Yes, this is really happening. Through no fault of your own, you're hurtling through space on a watery rock going 67,000 miles per hour. Toward what? We're not sure! For what reason? Fuck if we know! Who's in charge? Literally the worst and dumbest people!

You found us! Chaos Engine farms the fruits of our aggressively stupid timeline and uses those idiotic fruits as fuel for making fun and funny art and trinkets you can collect and share as you navigate the apocalypse, or whatever this fuckshit is we're collectively enduring.