THE JINX CHRONICLES
Some heroes aren’t trying to save the world.
// WARNING: attitude levels exceeding protocol
AT SEVENTEEN, Jinx is doing a spectacularly poor job of staying out of trouble.
In her defense, being the first, and only, reject from the Zen-VR program is enough to chap anyone’s goochute. While everyone else trains for sim-controlled serenity, Jinx shifts her troublemaking into overdrive by sneaking into restricted areas, smuggling contraband tech, and generally irritating every authority figure and food bot within a ten-galaxy radius.
But when the VR crashes, trapping the only person Jinx actually cares about, she’s forced to level up into something almost heroic.
Almost.
Of course the flux-slags, glitch-voids, and boss-level thugs of the universe aren’t about to make saving the VR—and possibly all of reality—easy.
Luckily she’s got a sarcastic tech genius, a dairy-addicted tween AI, a few unpredictable powers, and a very weird prophecy pointing her in the right direction.
Great.
Hopefully that all adds up to something useful, ‘cause she only got a few rotawarps before everything unravels.
Clock is ticking. Whatever. No pressure.
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// CRITICAL ALERT: universe flagged as highly sus
Once again, protecting the prophesied “One” is left to Jinx—an impulsive, superpowered menace who has never followed a single rule.
And juggling glitchy powers, battling shady mercenaries, and tracking OTT kingpins isn’t even the worst of it. She’s got disgruntled food bots plotting her demise, chaos-hungry DeeDee, Zen (aka torture) classes with Hadu, and dark-side Laris to contend with.
Good thing she’s got Jacob, Claire, and enough kravé to fuel a particle accelerator. Because keeping everyone safe while reality slowly unravels is a tall order—one that might require Jinx to master something besides Get Down 3000.
Which would be uncharacteristically prudent.
Because it turns out there’s a lot more to this reality than anyone realized… and a few flux-slags are already lining up to use its secrets for less-than-noble purposes.
Clock’s ticking.
Yeah. Yeah.
She knows.
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