Taylor had a plan. Not just any plan but a great plan, the greatest plan. But she was going to need help to pull it off, and if no one was willing to help her, she was more than willing to make her own help.

What if Taylor triggered with the power to summon skaven?

Taylor has been cursed with a kleptomaniac robot skeleton living in her head. Shenanigans ensue.

Much like the first Helbrass, Taylor never set out to become a Champion of Chaos; much like Pepe Le Pew, Tzeentch just refused to stop messing with her. Blessed (or cursed) with regeneration so powerful that even things nearby can come back to life, she's about to be dropped into awful situations like a spiky harem protagonist.

Four chortling Powers. Eight winds of magic. One teenage girl. Thirteen has never been a more unlucky number.

Comedy side-stories for Tyrant, where absolutely nothing makes sense and a strange girl tries to make friends. Please read the first chapter for warnings and disclaimers ... and if you respect me as an author, probably stop reading. Seriously.