Zoostuck 3

You're Chwoka

You are white hipster garbage.

Hey, there's no need to be redundant here.

Anyways, yeah, you're Chwoka, and you're in Oregon, which doesn't exist any more. But somehow, you're still here.

You've worked out that the universe has been rewritten, and not by your pal Loather taking over. Unfortunately, your location in this universe doesn't make any sense.

You're on a polygonal meteorite made of iron ore

on track to collide with the moon

Namely, the nonexistent Oregon you're in seems to be on an iron meteorite, and you will punch the first person who makes a crack about irony. You're headed towards the moon, for some reason that's beyond your understanding and probably doesn't make any sense anyways.

Well, whatever the reason for your inconsistent state of existence, you'll probably get some idea of what to do when you hit the moon. Or you'll die on impact. Either way, you're just passing time while you wait.

But how are you going to do that?


You already did! You should update that sometime. You know, if anyone could see it. They can't, because you're in a state that doesn't exist.

Then again, it sounds more fun than playing Oregon Trail and immediately winning for the fiftieth time. Maybe you'll do that anyways for kicks.

You are now Bud Muckman, International Archivist and you're pretty sure your twenty-four hours have been up for a long while now. You're also pretty sure you aren't supposed to be in this universe at all.

What are you going to do?