Rescue an adventurer. Recover a sacred key. Finish your burger shift.
A priestess offers respectable money for a key with an unreasonable handle. Another party needs it to rescue their friend. The temple's brass porter objects to unauthorized shortcuts. Naturally, you're the sensible person available.
In fantasy VR, you're Bob: an experienced adventurer accompanied by Hazelnut, a sharp-witted were-squirrel with ideas of her own. OpenMouth's affectionate, mock-heroic narration treats your every negotiation as further evidence of greatness. The evidence is mixed.
In physical reality, you're Johnny, still on shift at NeoKing Burgers. You have the rare ability to divide your attention between both worlds. Cynthia needs coverage; destiny does not arrange breaks.
Bargain, rescue, bluff, fight, flirt, or find a route nobody thought to forbid. Choose when to return to Johnny's worn-tech, neon-and-hot-oil reality. A complete comic fantasy adventure with a cyberpunk day job—not a prescribed solution or a forced romance.
No extension required. Your choices do the work.
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A respectable offer
At last, a task worthy of Bob: recovering a sacred instrument of unimaginable power. Or, at the very least, a key with an unnecessarily large handle.
High Priestess Aurelia set a drawing on the altar. It showed a brass key whose handle dwarfed the door beside it.
“The Waykey,” she said. “A sacred instrument for overcoming obstacles.”
Hazelnut studied the drawing. “Doors?”
“Among others.”
“Invoices?”
“Not yours.”
Aurelia placed a purse beside the drawing. The coins made a much less sacred sound.
“It's in the old hill temple. Another party went in this morning. Our porter has since rung the unauthorized-entrance bell seventeen times. I would like the key returned before it learns an eighteenth way to complain.”
Hazelnut's smile sharpened. “Does the porter know you hire people to enter?”
“It has been informed. Agreement is not among its functions.”
The purse remained on the altar. Destiny was available for negotiation; the handle's proportions were apparently not.
Aurelia nudged the purse forward. “Well, Bob? What would you need to know?”