Professor Scratch
Sweeps in the past, but not many...
Your name is DAMARA MEGIDO, and you live a charmed life.
You live in East Beforus on a commune of other POWERFUL PSYCHICS, learning to hone your ABILITIES. Your abilities are PARTICULARLY POWERFUL, and while you're pleased with this, you don't let it GET TO YOUR HEAD. Despite being in the company of your castemates, you feel a MALAISE upon your life that you can't pinpoint, but that feeling always GOES AWAY when you talk to your MOIRAIL.
Today is a special day for you, as you are leaving the commune to VISIT said moirail, and you can't wait to see him! The journey is somewhat arduous, but you're sure it'll be worth it.
In fact, the SEA-SCUTTLEBUGGY is pulling into the dock just now!
You speak in an east alternian dialect and your online handle is anatanoAkuyaku.
What will you do?
Greet moirail! ==>
As much as you want to greet Mituna, you cannot, for Mituna is nowhere to be seen. You have a single bag with you, a modest drawstring affair that contains your clothes and not much else. You bite your lip. He didn't abandon you, did he? You turn to a dock attendant and draw upon your limited knowledge of West Beforan.
DAMARA: Y... Yellowblood?
The attendant blinks at you, and speaks in broken Eastern. You sigh in relief.
Author's note: Speech in [brackets] is translated.
ATTENDANT: [You are looking for yellowblood?]
DAMARA: [Yes!]
ATTENDANT: [There was one here earlier looking for rustblood. But he-]
The attendant searches for the word. His Eastern isn't good, but you appreciate the effort.
ATTENDANT: [...Fell down?]
You blink.
DAMARA: [Fainted?]
ATTENDANT: [Yes! Fainted. From excitement.]
The attendant points you towards a first-aid station. Sure enough, just like the attendant said, Mituna is there. Your bloodpusher leaps in your chest. He's laid out on a nurse's cot, a surly tealblood frowning down at him.
DAMARA: [Tuna!]
MITUNA: >[holy shit. mara. haha- shoot, i'm sorry you had to see this. i got so excited when i saw your ship pull in that i kind of lost my cool.]
The tealblood rolls his eyes and wanders off. Looks like Mituna is okay and the both of you have some privacy.
DAMARA: [It's wonderful to meet you at last!]
DAMARA: [Even if you are in pain.]
MITUNA: >[i'm okay! really.]
To prove his point, he stands up. You help him to your feet, and just the light touch of supporting his weight is enough to give you comfort. It appears he feels the same way, as the support turns into a hug. His helmeted head bonks yours awkwardly, but you don't care.
MITUNA: >[i know it's our first time meeting, but...]
MITUNA: >[i missed you.]
Mituna's Eastern is good. He has an accent that makes you chuckle, but he learned it for you. You've never met someone who cared so much.
DAMARA: [I missed you too.]
MITUNA: >[oh yeah. your auntie was looking for you.]
DAMARA: [An-ti?]
DAMARA: [What does that mean?]
MITUNA: >[i don't know. some kind of puppet was walking around asking about you. it's probably some kind of weird robot toy.]
You laugh.
DAMARA: [A puppet was looking for me?]
You slug Mituna on the arm. He's a spindly guy and you're surprisingly strong for a psychic, so in response, he squawks like a beaked mimicbeast. He laughs, too, offering a slug in return. It's much weaker, but you patronize him with an "ow" of your own.
MITUNA: >[yeah! a puppet. do you have any other friends from west beforus?]
DAMARA: [It could be Horuss. I don't know him well, but he's a friend of a friend.]
Mituna shrugs.
MITUNA: >[well either way- you didn't come to west beforus to see puppets. c'mon, the walk back to my hive is long.]
MITUNA: >[oh, and don't mind that my hive is kind of bare. i'm shipping out to pilot school soon.]
You hold his hand tentatively, swinging it lazily. It's strange being in a place where no one speaks your language, getting looks from every angle, but it's better now that Mituna is here. You both make your way out of the docks and towards a dirt path that leads into the woods.
The silence between you both is comfortable as you make tracks. Mituna was right, the route is long, but the woods are sparse and the pink moon shines above. The road is dusty, not meant for scuttlebuggies, but that doesn't stop the occasional motorist from trundling through anyway. Each time they do, you and Mituna step off the dirt path to let them pass.
DAMARA: [Was that the puppet you were talking about?]
You ask, looking back on the dirt trail. Sure enough, a petite figure is following you both, waving a hand as if to hail you.
MITUNA: >[hey, yeah. it is! let's go see what it wants.]
Mituna stops and doubles back. Soon enough, the puppet and the two of you meet. The puppet is wearing a lab coat and in lieu of a head, it has an 8-ball. Mituna seems put off, prodding its felt stomach.
MITUNA: >[this thing could talk before, it was weird.]
To both of your surprise, the puppet speaks. Its East Alternian is flawless.
SCRATCH: [Good morning to the both of you.]
SCRATCH: [I won't be long, I have a simple errand to run.]
SCRATCH: [Do excuse my frantic nature. I was never a good host.]
You exchange a look with Mituna. You think this thing is hilarious, but Mituna is stepping back, hand gripping yours more tightly.
SCRATCH: [Captor-san. Please step back.]
Mituna mouths a word you can't hear as the pupet draws something from its coat-pocket. You blink. You suddenly feel weightless as the world fades to black.
===
When your eyes open, you're laying on a respiteslab in an unfamiliar room. You blink again, looking at your hands. Are you... Dead?
Your hands begin to shake. You swallow. That puppet shot you with something. You're sure of it. Mituna looked absolutely distraught, broken up, but... You didn't get a good look at him before you lost consciousness.
DAMARA: [Hello?]
You open the door to your mysterious purple room, looking around. The place seems empty. You look down at yourself, taking stock of the purple pajamas that you're now wearing. Does everyone get purple pajamas in the afterlife?
Returning to your room, you look out a window. Beneath you is a purple city, topped with spires and steeples, people milling about the streets far far below. Looks like you're in a tower. Six identical towers dot the landscape of the dark purple planet.
???: pst. hey. kid.
There's a voice behind you. You jump, and reflexively, you grab something nearby, hurling it with your psychic power at him. The bedside table takes flight and strikes the interloper in the stomach. He "oofs" and falls over.
???: heh. i like your style, squirt. but i'm a pal, not an enemy.
You... Don't understand what this strange man is saying. You cock your head.
DAMARA: [Do you speak Eastern?]
The man cocks his head, dusting off his jacket of table-debris.
???: yeah, so i'm detectin' a language barrier here. not a huge fan. i'm just gonna give ya what i'm s'posed to 'n go.
???: the names dd.
DAMARA: Dee... Dee?
DD: that's the ticket, squirt.
DD: now just take this.
dd drops a gun to the floor, kicking it over to you. You recoil from it. You never liked guns, and considering you've just been shot with one, you're not a fan in particular.
DD: don't worry. can't hurt'cha. it's a teleporter. TEL-E-PORT-ER.
Servant scratches his head dubiously, but you understood that word.
DAMARA: Ah- Teleport. Yes!
You don't know what you're supposed to do with it, but SS demonstrates. He puts his fingers to his head in the shape of a gun.
DD: ya just- shoot yourself if you want to go somewhere.
DD: the black queen made me make this delivery, so-
You mimick his action, taking the transportalizer in-hand.
DD: wait, no not right n-!
ZAP.
dd isn't able to finish his sentence. You're suddenly in the forest. A different forest, but one clearly on Beforus. You look around, suddenly feeling very alone and frightened. You're still wearing your purple pajamas and they are more breezy than the outfits you're used to. You clutch the teleporter gun tightly and pull the trigger again. It clicks, inert.
DAMARA: Fuck!
That's one Western word you know. Looks like the teleporter didn't survive the trip. You crushed it with your knee when you teleported back to the planet.
As time went on, you slowly pieced together what happened. Your suspicions were correct. You HAD been killed, according to Mituna. Evaporated in an accident involving someone called the Pink Demon.
You couldn't face him, though. Mituna was too... Heartbroken, and for as irrational as you know it is, you can't come clean. You know it's your fault.
Instead, you make contact with a friendly fairy-boy named Rufioh and make your new life in the woods with his lost weeaboos.
The rest is history.
===
Years in the present... Presently.
Looks like the cat's out of the bag. A meddler like Aranea is sure to blab the fact that you're still alive back to Tuna. He's bound to find out eventually... It doesn't matter, though. It's been so long since you've thought of him. So long since you were able to care, and the final nail in that coffin was reading Rufioh's last texts to you.
You don't even feel heartbroken or betrayed. You don't bother responding. You just feel hollow.
--- cruelCondescension began trolling anatanoAkuyaku ---
CC: haha shit
CC: you still alive??
CC: tuna said you bit it big time but here you are
AA: Eat dick, Piexes.
CC: damn
CC: snarky as ever
CC: water-ever i didnt come to gloat
CC: even though im positive thatll come later
CC: on account of you n rufiohs lil breakup
AA: Who told you??
CC: omg come on who do you think
AA: Aranea.
CC: yuuuuuup
AA: How the fuck did she know?
CC: who knows shes such a gossip
CC: eugh...
CC: hey jokes aside dead gill
CC: your western is p good
AA: Eat shit.
AA: Tell me what you want then leave.
CC: fine
CC: its gonna sound fuckin stupid but
CC: theres a mummy lookin for u
CC: like in the medium with us
CC: so watch out ig
--- cruelCondescension ceased trolling anatanoAkuyaku ---
You grit your teeth. You can't believe you used to consider her pitch romance material. Now her words just make you sick. Still- She's not a liar. You wonder what the fuck she meant by "there's a mummy looking for you."
Surrounding you is the Land of Decay and Melody, an appropriately grim place for your mood. All around you are unlit lightbulbs strung from telephone poles. You're sure that they have something to do with some kind of quest, but you don't really have time to deal with any quest right now.
Because you've just decided this game sucks.
Everyone in it sucks. Meenah, the inconsiderate bitch. Aranea, the snooping meddler. Horuss, the matesprit stealer. Rufioh, the cad. The only decent one was Mituna, and god knows where he was or how betrayed he now felt about all this.
And- Speak of the devil. Your palmhusk vibrates.
--- tragicAeons began trolling anatanoAkuyaku ---
TA: >who3ver this is piloting damara's phone.
TA: >stop it.
TA: >it's not funny. you're not funny.
TA: >impersonating dead people isn't funny.
TA: >is that you, hansom??
AA: [Mituna, it's me.]
TA: >stop it.
AA: [I'm sorry.]
TA: >i saw you die.
TA: >i saw h3r d1e.
AA: [I did die. I evaporated, just like you said. It was the Pink Demon.]
TA: >[so... what? you got better??]
AA: [No. I woke up. On derse. Someone gave me a teleport gun and I ended up back on Beforus.]
TA: >[you had an extra fucking life?]
TA: >[that's complete bullshit. that's not possible. derse is a dream world! kurloz goes there to dream!!!]
AA: [It's real. Derse is here, in the medium.]
AA: [Mituna, please. Don't be angry with me.]
TA: >[i didn't hear from you in... in sweeps! damara, i went on thinking you were dead for years!]
You don't know what to say to Mituna. This isn't how you pictured this reunion. The feelings that you thought had hollowed you out come creeping back with a vengeance, gripping your heart icily. Your hands shake. You don't know what you're typing.
TA: >[why didn't you... tell me?]
AA: [Because you couldn't save me.]
AA: [You make me sick. You make me want to puke. You little coward.]
TA: >[wait, damara. wait. what? damara.]
AA: [You're pathetic. You couldn't even stop a puppet from killing me. Idiot. Idiot!]
AA: [I can't believe I was moirails with a leech like you. Pathetic idiot!]
You sigh, your breath rattling. Tears sting your eyes as you type, tripping over your own words. The hollow feeling creeps back and you feel sweet relief. Killing the last thing you ever cared about.
Maybe the only thing.
AA: [I didn't want to see you ever again after you failed me.]
--- anatanoAkuyaku blocked tragicAeons ---
You crush your palmhusk with your psychic abilities. Looks like you have nothing, now.
ARADIA: hiya! 0u0
You nearly jump out of your skin. Is that a fucking mummy?!
Be Mituna. ==>
You are now Mituna. Presently, you're with Kurloz on Derse, in the very dream world you feebly tried to discount. Kurloz has hatched a plan to dispatch the Pink Demon, one that now seems so far away that you can barely think. Kurloz silently taps you on the shoulder. He signs at you- You can't understand sign language well, yet, but you understand him.
KURLOZ: [Hurry up.]
MITUNA: >gh. SORRY. sorry. sorry. sorry.
You mutter the word over and over, finding yourself unable to stop. You swallow thickly.
KURLOZ: [Be calm.]
You nod, but it's a little to emphatic. Kurloz places a hand on your shoulder and you take a deep breath. You have a new moirail now, and an important mission. Damara can wait.
The plan is simple. Due to some kind of glitch in the works, Kurloz found out that you in fact have two dream selves. Neither of them have ever awoken, but that can change, with the help of Porrim. Porrim has a unique ability to awaken dreamers, which will be the linchpin of the plan you've come up with.
Basically, using Kurloz's abilities and your massive psiionics, you'll corner the Pink Demon between the both of you and unleash fury. Kurloz's dreamself still has working vocal chords with which to use the Last Honk and you have your own psionics as well as the help of one of your dream selves. The power of the three of you has to be enough to beat the Demon.
Plus, Kurloz knows right where she is. The Black Queen's castle. She hasn't moved since Kurloz and Meenah's last assault, almost as if she's inviting the challenge.
MITUNA: >can't this v3rs1on of you thpeak?
MITUNA: >i mean, speak?
Kurloz nods, but makes the zipper-lips hand motion. You nod.
MITUNA: >i'm sorry. 1 shouldn't ask you to br8k your vow of silence.
You're glad Kurloz understands, smiling.
You're both waiting for Porrim to arrive. The both of you made it to Derse- His dreamer body and your real body, as well as your dream-body. It's a little strange, sitting next to a clone of yourself, especially one without your helmet. You'd comment on how frizzy your hair is to Kurloz, but your mind can't get off of Damara's words. Even Kurloz's companionship isn't enough.
You can feel that feeling. The same feeling of when you killed your lusus. You're getting unhinged again, and when you do it's dangerous.
Luckily for you, Porrim arrives.
PORRIM: Hello+, bo+ys.
PORRIM: Yo+u're lucky I came. These dream selves aren't just puppets to+ be discarded. I'm dubio+us as to+ yo+ur mo+tivatio+ns, but I trust yo+u bo+th, if o+nly tenuo+usly.
Instead of signing, Kurloz flips Porrim off.
Porrim, unperturbed, touches her hands to your dream-self's face. As soon as she touches it, you feel odd- Fuzzy. Your psionics crackle and Porrim hesitates.
PORRIM: Mituna, are yo+u o+kay?
MITUNA: >n3v3r b3773r.
PORRIM: ...Right.
With trepidation, Porrim finishes.
PORRIM: It will take a mo+ment, and yo+u might no+t be able to+ co+ntro+l bo+th selves at o+nce, but... Yo+u sho+uld awaken to+ yo+ur dreamself so+o+n, Mituna. Whatever yo+u two+ are do+ing... I just ho+pe it's wo+rth it.
You and Kurloz nod solemnly as she flies away. Dream-You stirs, mumbling something, like he's having a bad dream.
To be fair... You feel like you're having a bad dream.
You stagger, clutching your helmet. Sparks fly from it, and Kurloz retracts his hand from your shoulder, looking nervously at you. He swallows, signing before hefting your duplicate over his shoulder.
KURLOZ: [Let's go.]
===
Before, Mituna wondered if I was awaiting their arrival because I was mocking them.
To be clear, I am.
I think I deserve some amount of smugness. After all, they think they can eliminate me, which, frankly, is laughable.
It is exciting, though. In the Medium, I am not omnipotent, so I do not know how this fight will shake out, other than its inevitable winner. Me.
They are coming. This much I can still intuit. They'll be here in minutes.
While we wait, dear reader, I'd like to say thank you. For trusting me. For not caving into the nasty rhetoric of the Moonman and sticking with me to the end.
I put a lot of work into this narrative and-
Oh!
My apologies. I'll have to save my appreciation for after the fight.
Unlike Meenah's garish entrance, Kurloz's next entrance is more measured than before. The door to my throne room opens wide, and, standing in it, are two pathetic boys and a spare corpse-to-be. Laughable.
SCRATCH: Good evening, gentlemen.
SCRATCH: Or... Is it evening? I can hardly tell on this featureless planetoid.
SCRATCH: Make yourselves at home. I'm afraid the furniture is sparse.
SCRATCH: I was never a good host. I don't see why I should start.
As is expected, Kurloz doesn't speak, pacing towards me in a manner I expect he imagines is menacing.
SCRATCH: Careful now, boy.
SCRATCH: Wouldn't want to blow out another set of vocal chords.
SCRATCH: Unless you're trying to deafen a person in each of your quadrants.
Kurloz doesn't speak, but his eye twitches. Poor mortals are so susceptible to mocking. It truly is their downfall.
MITUNA: >p-p1nk...
If I had eyebrows I would raise them. Mituna collapses onto the floor, clutching his head.
SCRATCH: Kurloz, dear, your partner in crime and his doppleganger are both in no state to fight.
SCRATCH: His old moirail officially broke things off with him, I hear.
SCRATCH: Why don't you console him? Make a nice horn pile and run along while I operate the strings.
Kurloz doesn't indulge my offer of mercy, but he does look back at the Mitunas hesitantly. I call to Mituna across the hall.
SCRATCH: Tuna, dear, please talk some sense into your mute friend, here. I'm no demon!
SCRATCH: Are you still mad about that affair in the woods?
If I had lips I'd smirk. Rubbing it in is ever so sweet.
SCRATCH: Is the memory still etched in your helmeted head? You little fool.
Mituna collapses onto the ground.
SCRATCH: Are you still angry you couldn't save her?
I chuckle, readying my fingers to
MITUNA: 
Oh, shit.
Mituna sort of-
Okay. Shit. Fuck. This wasn't how this was supposed to-
Haha. Dear reader. Don't mind me, I'm-
MITUNA:
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Fuck.
KURLOZ: 
Scratch's words are drowned out, both in the narrative and in the hall. The duo is staggeringly effective, Kurloz's honk cracking the walls while Sollux's eye beams liquefy the wall behind Scratch. Scratch's puppet body stands no chance, failing to outrun the volley.
Her 8-ball cracks in the line of fire.
Before any blue liquid hits the floor... It evaporates.
Kurloz raises his voice in his final words, breaking his vow, roaring over the din of Mituna's eye-beams that are still pouring from his face.
KURLOZ: MITUNA-
KURLOZ: WE DID IT, MITUNA, WE-
MITUNA: 
Mituna... Doesn't stop. In fact, his dream-self awakens and joins the merciless volley. Kurloz staggers back, eyes wide, face downcast.
Two Mitunas shriek into the now-empty hall, their eye-beams sizzling too hot, their eyes burning bright and hard, too hard, too much, too... Mituna.
Mituna's helmet cracks and his jaw hangs open as he screams and screams, energy pouring out of his eye sockets. Mituna swings and vaporizes his dream self, searing him effortlessly in half, the pain of which makes Mituna howl even louder. Kurloz has no recourse, he scrambles to his feet and flies out the door, out of the castle, looking back as he leaves, watching the psionic's eye-beams raze the entire place, the ceiling collapsing on the mad yellowblood.
All Kurloz can do is stare in shock. By now he assumed he and Mituna would be celebrating the death of their long-time foe, not... This. Kurloz turns his back on the crumbling palace, covering his mouth.
It's over.
===
You are now Meenah.
You're finally in the game at long last, finally free of your responsibilities! Life is great.
Except one little niggle.
--- arcaneGnowledge began trolling cruelCondescension ---
AG: Meenah! Did you hear the news?
CC: that dams is alive and tuna is busted up aboat it
CC: or that tuna and kurloz are goin to krill auntie
AG: Phoey. Spoil my fun, why don't you?
CC: i guess
AG: Cheer up! You've 8een down since we got here, Meenah! I haven't even 8een a8le to see you yet.
CC: ya well
CC: serk we gotta talk
AG: ...
AG: Are you f8cking kidding me? Meenah. You're NOT a8oat to do this.
CC: pft
CC: aboat
CC: but nah you havent even let me finish jeez
AG: Oh! Sorry. For a minute I thought you were 8reaking up with me.
CC: oh no i 100% am
CC: oops
AG: Ha. Funny joke, Meenah! Should I make a 8ig reaction so you can post it on chittr?
CC: nah
CC: idc what u do
AG: You... You don't?
CC: no
CC: ima be honest serk u n me
CC: we are tight af
CC: and we had a good run
CC: i think we could make hella friends but like
CC: i dont think youre emotionally ready for that shit
CC: you just want my quads
CC: and im not gonna lie i like
CC: i straight up dont like bein in quads dog
CC: i wish there was a word for "never wanted 2 b in a relationship seriously eva"
AG: ...Asexual?
CC: ew no
CC: sounds like a fuckin sti im not callin myself that shit
AG: Ugh.
CC: anywave...
CC: aranea im serious
CC: get at me when youre lookin for a pal but
CC: this is curtains
CC: i cant b with you
CC: or anyone i dont think
AG: I...
AG: Meenah, I understand.
AG: Frankly... I kind of knew this was coming. I didn't want to admit it to myself, 8ut, Meenah... All I want is for you to 8e happy! I don't think I can let go of my feelings yet, 8ut. I'll give you some space. ::::)
CC: ...
AG: What?
CC: nofin just
CC: i half expected another shoe to drop cuz like
CC: thats kinda what i needed to hear
CC: um
CC: thanks serk
CC: sorry for jerkin you around
AG: Heh. You can make it up to me later.
--- arcaneGnowledge ceased trolling cruelCondescension ---
That went. Well.
You were expecting pain and Serket-suffering, but Aranea understood you. So understanding, so calm, so dreamy, so-
Aw, shit.
You decide to take your mind off your suddenly-renewed Aranea-crush by messaging someone you know is a solid rock.
--- cruelCondescension began trolling tragicAeons ---
CC: yo tuna
CC: jaw with me
CC: you done w your mission vs the pink demon yet
CC: sorry btw for never believin you aboat that shit
CC: like seriously shes bad news
CC: heh guess im on an apologizin kick today
CC: just apologized to aranea for all her shit too
CC: ...
CC: yo tuna
CC: you there bud
TA: H0W 7H3 FUCK D1D Y0U M4K3 Y0UR W0RD5 P1NK?!!?!
CC: uh
TA: FUCK!!! H0LY 7HH17! 1 W4N7 70 M4K3 MY W0RD5 P1NK! MY W0RD5 H4V3 4LW4Y5 833N Y3LL0W. Y3LL0W!!!!!!! FUCK!
CC: dude tuna
CC: you okay?
TA: WH3R3 7H3 FUCK 15 7H3 P1NK W0RD5 8U770N 0N 7H15 P13C3 0F 5H17 D3V1C3? FUCK! 7H17H 5UCK5. M33N4H 73LL M3 480U7 Y0UR P1NK W00000000000RD5!!!!! LKM4JFKKL7HDJLFD
CC: holy shit
--- tragicAeons is offline ---
CC: uh
Well that was odd. You're sure it's nothing. Not like that typing style of his will catch on.
Other than all... That. Life is pretty good. You feel great about your prospects for this game.
Be Damara. ==>
You are now Damara. You feel like shit about your prospects for this game. For starters, outside of all the interpersonal bullshit that resulted from your death, there's a mummy staring at you with a shit-eating grin.
ARADIA: hey! my name is aradia. pleased t0 meet y0u! i believe y0u're my descendant. damara, right? 0u0
She's speaking Western. You're not sure what "ancestor" means.
DAMARA: [Do you speak Eastern?]
Aradia nods enthusiastically.
ARADIA: [sure do!]
DAMARA: [What was that word you said?] Descendant?
ARADIA: [yep! it means i'm your ancestor.]
DAMARA: [I hate to be rude, but. I don't really put much stock in such things. Please leave me alone.]
ARADIA: [okay! sure thing.]
ARADIA: [i'm dying pretty soon anyway, so you won't have to deal with me for long.]
ARADIA: [but before i go...]
ARADIA: [aren't you tired?]
DAMARA: [...]
DAMARA: [Tired?]
ARADIA: [aren't you tired of being nice?]
ARADIA: [don't you just want to go apeshit?]
You gawk at this eerily cheerful woman. You look her up and down. She's covered in bandages, and her whole body looks emaciated from malnourishment. Her knees weakly wobble, one horn is cracked off, leaving a crater in the side of her head. To even the balance, her head cocks to one side. But... She's right. You ARE tired of being nice.
DAMARA: [I'm listening.]
ARADIA: [well let me tell you... about the scratch.]
===
And that's it.
That's the whole shebang. The story of Beforus, beginning to end.
As you probably know, the story continues from there. These kids have to activate the scratch after all, even though they took care of the Professor who took its name.
But this story is over. Like I said, the meteors are coming down now, and this is the last thing you'll hear from me.
Whoever picks up the tale after me, well... Good luck.
And godspeed.
I'll see you on Alternia, fuckass.
MOONMAN OUT.
===
BEFORUS END.