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."