The brilliant scientist, Portage McPeeve, does not want to take over the world.
He’s discovered a way to travel the stars, using them as gateways into other realities. With his Gateway Manipulator, he hopes to rule all the worlds of the multi-verse with an iron fist. However, when his beloved kitten becomes lost through the machine, he does not hesitate to cast plans for multi-world domination aside; instead, he follows her through the cosmos – encountering zombies, higher education for Supers, Greek gods, and killer ninjas along the way.
Will Portage find Mrs. Bumblefrost before it’s too late?
The evil Professor’s Machine has begun to make the worlds of the multi-verse collide. As worlds shift, their inhabitants are beset by startling new creatures and ever-increasing dangers…
The Game Controller huffed to himself as he picked up the scattered character cards and dice, replacing them on the (once more) upright table. The other roleplayers grumbled to themselves as they helped clean the small space, but then again, they were the ones that made the mess.
“Where do you think that, that, that thing came from, man?” said the small dragon who had been assigned to clean the non-flammable areas of the room. Scorch had always been of a nervous temperament, but most of the other players emitted flatulence, not flames, when they were upset.
The Game Controller, Fluffy, said nothing; he kept his thoughts to himself as he sorted cards. The motley assemblage continued their own tasks. Pigmallion, the porcine gamester, shoved dice into a bag. The forked tail of Brunhilda, the sole female of the group, swished nervously, her face and horns flushing a darker shade of crimson.
“I mean, that creature was straight out of one of our games!” blurted Pigmallion, unable to contain himself. “What if it used a portal of some kind?” The other players looked at each other, each struck with the same terrifying thought.
Would the dreaded kitten return?
Just then, the room began to shift around them. The familiar bookshelves that surrounded their small group melted into a hot, barren landscape. Filthy humans in striped uniforms stopped the tasks they were bent over to gaze at the players with wide eyes. The good news was that they were chained together. The bad news is they all held huge mallets, except for a large unchained man with a whip. A tall fortified structure loomed in the distance.
The gamesters regarded their new surroundings and the new arrivals with horror. The chained humans raised their mallets high, while the one who appeared to be their master gripped his whip in white-knuckled hands. The humans, armed and dangerous, used their weapons to their best advantage.
They hammered at their chains as though their lives depended on it
The players fled – or at least tried to flee – the now unfamiliar territory, screaming at the top of their lungs. Surprisingly huge dragon wings unfurled behind the small dragon, Scorch; each beat of his wings, a great boom, as he flew as fast as his fear propelled him. He left a trail of burn marks along the ground with each outgoing, heaving breath. As he looked tearfully behind him, the humans unlucky enough to be caught in his sight disappeared in puffs of smoke, leaving behind nothing but piles of ash surrounded by blackened chains and mallets.
The foreman, unexpected courage combining with uncharacteristic generosity, dropped his whip to fumble with a large iron ring of keys as he tried to free each prisoner. Luckily, he’d run to the far end of the line and missed Scorch’s blazing exodus, though the residual heat did his already sunburned complexion no favors. Sweat beaded his forehead as he fumbled with Peterson’s leg cuff. The criminal may have robbed a Growler GrocerMart, but that didn’t mean he deserved the death penalty. For his pains, Peterson kicked dust in the foreman’s face as he beat a hasty retreat, but the man hardly noticed as he fidgeted with each prisoner’s leg cuff. There was nothing he could do for the poor souls already burned to a crisp by the cowardly creature whose silhouette now darkened the horizon.
Hell’s bells, what in Hades’ was happening here? He watched a crimson vixen with great red horns run away, calling after the flying beast in some undecipherable language. Her long forked tail speared one of the foreman’s prisoners as it swished behind her retreating form. A huge pig-creature removed one leathery pink finger from its snout before belting the enormous canine it stood next to. The dog-creature bared its fangs at its companion. When the fiend whipped its head around to view the scattered humans surrounding them, great gobs of saliva flew from its gigantic, swaying tongue, splattering the nearest humans. The prisoners fell to the ground, clutching their faces as agonized screams rent the air. The two monstrous creatures now faced their newest adversaries.
Was it any miracle that the prisoners now ran toward the prison itself? – the only fortified defence against the demons that surrounded them.
Meanwhile, in the Ghost Realm, Mrs. Bumblefrost fuelled the Machine that would crash all of reality.