This is a true story. If there were wikipedias left in the world, it would be written by one of the esteemed authors. There isn’t, so it won’t. There also isn’t a world. As I’m the last person alive with the ability or desire to take on this project, it has fallen unto me to chronicle the end of existence for posterity.¹ Take it from me, though, that history is better off with me telling the story than with any of the other monkeys I’m sharing air and rations with. I at least have a decent memory and sane hair.
This is a true story chronicling the end of the universe and the first part of what comes next. Due to the conditions imposed on me by our circumstances, I have had to imagine the connecting details between what information we do have available. Hopefully it will never be anything major.² Here we go.————

1. If you are writing about this for your 10th grade English class, you’re probably wondering what point of view this is. It’s not fully first person, since I’m barely in the story and plan to be as objective as possible, but it’s also not omniscient since I claim nothing of the sort. Instead, let’s call this third person unlimited.
2. Although, I did make all of the females have larger breasts for those of you who choose your literature based on the attractiveness of the lead characters.

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