.📰 Rumple: The Day My World Ended 📰

Well. Strap in. You’ll want to know exactly how it went down.

The world, a place of flying cities, dragon roosts, moonlit forests, and immortals of every stripe… gone. Vaporized. Toast. The kind of catastrophe that makes mortals scream and immortals scream louder. And yes, I was there. Witnessing it. Feeling it. Owning it - well, the new studio, anyway.

Dragons flapped like panicked umbrellas. Witches screamed as spells imploded. Vampires tried to negotiate with the end of existence screaming to the gods how they would change their ways. Elves blinked in disbelief. Shapeshifters were having identity crises mid-transformation. Dreamwalkers? Poof. Gone.

And naturally, Loki shows up in the middle of it all. Calm, perfect, infuriatingly charming. Striding into the chaos like it was a garden party. He didn’t panic. He didn’t scream. He just… did things. Things that saved buildings, studios, and a handful of random immortals who would have otherwise been obliterated.

My Studio, My Rules

Thanks to Loki’s meddling, the Immortal Gazette studio survived sucked through some portal in the sky. Now it’s mine. Full ownership. Legal paperwork, pride, the works. Dragons pacing. Magic folk testing powers. Staff here, mostly shaken. And me? Dramatically narrating every move while yelling “stand behind the desks!” because yes, that’s what leadership looks like in a collapsing dimension.

Who Didn’t Make It

Sonia, Seraphina, Lysander, Eric, countless others - they didn’t survive. Poof. Gone. Vanished into the void. Only those plucked by Loki survived. And yes, this is exactly why competent chaos-managers are invaluable.

The New Realm

We landed somewhere solid. Somewhere breathable. Stable terrain. Safe enough to finally catch a breath. Alice? Safe. Sipping tea. Witty, sarcastic, alive. Rolling her eyes at me. Perfect.

Loki? Gone. Vanished without warning. Off to do who-knows-what. Frustrating. Admiring. Infuriating. Alice secretly not happy about it but she'll be fine, she's always fine.

My Takeaway

Headline: World Ended. Chaos ruled. Only some survived. Some Buildings survived through the portal. Dragons survived. Not all.  Some Magic folk survived. And me? Well.., Owning the new tudio.

Take notes: invest in chaos insurance, trust someone like Loki (begrudgingly), and always, always have a backup for your dragons.

The apocalypse might have won on an epically destructive level, didnt win on destroying everything.  And the new realm? Magically chaotic -  just the way I like it!