Cheesy Greasy Adventures of Sir String Cheese

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"I can handle this myself"

"Don't get involved"

He says as the world slowly decays around him.

It started with his house, his home, burning down into nothing and soon the rest followed. Everyone was either dead or dying. His world was ending and all he can do was watch.

Galaxies ceased to exist, the universe was collapsing, concepts forgotten and structures are gone too.

Nothing exists anymore.

It's all been eaten by the gluttonous void.

All except him.

Rasco Berk

Floating in silence, though if sound existed, his hellish screams would've reverberated in the empty space that once housed a vast universe.

He wasn't even given the ability to verbally screech his woes unto the dark. His only solace are his clumped, matted locks. His only connection of the old world.

Greasy hair flowing in space wind.