Foreword.
Hello, I am Z, I wrote this story before I had the Internet and I have only just posted it. This story is a weird one, that's for sure. I got the idea from a PS2 game called Kingdom Hearts. Basically this story is centred around one main character. Me. Yeah, yeah, I know it's immodest, but who the hell cares?
In the story that follows my name is, wait for it, Z. A cliché I know, but again, who the hell cares? In this story me, my cousin, my sister and a whole group of my friends (all of which have their own codenames) are the main characters. But, as you'd expect, a story that involved only us would be quite boring so there are many other characters involved in this story. Some you will know some you won't (which is why this story is in the crossover section) they include Harry Potter (if you don't know who he is you must be dead) Jak and Daxter (games characters) and literally hundreds more.
And all these hundreds of characters in one story? Precisely! So enjoy it, as it is (I hope) one of a kind.
Oh and there's something else you should know, each and every character is labelled when they appear so you know who they are. For example, if it said 'the hero Link appeared' it would instantly be followed by this: (Link: main hero in, The legend of Zelda games for the N64 and Gamecube.) So you know who he is, understand? I hope so!
Our story begins with Z. no one knew who Z was. No one knew where he came from and nobody actually cared. He was a loner. He was a excellent pilot and, most importantly, he was a great shot with a pair of Duel X Laser Guns.
As a matter of fact Z didn't even know who he was anymore. He used to be just another normal citizen of Blitzen City, the capital of the planet Plutopia. That was until he took a nasty blow to the head when a mob threw a couple of Concusser Grenades into his penthouse.
He was twelve years old at the time.
Z tightened his flying gloves and slid into his P.O.D 2X Hover Bike. P.O.D stood for Power Orthodox Drive, quite appropriate for this nifty machine. It was Z's Hover Bike and it was customised to fit him just right, made so it would slide with ease through the crowded skies of Blitzen City, it even had a pair of Duel Cannons fitted in the front in case he got into any trouble with the law.
Z was generally a law-abiding man (if he can be called a man) but from time to time he let loose a couple of blasts from his customised guns and when that happened he usually needed a to make a quick getaway. The P.O.D 2X was perfect for just that.
Z pulled on his flight helmet and yanked back the accelerator levers; the Hover Bike sped out through the hanger and into the crowded hustle and bustle of treacherous Blitzen City.
Let me explain a little more. Z was a normal twelve year old when his mental status took quite a dip. For a year or so he was confined to the hospital of Blitzen City. But even their technology couldn't decipher what was wrong with him.
On his fourteenth birthday he was let out, but he was changed, changed dramatically. He had all the skills of a fully trained bounty hunter and no one knew why. So Z took up researching other dimensions, trying desperately to find a way back to Earth, his home planet, which was where he had been thrown into a Cyber Porthole to Blitzen City in a freak car accident.
He had then teamed up with a scientist and good friend of his who went by the name of Daz. Daz knew a lot about Cyber Portholes and he was a strong believer in other dimensions and as Z flew to his laboratory, Daz was unravelling the secrets of the universe.
The P.O.D 2X sped around the traffic at terrific speeds. Z was enjoying himself. He was even smiling, something which he hadn't done in a long time. He loved flying, it was incredibly fast and even more incredibly dangerous, but even though the risks were insane he knew he wasn't going to crash. He was a great pilot, a crazy pilot certainly, but a great one nevertheless.
He could see Daz's lab ahead, it was a huge metal structure with hundreds of windows and classy outside lifts. He directed the P.O.D into the hanger and leapt out. he ripped of his helmet and placed it on his seat, before walking to a nearby door. It was a large metal one and it was particularly resistant to laser cannons.
He typed in the password (which happened to be 'Mutant Teddy Bears') and the door slid open, a cool clear voice echoing from a speaker said 'nice to see you still alive, professor Daz is in his office.' "Thanks." Called Z and he smiled at the speaker.
Daz was very pleased to see Z. "Z! How's it hanging?" "Well." Replied Z. "Good, good." "You okay?" Z asked, Daz seemed a little tense, true he had been drinking a lot of coffee lately, but Z didn't think that was it. "Yeah, sure, I'm fine. Look, Z there's something you should take a look at out back." "What is it." "You'll see." Z realised Daz was sweating, a phenomenon that didn't happen very often.
Daz lead him through a door and drew back a large green curtain. "That," said Daz "is the Fiction Dimension Port, F.D.P for short." Z stared at it, it was immense, it was incredible, it was like nothing he'd ever seen before.
The Fiction Dimension Port shone brightly, it was a huge mass of electricity and at its heart there was a small, black gap of nothingness. "What the hell is it?" Asked Z in awe. "It's a Fiction Dimension Port." "I know that, I meant what does it do?" "Ahh, now that's the clever bit. Basically it turns fiction to reality." "What? Are you telling me that thing can make dreams come true or something?" "No," Said Daz. "What it does is it makes everything fiction come to life." "Everything?" "Everything."
Z was startled. "Okay, so could this get me back home?" "Yes. In theory." "In theory?" "Well, there are some technicalities..." "Like what?" Z was not prepared to walk into a unknown dimension. "Well, you'd have to be able to navigate the fiction world and..." "Wait a minute! The fiction world? Do you think I'm crazy? I'll be killed! Bugs Bunny will be dropping weights on my head! For God's sake, I'm not going in there!"
Just as Z finished his sentence there was an ear-splitting boom and the ceiling caved in around them. Two scientists lay on the floor, killed by falling debris, blood poured onto the terracotta tiles, there was a scream, another explosion and the unmistakable sound of gunfire.
Z instinctively whipped out his Duel X Laser Guns and shot out a small window, pulling out the emergency Laser Cannon behind it and handing it to Daz. Daz wasn't a particularly good shot, but he could provide some back up fire in necessary. There was a shrill hiss and a long red laser shot through the curtain piercing Daz in the arm. He screamed and fell to the floor swearing.
So much for back up fire. Spinning his guns on his fingertips, Z loosened five shots through the curtain. Two men in masks dropped through it. Both of them stone dead.
There was another explosion and Z saw the smoke pouring through the curtain, blocking his view of the bodies. No, not smoke, gas!
"Oh, crap!" exclaimed Z, he knew there were no windows in the room and he was trapped by poison gas, there was only one thing for it. He gazed at the fluttering green curtain, took a long, deep breath, grabbed Daz by his shirt collar and tossed himself into the black nothingness of the Fiction Dimension Port.
Chapter 1
Dimension Crossover.
Z did not feel good. He did not feel good at all. In fact he felt like his very soul was being scorched from his body. The Fiction Dimension Port seemed to be destroying him, tearing him apart. He shook his body in pain, still holding on to the body of Daz who seemed to have passed out.
Flashing colours were all around, frightening images surged through his brain, but weirdest of all he seemed to be having visions of characters from books, cartoons, even films. He had already seen the immense head of Mickey Mouse soar by, he had seen Donald Duck, he had even seen the exploding vision of Ratchet and Clank, (Ratchet and Clank: main heroes in the Ratchet and Clank games, for PS2) the main characters of a video game he loved.
His brain could not cope with this change, so it decided not to try and shut down.
Z awoke what must have been hours later, the ground beneath him seemed soft, soft and wavy, a little like a bouncy castle. He opened his eyes as his brain did a status check up.
He seemed to be alright, a little drowsy, baggy eyed, his hand ached. Probably from dragging Daz. Daz. Where was he? What had become of him? Was he even still alive? Z struggled to his feet, staggering a little, fighting against gravity to keep upright. Gravity won. He fell to the ground and decided it best if he just tried to crawl. He managed this, but had to fight to keep himself from passing out.
After five minutes or so Z got to his feet and found the mental strength to take stock of the situation. It was soon confirmed that his first thought had been correct; the ground was soft and wavy and was made up of a strange multi-coloured substance. Z knelt down and tried to touch it, but discovered his hand-eye-coordination was still awry and he missed first time. He tried again, this time with a low scooping motion. Z felt it and for a moment he hardly believed what his senses were telling him.
The ground seemed to be made up of liquid! No, not just any liquid, but ink! Multi-coloured ink! How was he standing on it? He did not know, but he decided it must have something to do with being in the fiction world.
He stood straight and turned slowly, it was getting better, but he was still not quite his old self. He looked around; Daz was lying on the ground (or, more appropriately, the ink) a few feet away, still tightly clutching the emergency laser cannon. Z drew his own pistols, feeling for their cool, metal triggers and brushing his hands over their sides. It was a comfort to him and it made him feel better.
He put his guns back in their holsters, felt a sudden urge, twirled around and unlimbered, loosening a few shots into the inky ground. He fired again and again. His uncanny speed and pinpoint accuracy returning to him, he felt himself again, well again.
The same could not be said for Daz. He lay sprawled on the ink, his white lab coat burnt at the joint in his left arm where the laser had pierced, a large gash visible. "Uurrggghh..." Moaned Daz as he came to. He tried to stand and, as Z had done, take stock of his surroundings. He fell to the inky floor again. Z helped him to his feet. "That was one hell of a nasty ride, remind me never to do that again." Daz stood, leaning on Z's arm.
"What happened?" He asked. He sounded as if he was drunk. "We went through the Fiction Dimension Port," Explained Z. "The lab was attacked and there was no where else to go..." He suddenly remembered the dead bodies that had dropped through the curtain, the men he had shot, he had seen them before. Their masks, their armour, they were familiar. They were the men (or men of the same gang, at least) who had attacked his penthouse three years ago, the ones with the Concusser Grenades. Someone was tracking him, possibly trying to kill him, but who? And why?
Daz pulled himself together and took a look around. The ground was wavy, inky. That was strange. He looked left and right, huge inky walls surrounded them and high, high above there was a wide spread ink ceiling. They seemed to be trapped in some sort of ink tunnel. "Ummm, Z, I think you should look at this." "What is it?" Asked Z, snapping out of his daydream. "We're trapped. Totally trapped, there's no way out, there's an ink wall at both ends of this tunnel." "I think I know what to do." Said Z and he drew his pistols, firing two shots into the inky wall. They burst straight through the ink, creating ripples on its surface. Z took a deep breath, clenched his fists tightly round his guns and stepped through the inky wall.
He was gone. Five minutes later and after a little hesitation Daz followed.
Stepping out the other side, Daz breathed deeply, taking in as much air as possible. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
They were in a long, glass tube, but what was really amazing was the glass tube was inside a giant pen. "Good lord..." Whispered Z. They were inside a pen! A giant pen, floating in a total void of nothingness. "I know what this is!" Exclaimed Daz. "It's the Dimension Crossover point! This area is where we can find access to other portholes, each leading to a different fictional dimension!" "Oh great, so now we can pick and choose, can we? Makes things sooooo much easier." Said Z sarcastically.
"No, you don't understand! This is the best way to find Earth, we have to go through as many dimensions as we can, there just has to be another porthole somewhere." "So what do we do now?" Asked Z. Daz looked down at the glass floor of the tube, below them was another huge glass tunnel containing a giant metal spring. In front of them was a glass wall. "Blast out that wall, there may be a porthole in the tubes behind it."
Z obliged, taking great pleasure in shooting out the wall, he loved the sound of breaking glass, it made him feel safe and peaceful.
The two of them stepped over the broken glass, looking into the plastic tubes beyond. "There are six of them." Said Z, a tad unnecessarily. "Which one do we take?" "You pick." Said Daz simply. "As you wish."
Z knelt down, sliding one pistol into its holster and placing the other onto the clear, glass floor. He spun it, again and again, so that it picked up more and more speed, then, without warning, he jabbed the middle of the gun with a finger. It stopped instantly, pointing to tube at the far left.
"That's the one." Said Z and the two of them walked towards it. They only got halfway, then, with a sudden ear-splitting screech, the glass beneath them began to crack. "Run!" Barked Z bluntly, sprinting to the tube and pulling himself inside. Daz was not quite so lucky. The glass lurched sickeningly, tossing him forward with a speed and momentum more than enough to shatter the glass and send Daz plummeting into the void of darkness below.
Z sighed. You never got used to this sort of thing. He got to his feet and started to walk up the tube, he found in situations like this it was best not to think about it and deal with the problem at hand.
He crawled up the steep hump in the tube, sliding down the dip that followed.
He got to the end of the tube a while later, still trying to block out the fact that Daz was gone and he may never see him again. What really took his mind of it was the sight ahead. Just as Daz had predicted, there was another porthole.
Z hesitated before stepping through the void of darkness at its centre. He remembered what had happened the last time. He took a long, deep breath, drew his pistols and prepared himself. Whatever was ahead of him he knew it could not be good and, in the moments before he entered, he wondered where he would end up.
Well, he thought, to late to go back now. And with that he jumped in to the porthole, which began the process of transferring every atom in his body to a fictional dimension.
Hello, I am Z, I wrote this story before I had the Internet and I have only just posted it. This story is a weird one, that's for sure. I got the idea from a PS2 game called Kingdom Hearts. Basically this story is centred around one main character. Me. Yeah, yeah, I know it's immodest, but who the hell cares?
In the story that follows my name is, wait for it, Z. A cliché I know, but again, who the hell cares? In this story me, my cousin, my sister and a whole group of my friends (all of which have their own codenames) are the main characters. But, as you'd expect, a story that involved only us would be quite boring so there are many other characters involved in this story. Some you will know some you won't (which is why this story is in the crossover section) they include Harry Potter (if you don't know who he is you must be dead) Jak and Daxter (games characters) and literally hundreds more.
And all these hundreds of characters in one story? Precisely! So enjoy it, as it is (I hope) one of a kind.
Oh and there's something else you should know, each and every character is labelled when they appear so you know who they are. For example, if it said 'the hero Link appeared' it would instantly be followed by this: (Link: main hero in, The legend of Zelda games for the N64 and Gamecube.) So you know who he is, understand? I hope so!
Our story begins with Z. no one knew who Z was. No one knew where he came from and nobody actually cared. He was a loner. He was a excellent pilot and, most importantly, he was a great shot with a pair of Duel X Laser Guns.
As a matter of fact Z didn't even know who he was anymore. He used to be just another normal citizen of Blitzen City, the capital of the planet Plutopia. That was until he took a nasty blow to the head when a mob threw a couple of Concusser Grenades into his penthouse.
He was twelve years old at the time.
Z tightened his flying gloves and slid into his P.O.D 2X Hover Bike. P.O.D stood for Power Orthodox Drive, quite appropriate for this nifty machine. It was Z's Hover Bike and it was customised to fit him just right, made so it would slide with ease through the crowded skies of Blitzen City, it even had a pair of Duel Cannons fitted in the front in case he got into any trouble with the law.
Z was generally a law-abiding man (if he can be called a man) but from time to time he let loose a couple of blasts from his customised guns and when that happened he usually needed a to make a quick getaway. The P.O.D 2X was perfect for just that.
Z pulled on his flight helmet and yanked back the accelerator levers; the Hover Bike sped out through the hanger and into the crowded hustle and bustle of treacherous Blitzen City.
Let me explain a little more. Z was a normal twelve year old when his mental status took quite a dip. For a year or so he was confined to the hospital of Blitzen City. But even their technology couldn't decipher what was wrong with him.
On his fourteenth birthday he was let out, but he was changed, changed dramatically. He had all the skills of a fully trained bounty hunter and no one knew why. So Z took up researching other dimensions, trying desperately to find a way back to Earth, his home planet, which was where he had been thrown into a Cyber Porthole to Blitzen City in a freak car accident.
He had then teamed up with a scientist and good friend of his who went by the name of Daz. Daz knew a lot about Cyber Portholes and he was a strong believer in other dimensions and as Z flew to his laboratory, Daz was unravelling the secrets of the universe.
The P.O.D 2X sped around the traffic at terrific speeds. Z was enjoying himself. He was even smiling, something which he hadn't done in a long time. He loved flying, it was incredibly fast and even more incredibly dangerous, but even though the risks were insane he knew he wasn't going to crash. He was a great pilot, a crazy pilot certainly, but a great one nevertheless.
He could see Daz's lab ahead, it was a huge metal structure with hundreds of windows and classy outside lifts. He directed the P.O.D into the hanger and leapt out. he ripped of his helmet and placed it on his seat, before walking to a nearby door. It was a large metal one and it was particularly resistant to laser cannons.
He typed in the password (which happened to be 'Mutant Teddy Bears') and the door slid open, a cool clear voice echoing from a speaker said 'nice to see you still alive, professor Daz is in his office.' "Thanks." Called Z and he smiled at the speaker.
Daz was very pleased to see Z. "Z! How's it hanging?" "Well." Replied Z. "Good, good." "You okay?" Z asked, Daz seemed a little tense, true he had been drinking a lot of coffee lately, but Z didn't think that was it. "Yeah, sure, I'm fine. Look, Z there's something you should take a look at out back." "What is it." "You'll see." Z realised Daz was sweating, a phenomenon that didn't happen very often.
Daz lead him through a door and drew back a large green curtain. "That," said Daz "is the Fiction Dimension Port, F.D.P for short." Z stared at it, it was immense, it was incredible, it was like nothing he'd ever seen before.
The Fiction Dimension Port shone brightly, it was a huge mass of electricity and at its heart there was a small, black gap of nothingness. "What the hell is it?" Asked Z in awe. "It's a Fiction Dimension Port." "I know that, I meant what does it do?" "Ahh, now that's the clever bit. Basically it turns fiction to reality." "What? Are you telling me that thing can make dreams come true or something?" "No," Said Daz. "What it does is it makes everything fiction come to life." "Everything?" "Everything."
Z was startled. "Okay, so could this get me back home?" "Yes. In theory." "In theory?" "Well, there are some technicalities..." "Like what?" Z was not prepared to walk into a unknown dimension. "Well, you'd have to be able to navigate the fiction world and..." "Wait a minute! The fiction world? Do you think I'm crazy? I'll be killed! Bugs Bunny will be dropping weights on my head! For God's sake, I'm not going in there!"
Just as Z finished his sentence there was an ear-splitting boom and the ceiling caved in around them. Two scientists lay on the floor, killed by falling debris, blood poured onto the terracotta tiles, there was a scream, another explosion and the unmistakable sound of gunfire.
Z instinctively whipped out his Duel X Laser Guns and shot out a small window, pulling out the emergency Laser Cannon behind it and handing it to Daz. Daz wasn't a particularly good shot, but he could provide some back up fire in necessary. There was a shrill hiss and a long red laser shot through the curtain piercing Daz in the arm. He screamed and fell to the floor swearing.
So much for back up fire. Spinning his guns on his fingertips, Z loosened five shots through the curtain. Two men in masks dropped through it. Both of them stone dead.
There was another explosion and Z saw the smoke pouring through the curtain, blocking his view of the bodies. No, not smoke, gas!
"Oh, crap!" exclaimed Z, he knew there were no windows in the room and he was trapped by poison gas, there was only one thing for it. He gazed at the fluttering green curtain, took a long, deep breath, grabbed Daz by his shirt collar and tossed himself into the black nothingness of the Fiction Dimension Port.
Chapter 1
Dimension Crossover.
Z did not feel good. He did not feel good at all. In fact he felt like his very soul was being scorched from his body. The Fiction Dimension Port seemed to be destroying him, tearing him apart. He shook his body in pain, still holding on to the body of Daz who seemed to have passed out.
Flashing colours were all around, frightening images surged through his brain, but weirdest of all he seemed to be having visions of characters from books, cartoons, even films. He had already seen the immense head of Mickey Mouse soar by, he had seen Donald Duck, he had even seen the exploding vision of Ratchet and Clank, (Ratchet and Clank: main heroes in the Ratchet and Clank games, for PS2) the main characters of a video game he loved.
His brain could not cope with this change, so it decided not to try and shut down.
Z awoke what must have been hours later, the ground beneath him seemed soft, soft and wavy, a little like a bouncy castle. He opened his eyes as his brain did a status check up.
He seemed to be alright, a little drowsy, baggy eyed, his hand ached. Probably from dragging Daz. Daz. Where was he? What had become of him? Was he even still alive? Z struggled to his feet, staggering a little, fighting against gravity to keep upright. Gravity won. He fell to the ground and decided it best if he just tried to crawl. He managed this, but had to fight to keep himself from passing out.
After five minutes or so Z got to his feet and found the mental strength to take stock of the situation. It was soon confirmed that his first thought had been correct; the ground was soft and wavy and was made up of a strange multi-coloured substance. Z knelt down and tried to touch it, but discovered his hand-eye-coordination was still awry and he missed first time. He tried again, this time with a low scooping motion. Z felt it and for a moment he hardly believed what his senses were telling him.
The ground seemed to be made up of liquid! No, not just any liquid, but ink! Multi-coloured ink! How was he standing on it? He did not know, but he decided it must have something to do with being in the fiction world.
He stood straight and turned slowly, it was getting better, but he was still not quite his old self. He looked around; Daz was lying on the ground (or, more appropriately, the ink) a few feet away, still tightly clutching the emergency laser cannon. Z drew his own pistols, feeling for their cool, metal triggers and brushing his hands over their sides. It was a comfort to him and it made him feel better.
He put his guns back in their holsters, felt a sudden urge, twirled around and unlimbered, loosening a few shots into the inky ground. He fired again and again. His uncanny speed and pinpoint accuracy returning to him, he felt himself again, well again.
The same could not be said for Daz. He lay sprawled on the ink, his white lab coat burnt at the joint in his left arm where the laser had pierced, a large gash visible. "Uurrggghh..." Moaned Daz as he came to. He tried to stand and, as Z had done, take stock of his surroundings. He fell to the inky floor again. Z helped him to his feet. "That was one hell of a nasty ride, remind me never to do that again." Daz stood, leaning on Z's arm.
"What happened?" He asked. He sounded as if he was drunk. "We went through the Fiction Dimension Port," Explained Z. "The lab was attacked and there was no where else to go..." He suddenly remembered the dead bodies that had dropped through the curtain, the men he had shot, he had seen them before. Their masks, their armour, they were familiar. They were the men (or men of the same gang, at least) who had attacked his penthouse three years ago, the ones with the Concusser Grenades. Someone was tracking him, possibly trying to kill him, but who? And why?
Daz pulled himself together and took a look around. The ground was wavy, inky. That was strange. He looked left and right, huge inky walls surrounded them and high, high above there was a wide spread ink ceiling. They seemed to be trapped in some sort of ink tunnel. "Ummm, Z, I think you should look at this." "What is it?" Asked Z, snapping out of his daydream. "We're trapped. Totally trapped, there's no way out, there's an ink wall at both ends of this tunnel." "I think I know what to do." Said Z and he drew his pistols, firing two shots into the inky wall. They burst straight through the ink, creating ripples on its surface. Z took a deep breath, clenched his fists tightly round his guns and stepped through the inky wall.
He was gone. Five minutes later and after a little hesitation Daz followed.
Stepping out the other side, Daz breathed deeply, taking in as much air as possible. He couldn't believe what he was seeing.
They were in a long, glass tube, but what was really amazing was the glass tube was inside a giant pen. "Good lord..." Whispered Z. They were inside a pen! A giant pen, floating in a total void of nothingness. "I know what this is!" Exclaimed Daz. "It's the Dimension Crossover point! This area is where we can find access to other portholes, each leading to a different fictional dimension!" "Oh great, so now we can pick and choose, can we? Makes things sooooo much easier." Said Z sarcastically.
"No, you don't understand! This is the best way to find Earth, we have to go through as many dimensions as we can, there just has to be another porthole somewhere." "So what do we do now?" Asked Z. Daz looked down at the glass floor of the tube, below them was another huge glass tunnel containing a giant metal spring. In front of them was a glass wall. "Blast out that wall, there may be a porthole in the tubes behind it."
Z obliged, taking great pleasure in shooting out the wall, he loved the sound of breaking glass, it made him feel safe and peaceful.
The two of them stepped over the broken glass, looking into the plastic tubes beyond. "There are six of them." Said Z, a tad unnecessarily. "Which one do we take?" "You pick." Said Daz simply. "As you wish."
Z knelt down, sliding one pistol into its holster and placing the other onto the clear, glass floor. He spun it, again and again, so that it picked up more and more speed, then, without warning, he jabbed the middle of the gun with a finger. It stopped instantly, pointing to tube at the far left.
"That's the one." Said Z and the two of them walked towards it. They only got halfway, then, with a sudden ear-splitting screech, the glass beneath them began to crack. "Run!" Barked Z bluntly, sprinting to the tube and pulling himself inside. Daz was not quite so lucky. The glass lurched sickeningly, tossing him forward with a speed and momentum more than enough to shatter the glass and send Daz plummeting into the void of darkness below.
Z sighed. You never got used to this sort of thing. He got to his feet and started to walk up the tube, he found in situations like this it was best not to think about it and deal with the problem at hand.
He crawled up the steep hump in the tube, sliding down the dip that followed.
He got to the end of the tube a while later, still trying to block out the fact that Daz was gone and he may never see him again. What really took his mind of it was the sight ahead. Just as Daz had predicted, there was another porthole.
Z hesitated before stepping through the void of darkness at its centre. He remembered what had happened the last time. He took a long, deep breath, drew his pistols and prepared himself. Whatever was ahead of him he knew it could not be good and, in the moments before he entered, he wondered where he would end up.
Well, he thought, to late to go back now. And with that he jumped in to the porthole, which began the process of transferring every atom in his body to a fictional dimension.
