I'm pretty sure Sayaka would get run over crossing the road, choke on a pip, succumb to korean night-fan disease, find an orphan-source in a scrapyard and turn it into glowing jewlerry, or find some other way to depart from this mortal coil. I think it's a rule of the omniverse.
In every reality, she sleeps in her wooden onesie.
In every reality, she sleeps in her wooden onesie.
Oh sweet meteor of death
Fall upon us.
Deliver us in fire
To Peace everlasting.
Fall upon us.
Deliver us in fire
To Peace everlasting.