Jack sees a blank book and a cartoon animal ((what animal is it he sees? Your pick)), then numbers and symbols are falling like rain and everything goes to black.

A giant black chess piece thinks, I chose you. A bolt of black lightning strikes Jack's halberd which turns black.

The analytical side of Jack goes up a hill to fetch a pail of water with Jill, the artistic side. Jack and Jill kiss, fall in love, get married, have baby Jack in a baby carriage. They put baby in a cradle in the top of a tree. The wind blows and the baby comes crashing down with the whole house, landing on top of a poor misunderstood woman who was just collecting taxes from the little village on her land. Jack likes her Ruby slippers, so he takes them from her dead body. Why are thoughts so difficult to think, he thinks. He sits in a thinking pose and turns to stone. That was painful. People stare at him. Thousands of people for thousands of years. A meteorite crashes into a statue, merging with it and hurling it back in time along the trajectory the meteorite followed from the beginning of time.

For the first time, Jack opens his eyes and sees a cartoon moon with a face smiling down on him.

((A dragon?))

Blinking his eyes a few times to try to comprehend why the sky looks like something from a drawing, Jack stares in wonder around him, trying to make sense of things. Not just what he sees in front of him, but his memories which are so bizarre and disjointed. Had he gotten married, was that all real? Did he really have a baby that looked like him, or was that just some sort of strange foretelling? Does he possess the abilities of an Oracle now?

Looking down at himself, he checks his belongings, wondering if he’s drawn as well.

"Hey, snap out of it. It's possible I've come across a pataphysical realm. That's fairly neat, though brings up a lot of philosophical questions don't it?"

"It does," Jack agrees with his compass, though he's still looking around, trying to get his bearings in this world. "Out of curiosity, are all uh, Verser travels so abrupt and short? I feel like I'm getting bounced around a lot. Will I ever find another home? Do I age? I noticed Emperor Jack looked the same as me, or so close I couldn't tell," he asks some questions now that Stella is paying attention.

"Due to the nature of your others, I would have to say your experiences are likely atypical. Though my creator wasn't a 'Verser' and found herself bouncing about for one reason or another quite a bit herself and as my others became plural they spread out fairly quickly. Then again the tenancy for excessive interdenominational transpiration was Balur self-propagation" There was a moment of silence. "You wouldn't happen to know if you have acquired any recent femto-organism infections would you?"
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Jack is looking at his hands now as he talks, before finally turning his attention to the area. Looking to see if he can find any sort of landmarks or perhaps even a road to head toward and take himself somewhere. He’d settle for a two dimensional river.

“An infection? Not to my knowledge, and I don’t seem to have a fever or any of the signs of one, but if it was recent, would I even know?” he asks and pulls out his compass again, pointing it at himself as he checks himself over. Casting a magic detection spell.

As he casts, he also keeps an eye on the compass. It seems appropriate.

(Probably should wait on writer before posting to much with out them lol)

"Oh, I don't know, but it's fun to theorize. Balur was a femto-organism that caused lots of demintional travel and displacement, amoung other things, as part of it's self-propagation. It's original intentions where to convert everything into itself but worked out in symbiosis in the end. It seams to reason if one life form had such a means of propagation of infecting a life-form, forcing/encouraging interdenominational travel, then spreading to other lifeforms that others will developed it as well. I have a grate deal of love for the Leporidaean but I'm quite looking forward to study new lifeforms once more like I would with my creator. Even if can only observe them like this and take note of your more in depth observations. However I'm afraid if it is some from of femto life or mechanisim you would likely having a hard time detecting them due to there size, do you know what atoms are? They are smaller than the stuff that makes up the stuff that makes up atoms."

All of this conversation happened within a blindness which made things hard to see our notice that they were hard to see. It suddenly subsides, and the cartoon Stella compass is revealed to have a cute little cartoon face.

Jack is a black cartoon dragon with two legs & two arms with 4 claws on each hand and foot, 2 tails, 2 wings and 64 spikes.

All of his items are now a small horde of treasure.

Everything is cartoons. He feels somehow less than 3 dimensional when though he can still move around.

He is on top of an icy snow covered mountain, though he feels comfortably warm. From context, it appears that he is about 2 meters tall at shoulder height. His wingspan is only 1 meter, but he feels confident he could still fly somehow.

There are 32 human skeletons with armor all around his horde.

There is a tugging "that-way" sensation ((did I tell you the other name for that sensation yet?)) in the direction of a small village in a valley. The valley is in daylight with the sun directly over it, while it is nighttime on the mountain.

((Stella's others did meet versers earlier than Emperor Jack in Scord and Een. The events of Emperor Jack were about 2000-3000 or so years after Scord merged with Magus and Een merged with Balur - that isn't important to the story, but should give Stella some context))

Jack finally realizes that what he is looking at is indeed the hands and feet of some sort of lizardman. Holding the compass away from himself, he asks Stella to confirm that he’s a lizard and then tucks the compass back away when he’s told he’s some sort of dragon. Like that makes sense. Walking around the hoard, he picks up his belongings and starts to reattach them to himself, because he may be some sort of dragon-like thing with a humanoid shape but he is not a nudist. A dragonkin? But he notes the two tails and thinks he must be some sort of non-true dragon. Like a wyvern.

Picking up the armor off the skeletons, he studies it and starts trying to cobble himself together some sort of makeshift equivalent of an outfit so that he isn’t walking around in the drawn buff. At least a belt or two to hang his sword on, and the gloves perhaps can be refit to his fingers, just with one finger dangling free?

“So, I’m feeling that magnetic pull I sometimes feel in that direction, it’s either another me, or my stuff, that’s what they said,” he talks to himself out loud.

He can’t let the possibility of his copies being in places constantly scare him away.

Once he has finished rounding up a reasonable amount of “stuff” he tucks his tails and starts to fly in the direction of the village that is somehow in a different period of the day.

((Almost forgot about the detection spell)) the detection spell detects no magic whatsoever. It barely works and is far more difficult than it should be.

Dragon Jack finds a breastplate that seems to fit well enough that it won't fall off, but nothing will fit his waist - even things that should fit, just literally won't come near him. Fortunately, he is drawn without genitalia. However, he does find a belt to hold his stuff.

As he flies, an icy wind blows. Down in the village, cartoon humanoid animals are panicking in the streets.

One person stands out as totally calm - a tall ugly bear with brown hair tied back in a ponytail and a heavy beard. He's wearing a knee-length trenchcoat and a ginormous backpack. He's holding a black blacksmithing hammer and standing outside a blacksmith shop called, "Magehammer's Shoppe" A larger sign next to it reads "in a crazy Cartoon Universe. You are welcome here, but don't fuck up my relations with the indigs - This sign for Versers only"
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“I wonder why the breastplate will work, but not the belt, it’s like the world refuses to let me wear a belt,” Jack says as he finally gets everything attached and ready for travel. Missing his halberd as he is, stolen by some thief of a chess piece, he is glad he still has the sword. Though he’d miss the opportunity to plumb the depths of light magic with the former, he can still practice vampiromancy. That’s a thing, he imagines.

Though not in this world, this world seems to lack magic. Though if it lacks magic that begs the question of how his disproportionate wings are keeping him in flight.

Seeing the sign about Versers, he steers toward it. Wondering if the magnet is drawing him there. Oh wait, was it that it drew him to Versers or other Jacks? He admittedly had been a bit frazzled during that explanation.

As he lands a bit away from the bear, he lifts a hand to wave.

((Oops, I worded that poorly. I meant that no pants or greaves or anything to cover the lower half of the body will come near Dragon Jack, but a belt to carry his stuff can be worn. So I assume he'd be wearing the belt with his stuff on it))



((I'm not sure if I was unclear - Jack's halberd is still with him, it's just black now instead of what it was))

The vampire sword is now two gem-cut bats wrapped around eachother whose wings form the blade with a channel down the center like in this image https://www.he-man.org/assets/...letor_huge_sword.jpg

The bats can speak, but only Dragon Jack can hear them since they can't actually move their mouths. They are bickering like a curmudgeonly old married couple. They're not saying anything important yet.

((I didn't mention the roll, but earlier I rolled for your detect magic spell, and it was a bad roll. But the compass should be capable of seeing what magic there is here. The black halberd, vampire sword, the bear and Dragon Jack all have low levels of magic present))



The Bear calls out, "Hello noob! So you're on your second verse. What do you know so far?"

Before they come up to the bear Stella chimes in "If this place is pataphysical, you may be able to draw things into existence. Please try to if you get the chance, the results would be most interesting."

At Stella’s words, Jack pauses and leans over, using a finger to draw a small ball on the ground, giving it adequate shading with his finger. He’s actually not terrible at drawing, a result of years of academia, drawing diagrams constantly and a need for a steady hand. He can do shapes and diagrams really well! Not so good at hands though. “Like that?” he asks Stella.

Once he has tried the ball experiment, he moves on, heading over to talk with the Bear.

“Next to nothing,” Jack answers the bear honestly, because he has no reason to lie. Walking up to the bear, he looks beyond him, wondering if there is some sort of shop or if he himself is the shop, and is going to summon the gear from yet another pocket dimension.

"My name is Jack, can I call you Mr. Magehammer?"

((I had to research pataphysics a little. Interesting, but I haven't researched enough to understand it.))

Wow.
This was for the Dragon instincts to kick in and Jack to create a ball or not. Not only is the roll high enough, it's a symmetrical proportional palindrome. This is a clear success and recieved the natural palindrome bonus that I just created because of how much I love palindromes.

Jack focuses on organizing the surface beneath his claw to darken as he renders the ball. Once he finishes it seems like it didn't work until the moment he shifts position and its perspective shifts with his movement revealing that it did indeed work remarkably well.

Beyond the bear is a blacksmith shoppe complete with a forge, an anvil, shelves of uber-black iron items and more.

Mr Magehammer gleams at the honorific and declares, "Well! At least someone knows how to show proper respect!" Under his breath Jack can hear with his Dragon hearing, "not like that obstinate Scord. His second verse and he just had to learn magic, wouldn't listen to my advice."

Magehammer holds his hammer above his head and Stella picks up on high levels of the same kind of magic Jack used to create the ball. He swings it around and a still image of a clock appears above his head. The panicking animals who were running back and forth crying, "DRAGON" all suddenly stop moving.

"Nice display of Order Magic back there with that drawing, by the way. Where'd you learn that? But first things first, let's go someplace more private, and fix this mess before the locals hire a Dragonslayer." He points his hands at the floating clock and moves the minute hand backward by 5 minutes. "That should do it. Come inside my forge." He walks over to his forge and dives in head first, squeezing to fit into the opening that is smaller than he was.

Picking up his first bit of ‘Order Magic’ as Mr. Magehammer would end up calling it, Jack bounces it in his hand as he walks and talks to the bear-wizard-smith. Looking past the smith into the shop, he smiles at the pleasant reception and nods his head.

“They don’t like that I’m a dragon? Why am I a dragon anyway?” he asks, as he watches the bit of time magic! Time magic! He needs to learn that, and he makes a mental note to see if he can’t get the guy to teach it to him and make use of that gift from Stella.

The question about the magic earns a shrug.

“A friend suggested it, so I tried it, and it worked,” he answers and follows the bear. Doing what he does and trusting that the inherent laws of this place will make it work.