Rude Royals and Devious Deity

“Just as the second opinion here, I’m gonna say she’s at least a googol.”

“Hah! That’s easy! It’s ‘cuz I don’t sleep!”

“It feels pretty frickin’ great!”

Pause. Give it a second for things to click in.

Okay, maybe the queen got herself a little lost. Okay, turn that maybe into a hell yeah because she was definitely not on Gasmoxia anymore, though she did flee towards wherever reminded her of home.

Glycerin, ever the thrill-seeker, doing as she pleased no matter the rhyme or reason, stumbled upon this new place, filled with creatures her size, with wings just like her! Except they were scaled. Apparently, these were the Dragon Realms. Who knew she could stumble upon fantastical creatures just on Earth alone!

Of course, this wasn’t Earth, no one even seemed to know what that was, except that the Wumpa Islands she was familiar with was now connected to the Realms thanks to a recent grand prix. Oxy would know more about that, but she wanted to discover this herself, discovering something potentially far more rewarding than just goofing off on primitive planet.

However, the more she went in, the more unnatural this new Realm felt. There was magic all over, something only her deity was supposed to touch. It made her uneasy, but, being her, she couldn’t just turn back.

MAKE   YOUR   MUSE  &   YOURSELF.

It was usually three tiny steps when it came to the nymph’s dive into racing. If it wasn’t the occasional drive around the planet with their parent, it was being sent to check on the tracks. Couldn’t really have them fall into disarray when the Earthlings rightfully should still be into the oh so great sport of kart racing.

Everything else on the islands seemed as fine as it ever was. Nothing really had shaken the serene beaches, sewers, villages, and places of extreme weather that somehow did no real harm to the inhabitants. Even they could stand the likes of Polar Pass.

However, soon arrived Citadel City, the least favourite area of both members of the Nitros family. It had Cortex’s stink all over it, dreadful race tracks aplenty, the only saviour being the teleporter to Oxide’s personal race track built into an asteroid. 

But of course, the travel there and having to look over everything brought only one real word to the nymph; boredom. They were not so much physically exhausted, yet they still desired something energizing, stimulation, even somewhat purpose into this long trip across all of the Wumpa Islands.

Suddenly, Sylazide was struck with a solution to this need. There was a casino here, right? Maybe there was a way they could tamper around with it, maybe make a mess, a problem. Who was going to stop them from cheating the system, there were no laws preventing an adolescent alien from gambling, for starters.