You had done many things in your life. Some were simply the regular, everyday things that most teenagers went through on a regular basis. Others, not nearly so. You had accomplished much, yet there was still more to be gained.

You had played and won a game for the Gods. You had seen your father murdered alongside one of your closest friend's mother, carelessly slain without a second thought. You had bore witness to the pure destruction of an entire timeline, an astounding death toll that continued to skyrocket even as your friend keeled over, the second Seer to fall. You had played Healer to Doom- jumping around the timeline with nothing more than words such as Justice, Home, and Honk to guide you. You yourself had died multiple times, in the balance of your death being ruled neither Just nor Heroic. You had battled one-on-one with the archagent of Derse, you had survived an unsurvivable destruction of your session. You had traveled for three years on a ship with your ecto-related sister through ectobiology. You, yourself, had been the session's ectobiologist, creating the paradox clones of yourself, your friends, and the players of the session you were joining. You had spread traces of your power throughout all of existence itself, to show that you had mastered the final amount of control of your abilities. You had helped defeat the unbeatable enemy, Lord English, and had beaten the thing people dared call a simple Game.

Your name is John Egbert. With shoulders squared and set, you take a deep breath, and continue moving forward through the new universe you and your friends had created.