You want to be mean and nasty? Alright, thought Edwin, as he quickly conjured up some rather… unique… new stats for the soon-to-be-former Jack:
Name: Agatha Crone
Age: 57 years
Gender: Female
Sexuality: Straight
Height: 5’0”
Weight: 100 lbs.
Occupation: Witch
Hair: Black and Gray
Reality Alteration: On
Personality Alteration: On
And Edwin engaged the Chronovac. It nearly overheated with such a wild demand. He saw Jack clutch his chest, gasp, and in a flash of black smoke, he was gone!
Edwin looked to the screen of the device and saw that he could monitor Jack’s, now Agatha’s, whereabouts. What he saw was nothing short of astonishing. A thin older woman in a ragged black dress was anxiously pacing about a dusty old house. She gazed in a broken mirror and shrieked, for she saw the face of a woman who could easily pass for her own grandmother, her thin pale hands and dark nails exploring her very angular face. And yet she might be pretty if she wasn’t so haggard. Her wild gray and black hair exploded out from under her pointed black hat, past her narrow shoulders and down her back.
As Jack struggled to understand what had just transpired, something strange happened: she began to laugh—a laugh which slowly grew into an absolute cackle.
Edwin grinned. The power of the Chronovac was truly amazing.