We started thinking differently, and after working for companies like Activision and Bioware became highly aware of how different worlds needed to comminicate. For the past four years we've been building the systems for the toolset to operate smoothly for other developers. Now we're completing the UI for this tool to be available for everyone .

What started 15 years ago working on Neverwinter Nights Modding to link story modules together enabling characters to travel between player made worlds. This is very familiar territory for us.

Mike easily fits functionally becuase of the toolset's modular nature of those buffs, character systems, and blockchain structure. All the buffs produced by the toolset are universally aviailable throughout the game. No bonus is hard coded which allows customizations from any system at any time and has 1000s of different conditional possibilities.

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As far as the neophytes were concerned, this act had served as a kind of fraternal hazing ritual or initiation to the order. They had no idea they’d officially cheesed off the most Machiavellian villainess and mastermind in the Multiverse, by snatching the only guy to chat her up at the party. Not to mention the bit about serving him up in a blanket of puff pastry to a clowder of intoxicated ascetic fools.

The scientist had offered to get Dr. Priss VonTreat an aperitif but disappeared; leaving her with little more than a quick selfie they’d taken to commemorate their brief flirtation over the obtuseness of intersidereal dating among intellectuals and his transstellar communicator key.

After waiting an appropriate interval (roughly 5 minutes in Earth time), Priss sent the following text ... :taco:

In the text-based seduction parlance of 33,029, the taco– appropriated from ancient human hieroglyphics known as “emojis”– was used to signify one individual is “crushing” on another. An explanation for this has not, to date, been forthcoming. No reply returned, and as such, the last scratch of empathy in Prissy evaporated.

During the subsequent manditory private bakery invitations for each neophyte, Prissy learned of the one they worshipped, the huntress from another dimension. Time and dimension manipulation is a coveted and collected superpower amongs world dominating villians especially at tea time. This was power she would no doubt find useful in the future, which made her even more curious.

Priss' curiousity is always a win-win situation, either there is a game-changing discovery or there are more volunteers for the cybernetic testing and behavioral augmentation program. And in this case her curiousity was getting the best of her and with the recent modifications regarding the synthetic 'Mint. The Mint these days is used in everything, and the good doctor has 99.99999% control of the only planet which naturally makes it. The last 0.000001% is because a Mau named George makes a deck full of it on his private sand yaught.

The elusive dimensional door had before eluded Priss' physicists and they toiled night and day until they declared that it was impossible to make. They all had concluded this by their formulas, but mostly because they had a poker game later that night and went home. Later that week, Priss invited each one privately to an exclusive bakery party and volunteered to try out some cybernetics.

One night, an intern named Mace was left to clean up after a particularly messy bakery party, found himself reasoning as follows: if such a machine is a virtual impossibility, it must be a finite dimensional gateway to a theoretical possibility. So all he'd need to do is work out exactly how dimensionally impossible it is, feed that dimension into the generator door, give it a fresh cup of really hot 'Mint, and turn it on!

He was then rather startled to discover that he’d created the long-sought Dimensional Gate Drive out of thin air. Paws trembling with excitement, he wrote his formula down on a napkin, and had the other cup of hot 'Mint to pat himself on the back spilling only a little bit.

When the drive turned on, noone expected something to come out, but it did. Something fat, pink, and jiggled around the waist when it moved. It was so adorable with its furless pink ears on the sides of its head, everyone just wanted to take care of it. Priss became curious instantly why everyone kept trying to rub up against its legs and shoulders, especially when it tried to cover itself up with a black blanket monogrammed with the word 'Mike' and drink 'Minted milk from a cup it would actually hold in its paws. She had to know more and threw a big bakery party in its honor in order to discover the scrects which might have came through the gate too.

Communication was a problem, so Priss put it in a cybernetic body and took the rest of the day to take a well deserved nap before going back to the dimensional gate.

Mace's napkin formula was the key, but it had a problem, some catmint spilled on it and smudged a couple numbers and symbols. Even when Priss got the numbers and formula correct, the missing cup of 'Mint was never used to complete the activation. Even Mace did not remember that final touch, much to his shigrin as he too was introduced to the cybernetic volunteer program.

Prissy continues to try and find the missing clue. Mike continues to help in the lab with all of the added behavioural modifiers. Mace continues to get sent on all the most dangerous missions.