.just made it. The place smelled awful. NO ventilation. Windows closed. Hot. Dirty. Floor looked filthy. Wondered if it had ever been cleaned. I didn'... care, actually, as I had to do my thing. Wouldn't matter if I missed the toilet, either. The door openned and I heard voices. Laughing. The door closed. Within seconds, I find I am wearing some kind of black bag over my head.Hands quickly secured behind my back, unable to collect my wits, I struggled to maintain my balance.Basically dropped to. It's mine!" But I'm already chewing it, now how am I suppose to give it back?" Well, Mom told you to kiss me, right?"Karen came forward suddenly and put both her hands around the back of my head to hold me still while she clamped her lips over mine, and I say clamped as opposed to kissed because it felt like a vacuum cleaner had been attached to my face.My sister parted my lips with her tongue so she could suction every last pasty crumb of the half chewed cookie right out of my mouth, and her. And another one that is about to be published, it is a group of six. None are really good, one is kinda evil, and one of them is a traitor. But in that one the traitor could be any of them, the DM decides at the start which it is. But once again, the goal of all of them is to uncover the group trying to bring down their city, they just do not know which one of them is trying to defeat the group from inside.”“Pete, you should take a few psychology classes. There actually is a section in them. She's a superhero in her home dimension too. If she's a good basis for comparison, our laws of physics and reality don't allow for the more exotic weirdness that may exist in your world." The good news is that I have experience helping people displaced from their homes. I have plenty of room and can probably create an identity for you in this world. Since we don't know you as anything more than a fictional character, there may be trust issues to begin with..."Here he spoke a bit more loudly; I.