((OOC: Okay, got my permission, so here we go!))
Mr. Universe stood up with a splitting headache and a confused look on his face. "Hey, wasn't I... dead?" He tried to shake the feeling off and looked around the room. He found a desk with a quill pen on it in the center of the floor and walked over to it. There was a piece of paper on it, and a quill
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