User blog comment:GrandMethuselah67/Crossover Sheet: Jiezou City/@comment-23854671-20150915020003/@comment-26322734-20150919031702

It came out of nowhere. Halfaerd jumped as his hand was impaled, and then his head came afterwards. His body fell to the side and into the flooded streets below, limp, lifeless...

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Callaghan walked through the evacuating crowds, his nice leather boots being soaked as he waddled through the water. Damn it, he'd gone through a lot of effort learning the common styles of men in this plane, making excuses for his abnormal height (six foot eight, to be precise) and even more excuses for his strange powers. Now there was some kind of crisis going on. He was dressed like an adventurer, it wouldn't hurt saving the day a bit, especially since it's been a lazy few weeks.

He walked into the alley way to see a strange sight. Some plant girl, a dude that Callaghan immediately recognized as being made out of wax once he microscoped to the molecular level on the guy's skin, an alien on the roof and some unicorn...thing.

"...What the hell is going on here?" Callaghan spoke in fluent Common, the language everybody knew in the Planes of World-3.