He was just trying to survive his day-to-day existence when fate decided to throw him into a multiversal blender. Now he’s got a Wii-like controller that does everything except what he wants, a title that may or may not involve pickles, and a cosmic destiny that makes about as much sense as a flying toaster in a formal suit. Armed with absolutely no clue what he’s doing and a knack for stumbling into chaos, Eryk must navigate a world where magical prisons, sentient jam, and philosophical debates about sea cucumbers are the least of his worries. And when the universe starts treating his life like an improv game gone wrong, the question becomes: can Eryk survive the madness without losing his marbles.. or worse, his sense of humor? a universe where pickles are powerful, things are not what they seem, and anything is possible