AUTHOR'S NOTE.

With that, the curtains fall on the first portion of this story that’s actually worth a damn. Lucky for you, the stage crew is handing out backstage passes to everyone in the front row.

Did you miss us? We haven’t been far; it takes a metametric fuckload of work to keep an epic like this running, and there have been so many developments and last-minute-hiccups to keep track of since we popped out of the timeskip at the beginning of Act 2. See how I toil for you?

I can’t pretend it doesn’t feel good to be back, in bombastic coat-flashing, meteor-crashing, ship-slashing fashion. It’s just delightful to sow a little chaos in person, after so much time machinating from afar, and who could deny the pleasure of spending a few minutes catching up with old friends, even if it pisses them all the fuck off and serves only to confuse and scatter them to the cruel pockmarked planet below. I even had a bit of help from some surprise guests. Who would’ve thought?

Anyway, come on back here. Take a peek behind the curtain.