Escaping the everchanging, monotony that is 30° left of Centaurus A. Reaching out to a new galaxy sounded like a great idea, as it turns out I should have checked my other pants for my celestial compass.
My profile is not a joke, please send help. I've taken a wrong left after Centaurus A and now have no idea as to where I am. The stars here screech an erie song and the asteroids are much more threatening. The only form of intelligence this far in the void is a small dwarf star who likes to go by 'Kevin', however 'Kevin' is a lunatic (lunartic?) and won't stop babbling meaningless nothings from times far before I arrived.
Protecting this universe from the pending space-time collapse
@imreloadin I got my speeding ticket on the way into town, then when I got to a gas station to get some coffee it refused to start back up. I guess it's scared it's a wanted criminal now and refuses to go on in life -\(' - ')/-