(this takes place AFTER my current story but in the CURRENT time period of the inkperious eon)
Supernova was sitting at his home, wherever it was. Do you think I have the time to come up with these elaborate location names?
Anyways, he was sitting on his couch by the fireplace. Doing, uhh… nothing, really. Just contemplating life. He had like, a phone. And some books. I dunno why he’s not using them. I guess it’s just to create a mood for the story. Anyways, he got a knock on the door.
Supernova: Huh, that’s odd. Nobody usually cares enough to come and see me.
He walked over to the door, but before he opened it, he felt a sense of dread… like if he opened this door, his life would change drastically.
Supernova: Oh, I just got a sense of dread like if I opened this door my life would change drastically.
Supernova: …eh, who cares?
He opened the door. To his surprise, no one was there. I mean there was a note, and a guy trying to walk away about 20 meters from his door, which he assumed was the guy who left the message there.
Supernova: Thank you for the letter.
Guy: Huh? (he started to run away and pretended that Supernova didn’t see him)
Supernova: Strange. Anyways, let’s see this letter.
He opened up the envelope it was in and started reading the note.
Supernova (whispered) blahblahblah… inkperial… blahblahblah… dra- WHAT THE-
This couldn’t be good.
