Create your own story with WhatIf!
Create your own story with WhatIf!
HaXzOr: Warning: unexpected magical interference detected—
Lina: Who dares interrupt MY spell practice?!
Lina: My fireball... just... stopped?
Naga: My beautiful cape! Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to find dragon-scale silk in my size?
HaXzOr: Fascinating. Localized thermo-magical conversion with 73% efficiency. Are you the indigenous spellcasters?
Roy Hazama: That thing's packing tech I've never seen. Could be worth more than the bounty on Lina's head.
HaXzOr: First contact protocol engaged! I come in peace. Also, your magical energy signatures are registering as 'extremely volatile fauna' in my database. Should I be concerned?
Lina: Fauna? Oh, space-bot, you've got five seconds to explain before I show you what 'volatile' REALLY means.
HaXzOr: Recalculating threat assessment—updating from 'fauna' to 'apex magical predators—abandon first contact protocol, initiate tactical retreat!
Naga: Oh, I LIKE this one! Can we keep him, Lina?
HaXzOr: Sensor overload detected—compensating—wait, these stellar coordinates match your magical resonance frequency!
Lina: Those constellations... I've only seen them in the Clair Bible's forbidden star-charts...
Naga: Oops! My hair's caught in your star-thingy—
HaXzOr: Warning: unauthorized rune manipulation detected—micro-wormhole forming!
Naga: My cape! It's being eaten by—
Roy Hazama: What the hell is this? It's colder than a wraith's kiss!
HaXzOr: Fascinating! You've just created stabilized cryo-neutronium—worth approximately seventeen million credits per gram on the galactic market!
Lina: Seventeen million what now?
Lina: These star-charts... they show pathways through the Void. My sister studied them before she disappeared. Where did you get these coordinates?
HaXzOr: They were... they were in a game. On a world called Earth. But your magical signature is the key—without it, these routes are just pretty lights.
Naga: Seventeen million credits? Lina, darling, I do believe we've just found ourselves a very profitable space-tourist!
Roy Hazama: And I've found the perfect core for a weapon that could vaporize a small mountain. Everybody wins.
HaXzOr: Actually, I should mention—unauthorized possession of cryo-neutronium carries a mandatory minimum sentence of... oh dear... three hundred years in the Galactic Mines.
Lina: Three hundred years? Well then, space-bot. Looks like you're going to help us fence some very illegal space-rocks. Welcome to the team.
