magnadeus
professional fifthist
CB: Jack.JackOfHearts said:Jack obviously couldn't answer, he was unconscious. Although, if Janet bothered to actually check up on him she'd notice that IT KINDA LOOKED LIKE HE WAS DEAD. You know, with the knifearang sticking out of his back, him lying on the floor, and him not moving or speaking at all. But, luckily he wasn't dead, just on Prospit, flying around randomly like an idiot.
JACK: OHMYGODTHISPLACEISSOFUCKINGCOOLI'MFLYINGRIGHTNOWWHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
CB: Jack?
CB: Are you busy, or like...dead?
CB: Oh god I hope you're not dead.
Janet was definitely going to worry more about that later, but for now, goddammit no. That was it? Her quest was to cry into a wall? Gah, she was just so frustrated. Whatever. She had exhausted herself. She was just now realizing that she hadn't eaten in like a day. She needed to recuperate. Ahead of her was a gigantic rock with spires. Eh, whatever. She decided to take a rest on it. She felt like she was being beckoned to it, anyways. By a voice in her head?
-MEANWHILE IN ANOTHER UNIVERSE-
A man stands at a monitor, having accomplished his goal.
"Alright. You'll be the best god tier there ever was, I know it." a dignitary mutters to himself.