Sometimes when any two tangle, it takes misery to know company, hullabaloo to appreciate hush of the muzzle, and absentmindedness to merit one's charismatic air. The war on Nubia wasn't a pretty sight. Few barely escaped, most had been killed when the planet blew up. The only way out was inside time continuum portals. For good, bad and even the ugly this method of travel took its toll and done a number on everyone who used these dangerous unstable devices. Going into danger after danger; from Nubia to 51 into ancient Egypt, then far back in time to a Jurassic era as she flew through many Eyeholes landing in La Brea not knowing what was in store for her and anyone else attempting to find a way out of misery what always has its own company, it was a risk all had to take even if it meant death, the risk was worth it. Yes. Even for Chance. But who the blue-ball blazes are you? Life is so tongue-in-cheek. Hard times and the hard knockers of life befall on everyone except the greedy and the retched elite, wizards, warlocks, witches and the likes who all blend inside Muddbug ran by a band of pauper unlike what one would see or call, out of the ordinary. You must get them before they get you. Searching for a place to start anew isn't always easy, and this one was one of those places of uncertain times when fact meets what was called 'the dickens you say', here in Muddbug, an impoverished township near London along the Thames River, where they play magik games in order to survive, come what may; even games like, Quidditch or Bed knobs and Broomsticks, all had to be dealt with in their own way. Chance who had went by fursat while in ancient Egypt, was a different breed as was others out of chaotic realms such as these. Being probed and experimented on and placed in situations no crossbred alien, human or mantis would want to be put in, but when running away from danger, be it mean aliens, monsters, dinosaurs, or witches and wizards and so-called humans; she and her adopted sisters, and a few others had to face life as it happened without end every single day, even if they weren't what they seemed to be in the early 19th century or otherwise. It was survival of the fittest, and only the strong would come through it all with excellence, if it must be said this way, so be it. I will not say what is in the end; that is something you'll have to see for yourself, so my advice is; just do it and get this and all pertinent others, or ever aft wonder about what really took place throughout. Even inside reality, things aren't what they may appear to be. Just as the Gjenganger. That is, if ever you come across one?
