It's not the weekend, but who cares!?

“I can't feel my face when I'm with you,” he drunkenly slurred at the mass of primordial gelatin, “But I like it. I like it!” slowly, the paralysis crept across his neck, chest and extremities. In a state of ecstatic bliss, he never noticed his lover was beginning to digest him.

This was the fate of many of suitors of Cynthia, the sexiest gelatinous cube at the disco. The pounding bass would make her quiver so enticingly, all the laser lights refracted through her. Patrons of all races and all inclinations would she her quivering on the dance floor and flock to her like moths to the candle flame. Perhaps it was the drugs that made her attractive, perhaps it was that she literally was a drug. Perhaps it was the ennui that the patrons felt which made them flock to her. She was still death. But compared to an adventurer's blade, Cynthia was sexy death.

The disco never tried to bounce her from the floor, having realized that they could collect all the inorganic belongings of Cynthia's many lovers once she finished digesting them. Besides, there was something grotesquely disco about nubile young beings floating in translucent jelly, paralyzed in a state of bliss, the strobes bouncing off their jeweled and bedazzled armor. Management actually started to promote the club with her as the main attraction. Sales were never higher.

Eventually, adventurers showed up. There was blood. There always is, with adventurers.

The adventurers burned down the club with Cynthia in it. The pitiful player characters had no idea what they had unleashed onto the world. News of the razing spread to all edges of the map, and before long outposts started burning.

Five years to the day of the club being razed, Drage, king of the Disco Orks, threw the last king humanity would ever have into a massive gelatinous cube. As the ruler was floated within the caustic jelly with the members of his court, the Orcs danced sang and did strange inorganic drugs.

Within ten years, adventurers were extinct. The world was now safe for Cynthia.

This is how the world ends. Not with violence, but with dancing.