threw his head back and laughed very hard. "Soon, dear nephew, it will be your time to fulfill the prophecy. A pity that UncleCide failed to awaken a blinding rage towards me." Zor-El tore off his suit to reveal the costume of Zor-El. "For now, I must take care to Kara to prevent her from ruining things." Zor-El set fire to his truck and then flew off into the dark cloudy skies.

Clark Kent was happy. ViscerAge had been taken down, the brainwashing had worn off, and the parents have grouped together to burn down the last of Metropolis' video game stores. No longer would Superman have to worry about the lost and wasted lives caused by the tyranny of video games. Now the children of Metropolis could look forward to living lives.

But then, Kent saw a familiar figure lying in a gloomy alley. He recognized this figure as none other as Jimmy Olsen. "Someone, please help me…" There lie the strongest casualty of the video game menace, deformed into a creature so pitiful, it would be difficult to believe that it once had the potential to be something in this world.

"Get away from me, loser."