A story about rayguns, airships, knives and portals.
Nix: He was straightforward when he came here. "Greetings stranger, I am Nix, from the year 4014." He doesn't look like an alien, but who am I to judge considering I've never even met the guy. He's also the only one of my strange group that actually knew about space-time breaking. It's not very nice when you think about it considering he's the dumbest one here.
Matthew Shakeshaft: He's an astronomer, or so he says. I think his clothes are a little weird, but considering the mess I'm in, I shouldn't. He sleeps more often than he should, but that's probably because he's up all night stargazing. Oh, and since when did Astronomers know how to use throwing knives? He's from another timeline. I think.
Travvis:An elf. That should be awesome, considering I've always wanted to meet one. But he's different. He has pointy teeth. 'Nuff said. And he likes hitting everyone with the hilt of his blade. Probably also another dimension.
Dmitri Morgan: That's me. I have an apartment to myself away from my relatives. I like sweets, video games, and my tapir. I used to live a normal life until I met these weirdos. But now I'm stuck with them, and all the weird things they dragged along. Specifically, bikers, airships and the occasional monster.