[center][b]???[/b]
[i]???, ???[/i][/center]

Pale hands wrung themselves together, a soft sigh forming in the air. 

"Finally complete. The preparation needed for this sort of thing almost makes it not worth it. Well, that's fine, since it's ready now."

Sitting in a space within which the concept of space was irrelevant, a figure looked to its counterpart with a coy grin. "Want to make another wager on what'll happen in this round? I'll put the usual amount on all of them dying before they make it to the third hurdle."

"The third? Since when are you that optimistic? I'll put double the usual on the game ending before they hit the second."

"Eh, what can I say? I'm a romantic. Sure, I'll take that bet. The basic conditions of fate have already been met, so things should be getting interesting about now. I'll put up the observation restriction so we can't spoil ourself by going outside their time axis; at the current point in their existence, most of them should be rolling for the first time now."

"Why are you telling me this? I'm ready to send out the messages, I've been ready. The one we've been waiting on is you."

"...whatever. Initiating world-transcension project. Set...initiate."

[hr]
Nonsensical verses, nonsensical sentences. 

Nonsensical beings in a nonsensical place. 

A fitting beginning as it is pointless. A fitting end as it is Truth. Like a man walking along a spiraling path, towards an unreachable center, the dawn breaks on a story to shake the foundation of the world it is written in. 

There is little else to say. There is little else to do. 

For as that die in your hands falls downwards, that power to surpass 'God' will move from possibility to necessity, from collapse to expansion. 

And so, on this day, allow me to say only one final thing to you.

[center][b]Good luck.[/b][/center]