I'm a god. I have complete control. I know I'm in a shitty fiction book written by some asshole named CalmCall. Seriously fuck that guy. He's writing this too.

Anyway leaving aside the matter of how much of a cunt CalmCall is, I've officially broken the universe and killed everybody in it including me.

I'm writing this from heaven or some shit. Frankly, I don't even care. For all I know I'm in fucking Valhalla right now. or maybe I'm riding unicorns or dry humping a tree.

Why does it even fucking matter? As long as CalmCall says I'm in a place I'm in that place no matter what I do. if calm call tells me to kill myself, I kill myself. It's not like I have any free will although I'm "god". So I shattered the universe. Chopped it into bits. Gangbanged it to non-existence. But that was because of the faggot too.

And this is probably an ending to this shitty novel since he felt it wasn't going anywhere. Isn't that right CalmCall?

-Yes, actually that is correct. I'm actually basically talking to myself now because you're a character I created but... hey.

That's right. After 30 lines of text seconds I will cease to exist.

PS. To those guys who gave me a 1.25-star rating without even explaining why they left such rating. Fuck you. feedback makes the world go round. I can't improve without you telling me what I did wrong. So don't just shit all over my face and leave.

And to that guy who gave me a favorite. Thnx.

So to not make the title clickbaity here are 3 ways to break the universe for those of you reading at home:

1.be a god.

2.be a writer and have enough balls to end your story in such an anticlimactic fashion.

3.be a god.

I'll kinda miss Paprika. Oh, wait. you guys don't even know who she is since the story didn't even get up to that point.

Destruction in 3,2,1. Sayonara Bitches.