It was a standard day in space. It was just as spacey as normal. Massive spirals of stars filled the void, lined with planets, space stations, black holes, moons, dreams, stars, star planets, giant clockwork stars…
Well, you get the point.
Keep in mind, reader, that this is not our space. It is not our universe. It's not our time. It's another dimension filled with things you've only seen at the tail end of lucid dreams. It's another diverse place and time, simply called the "gamble galaxy." The year is 3XXX(Keep in mind that the X-es are there out of a strange mixture of laziness and simple cluelessness. It could be any year you could imagine or prefer.). Hundreds of races live across the universe, living in moderate peace.
However, this peace was fragile, and, one day, something happened that did not tip this peace to the brink of annihilation, but very well could've.
At the edge of this universe, full of wonders the laws of physics in ours sadly outlaw, there was absolutely nothing. However, this "Nothing" was far from nonexistence. It was some kind of consciousness, sickly and all encompassing, cruel and vile. It was not unlike the enigmatic "dark matter" surrounding our universe. In fact, it even shared the same name. However, this universe's dark matter was special.
It was evil.
On this day, a tiny spark of purple light rocketed out of the universe's edge. Hundreds of radars picked up its signal, simply for the individuals monitoring it to chalk it off as a malfunction this small piece of sickly, piercing, glowing darkness continued its path, finally halting in the orbit of a tiny, backwoods planet. A planet with so few precious metals, it had been completely abandoned by corporations, rendering it a de facto nature preserve. A planet whose upper atmosphere was so full of chemicals, it disintegrated most basic materials on contact faster than the entry ever could. A planet whose very shape outlawed even this universe's flimsy laws of physics.
Planet Popstar.