Taylor and Vortex Training Days! Seriously, what do you do for a living?
Taylor and Vortex Training Days
Seriously, what do you do for a living?
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Taylor: Seriously though, how do you pay for all this stuff? I mean, it's not like there is some sort of interdimensional bank, is there?
Vortex: Actually, there are several. But I make my money through property rental. Between favors and divine tributes in the local world's primary currency, I do okay.
Taylor: What, do you rent planets or something?
Vortex: Bah, too much overhead. You have no idea how much an artificial weather matrix can cost you in the long run. No, I rent out Eleven Dimensional Spaces. It's basically a more advanced and flexible version of a holographic simulator.
Taylor: Huh, that sounds like a rush. Could you show me?
Vortex: Eh, sure, I'll drag you along to my next viewing party. I have a couple of friends to expose you to, and we have a special story to review. Three words Taylor: Giant Magical Robots.
Taylor: Sweet!
*Afterwards*
Vortex: So, what did you think?
Taylor *sniff*: You should have mentioned the many, many other words involved in that world. The ending was so fucked up!
Vortex: Ah yes well, don't worry. They spend the next year dealing with the trauma before trying to make things right. We'll watch the follow-up some other time.
Taylor: We'd better! But other than that...was your friend really drinking "The Pain of the Damned?" And how the hell did I know that?
Vortex: My translation features are VERY comprehensive.