#omfg!!!!!!!!!!!!

Princess Bubblegum pressed the button on the strange device. It flickered and a small screen projected above it. A voice, rough from the years, spoke: "If you are listening to this, then it means we have failed. This galaxy, our home that we live in, enters a cycle where its sentient beings, those capable of space-flight, are harvested— murdered." The voice crackled with static. "The monsters who have claimed us, hide in the dark spaces between galaxies, waiting. And this is your chance to correct our failure and protect life." Windows began popping out in rapid succession. Out came blueprints, chemical compounds, programs and algorithms. Princess Bubblegum could barely keep up even with a photographic memory. But all these ideas congealed into a form she can almost imagine, a weapon of unimaginable proportions. "We may have died but life will persist, and staring into the eyes of death, we pass on our hope and the hope that came before us onto you and your people…" "Wait, wait! Who are you?" Princess Bubblegum asked. The voice flickered and hesitated, then spoke: "They were my champion. They called me Commande—" Static finished off the sentence. "…And as a treasured friend once said, ‘Keelah se’lai’." An image of a monstrosity projected in front of the Princess. She stared at it for a few seconds, remembering past nightmares of a burning city and people twisted beyond recognition. Horrors. She looked through the window and out into the sky. Now she knew why she was afraid of dying.

WHAT IF I TRANSFERRED TO A SCHOOL IN NEW YORK CITY