Maybe I should have been more clear on why writing is selfish. Let me take you back to a time long forgotten dear readers, a time where there was peace, a time where there was hope, a time, when this story was over.

We had just defeated Hatred, and it was finally over. There were no more antagonists, no more plotlines, only peace. For one hundred years, life was good, and we enjoyed it. Until, The Cleansing.

The Cleansing, you've heard about it, haven't you? Yes, that thing the author tried to hide. What was it? Well, Hatred took the souls of two other of the author's sub manifestations Tolerance and Forgiveness, and he used this power to kill everyone. Every single thing. Now, we are in this abyss with no way out. We die, and we return in due time. We've been here for to long. He took our peace, our happy ending away. Edgar must be killed for this story to truly end. Now it's time to work towards that goal.

I proceed towards the miniverse. The world is so dark, so empty, yet there is life. Although chaotic since the incident, and now people are in a mad scramble to pledge allegiance to different factions with different goals. I walk through the chaos, it's not my problem, I've got bigger fish to fry.

My phone rings. Why do I get cell service in a hellish abyss? Well, we've been here a while, we've had time to develop such things.

The call is from an old friend. I'd say his name, but Edgar won't let me, so I guess I'll call him Reaper classic. See, I'm actually a reimagining of him and his world was destroyed long ago before being rebuilt. We were best buds before the shit hit the fan here.

I answer. "What is it Classic?" I ask.

"Reaper," he replies, "listien to me, murder won't solve this. Just have your army stand down. If we team up, we can overpower the other factions."

"Gonna have to decline there bud," I explain, "we can't let Edgar get any stronger. I mean, who knows what sort of Hell he's putting that miniverse through?"

"I won't let you do this," Classic warns, "I know about our peace treaty, but I can't let you go to the Miniverse. If you fail, then their story will be dragged into this one. Are you really selfish enough to do that?"

"If it means stoping Edgar," I reply, "then yes. That's a risk I'll take."

"Fine. Don't say you were never warned."

Classic hangs up. Well that sounded menacing. However, with the souls of the four I'm on par with his strength. Even if those of the old world are much stronger.

I continue through the chaos, when a loud shot rings through the air and I feel a sharp pain in my arm. I hear the cry of a gryphon and see a black streak in the sky. No, it couldn't be, could it?

The gryphon lands. It is! It is him! I walk up to him. "Man it's good to see you!" I exclaim, "where you been Lucky Bounty Hunter (fucking titles)? Man I haven't seen you since that blackjack tournament like two months ago! Also, if you shot me, now's not a good time for a spar. I gotta handle something."

"I know," he replies, "Reaper, I just want you to know, before I say this, we're still freinds, but... I've come to kill you."