I've regained my ability to use punctuation, proper sentence structures, and shorter titles just in time for the finale. An ancient prophecy (found beneath the dinosaur dubstep temples) that was known by few and understood by none (it was written in English, which was part of the problem because dinosaurs prefer wingdings) spoke of a reckoning in which all fate would be decided, hinging on a convergence of swag and dubstep in a single individual. The battle grows more desperate and more absurd with every moment, and yet no sign of this hero exists. With the devil closing in and the number of possible extensions to the story diminishing, how can the humans and the aliens win this war? This is the end of the greatest story ever told by me that is called "The Aftalife". Anyways enjoy