The Great Erectus, otherwise known as "The Big Guy" is NOT a god. Don't call him that. It will tick him off. He and his newfound apprentice/sidekick the definitely not a creation goddess Faun have a little problem.

The Big Guy's universe is blowing up.

Faun might have had something to do with that. (She feels awful about it BTW)

They must rush about the unraveling universe saving (or judging) worlds as the end of all things is bearing down upon them at the speed of light, so they have a bit of time but really can't mess about. Along the way they will encounter Lovecraftian horrors, divine ex-girlfriends, surly AI's and a host of other hassles.

Enjoy such delights as the complete destruction of the universe, a children's "Christmas pageant" except where "the greatest story ever told" involves an eldritch horror from another universe, and an innocent misunderstanding concerning the exact definition of a "red dwarf".

Existential dread! Lovecraftian comedy!

It's as much madness as can be shoved into a single work and still remotely make sense!

If you enjoy completely off the hook lunacy, this one is for you!