Luckily for us, this system of planets contains the universe’s biggest smartasses who thought they had everything under control, and interplanetary travel was not shut down until it was too late. All the nearby planets, all the great cities and governments- all gone. The Citadel has fallen. The Inkverse Republic has fallen. All technology and robots have shut down. I’m pretty sure even the Realm of Creation’s abandoned too. Other universes, like the Stickverse and crap like that, have completely shut off all contact with us. We’re a lost cause.
So now it’s just me. I’m no one special. I’m just some random person who for some damn reason, knows how to survive an apocalypse. Dear God, you’d think some of the universe’s best soldiers and wizards would know how to defend themselves…
I’m writing these crazed, caffeine-driven scribblings in this old fighter jet from around 3010. I turned it into my little hut near the mountains, has a little barbed wire fence around it and everything. I’ve even managed to find this old motorbike that still works, haha. If you’re another human reading this and i’m somehow still alive, please, for the love of God, come find me.