It turns out, everything is in chaos. Like, literally. The laws of physics are more like suggestions, the fabric of space-time is a tattered old sweater, and the rules of sanity have been rewritten by an invisible, mischievous deity.
Don't even get me started on the timelines. Some say they're like a never-ending, infinite regression, like trying to remember where you parked your car in 1999. Others claim it's more like a never-ending, infinite buffet, where every decision you make spawns a new, parallel universe.
But hey, at least the snacks are infinite. And free. And they're all nachos.
So, what now? Well, now you can: