Another day, another runaway dimension.
This isn’t my first ballroom and I can pose like a motherfucker, so let’s cut to the chase.
Are there velociraptors? Sentiment buildings with murderous intent? Is this world relatively stable or could next week turn into Christmasland with small cannibalistic elves? How often does magic go out or get fucked with? Is there coconut oil? Alcohol beyond warm ale? I have limited experience trying to reinvent champagne.
What else am I missing, Bambi?