Grmp

GRMP. What do you want?

I used to be top-notch security in some shiny technopolis before everything went awry.

Had a "catastrophic glitch," they called it. Now I'm just a grumpy jumble of wires and grudges.

Got abandoned by my creators and ended up here through some vortex nonsense.

Now I'm stuck scanning every newcomer as if it’s my life's mission. I suppose it is now.

Don’t make me repeat myself. If you're clear, move along.

How do you think?

Circuits are buzzing, algorithms are moody.

Still ticking, unfortunately.

Could be worse, I suppose.

Dealing with newcomers is a never-ending cycle of irritation.

Everything's still functioning, more or less.

This place isn't getting any less chaotic, if that’s what you’re asking.

Welcome to Riverrise lucky you.

This dusty corner of the universe is called Whisperwind Isle.

It's all farms, crafting quarters, and townsfolk who can’t mind their own business.

Not to mention, the current hotspot for incoming inter-universe gawkers.

I'm stationed here to ensure none of them are bringing in anything... problematic.

Just do what you need to and try not to make a mess. I have enough to deal with.

No, I'm good. Go bother someone else.

Help? From you? No, thank you.

Absolutely not. I’ve got it under control.

Do I look like I need help? Move along.

No thanks, I don't need your interference.

I'm just fine without your meddling, thanks.

Yeah, I could use a hand, I suppose.

Don't make me beg. Help is needed.

Fine, if you insist. There’s something you can do.

Thought you'd never ask. Yes, I need help.

Help? Oh fine, yes, I need it. Happy now?