Julian was a man's man and he died the way he lived, being the most badass mo'smurfer around. On his way to satisfy his intense hunger for animal flesh, his best friend The Childlike Empress sent him an urgent message that Fantasia was in trouble and only he could help. An unstoppable force known only as The Nothing was tearing Fantasia a new one, only one man was capable of putting an end to such an asshole.
Julian hopped on his trusty steed Artex and sped straight off to help his friend and her kingdom. Through many pitfalls and perils, Julian arrived at the heart of Fantasia and current location of The Nothing. The Nothing snarled at Julian and in one swift motion swallowed Artex whole. "You'll pay for that, he was my favorite horse," said Julian, clenching his fists for battle. He leapt into the air and knocked that pussy square in the jaw. The Nothing retaliated by slashing Julian's chest, leaving ribbons where a shirt once was. Julian looked down at the crimson streams running down his rock hard abs and said, "This ends now."
Unleashing a yell that sent angels running in fear, Julian charged full speed at the beast. He launched himself upwards and for a faint second blotted out the sun with the size of his muscles and sheer badassity. Coming down with all the power he could muster, he sent a a fist straight into the skull of the beast and sent blood and skull fragments flying for miles. Both combatants collapsed in a sea of red, dotted with islands of white.
Just as Julian drew his last breath, he could see the outline of a great, ivory beast flying down toward him. He smiled and greeted Death with a swift kick to the nuts, took his robe and scythe, and sent him packing. "I am become Death, destroyer of worlds!" barked Julian as he donned his new attire and walked into the sunset. Literally.