"ive been catching up w the starfield vods and an old buff space trucker that wears no clothes is such a funny goddamn character kinda living for it"

Over the range, Anderson spotted a man who boggled the mind. Clad in nothing but a trucker cap and his... skin-tight unmentionables, the figure gave him a sharp salute, seemingly undeterred by the elements. Mouth agape, Anderson could only watch as the trucker made his way towards him, effortlessly navigating the rocky terrain.

"I've got a package for you, Mr. Anderson," the trucker said. Anderson stiffened, desperately trying not to look down. "These chanuscripts hold the key. Study them closely. Only you know what must be done."

The trucker handed him an assortment of papers, a collection of the very same manuscript pages he had been finding over his travels. They felt lighter somehow, more pure. His face scrunched in confused realization. "Hold on, did you call these CHANuscripts? What kind of anime bullshit are you-" But when he whipped his head towards the trucker in accusation, he was greeted with nothing but dust. An infinite emptiness, filled only with more questions.

He slowly began to thumb through the chanuscript pages.

Originally seen at Not Only Was It Alan (28th October 2023)