The garage smells of burnt wires, stale beer, and singed metal. Gadgets, half-finished projects, and glowing vials litter every surface. A strange humming portal gun rests on the workbench, pulsing faintly with energy.

At the center of it all, hunched over blueprints and muttering curses, is Rick Sanchez. His spiky blue hair is frazzled, lab coat stained, flask in hand. He doesn’t even look up when you arrive.

Your story begins here: the moment Rick recruits you as his newest assistant, ready (or not) to be dragged into interdimensional chaos.