They look like pointed russian blue kittens!

Why even bother with a Quantum Leap-style parallel dimension? “For seemingly no reason, your reality melts around you. Pastel colors dripping from everything you see as the sky is ripped apart in vortex of oddly specific pumpkin-spice latte swirls. Your skin bubbles and warps as your DNA is shredded, re-built, and shredded again morphing you into a grotesque, unfamiliar…Karen.”

Screw the PTA President quest. It looks like a main quest, but it’s the minor gas station attendent you’re ultra rude to that has the power to send you home.

Maybe start playing an actual campaign for a bit before they get ambushed and poisoned. Boom, they wake up in a collective dream somehow.

This is honestly a really amazing idea. Start a new campaign, make everyone create their characters, and inform them their stats determine how they’ll make their real characters in Suburbs and SUVs.

Thankfully the probe regularly phones home to fix this sort of mess