"You said we'd be gone only a few minutes!"

"You said we'd be gone only a few minutes!" I shouted to the TARDIS. He's gone, I'm here and must again face the world. My folds have gone stale, my fans all dead. I fear that

I am the last FoldingStory writer on earth. The cities are run by terminators and apes. Aliens have populated the rural areas. Zombies roam the land. Where can I find WiFi?

I pondered this from the platform of the treehouse where I'd taken refuge. My iPad battery was getting low. I had to find WiFi soon. Zombies suck at climbing, but what about the

bucky beavers who had the munchies? I tossed them some branches in hopes of satiating them, but they went straight for the trunk. The tree, my iPad, and I fell into the rapids

and I hit my head on river rocks. When I awoke I was in a strange land. The entire world looked to be made of Apple products, trees with IPOD fruit and giant mountains of

Macs. Also everyone looked exactly like Steve Jobs. Even the chicks did. Do you know what Steve Jobs with boobs looks like? Trust me, you don't want to know. Anyway

, I pulled my mind out of the magic LCD screen and turned to the monitor of my Windows desktop. "That's enough 'MacWorld' for now." I said. "Lets see what WindowsLand is like."

I clicked on the WindowsLand icon. Nothing. Then horrible metallic screech started inside my computer, smoke began pouring from the USB ports and the blue screen of death

Seemed to smirk at me. That's the best damn game of solitare I've ever played! I can't lose that! I did what any person with a pc problem would do. It was smoking, smoke = fire, fi

= lady in a sword. So I took my replica of the master sword and smashed it through my computer flambe and dashed the monstrosity to pieces. I am luddite, hear me roar.