pranking my best friend, slacking at my job, making teh smexytimes with my girlfriend who plays videogames, owning the noobz and having semifrequent direct conversations with god.
just another day as the protagonist of a webcomic in 2005!
but wait a minute?
who is this new character?
some sort of fox creature???
the glimmering fractal maw of the omniverse yawns wide, and an infinite myriad of worlds scatter before me like a torrent of diamonds, each refracting a different possible future. I stand at the edge of reality alongside the only people i trust to have come with me this far: my ninja foxgirl roommate Zettai Omerta, the ghost of my homie Paul who's since ascended to become a seraphim, and Jenni, the reformed evil parallel universe version of myself (who's also a cute girl but don't think about that too hard don't don't don't think about that).
my AI companion Nvidia, recently decanted from his old hacked Microsoft Zune body into a hovering onyx sphere, bobs over my shoulder and pipes up. "THE DEMIURGE CONCEALS ITSELF BEHIND THIS ENDLESS VEIL OF STARLIGHT. PROBABILITY OF LOCATING IT: 1:395,400,239,118.003."
"shit, man, that's better odds than we started with," Paul intones. "you think the PS3 ever got games in one of these universes?"
a phantom smirk haunts my lips. some things never change. i extract the Deciduum Matrix from my left-side cargo shorts pocket and hold it aloft, its eldritch light twisting and melting reality around it like taffy.
"You see us, God?" I bellow to the void. "we're COMING for your ass."
