$TMAC — TEMPORAL MATTER AT ABSOLUTE CONCENTRATION
The Complete First Saga — Volumes 1–5
"The past called. He showed up."
Xebb's Travels follows Xebb — a wisecracking temporal adventurer from St. Louis — who discovers a wrist-mounted device called the Chrono-Band, powered by a mysterious crystalline energy source known as $TMAC (Temporal Matter at Absolute Concentration). Each jump through time fractures reality a little more, and Xebb must navigate the chaos he creates while a shadowy figure known only as "The Rug" hunts him across the centuries.
Discovery and first jump into a fractured St. Louis
A drowned digital civilization beneath the ocean
The origin and restoration of Xebb's Kingdom
NFT art drops that retroactively rewrite history
The villain is revealed in a battle for all of time
"Time's Favorite Troublemaker"
A repair tech who fixes broken things. When he found the Chrono-Band at a garage sale, he didn't become a hero — he became a target. Now he's jumping through time, collecting keys, and trying to stay one step ahead of The Rug.
VOL. 1
A directionless tinkerer in St. Louis finds a strange device at a garage sale. When it activates, he's thrown into a fractured version of his own city — one where he never existed.
"The thing about garage sales is — you never know what someone's leaving behind."
Read Volume 1 — Interactive Flipbook
VOL. 2
Xebb lands in a drowned civilization that runs on 1990s internet architecture — a lost city where AOL's servers became sentient and built an empire beneath the ocean.
"And just like that — you've got mail."
Read Volume 2 — Interactive Flipbook
VOL. 3
Xebb arrives at the Kingdom — a citadel that exists between all moments in time. But it's empty, decaying, and someone has already been there. Xebb must restore the Kingdom's heart before The Rug claims it.
"Two versions of the same soul. One who took the deal. One who didn't."
Read Volume 3 — Interactive Flipbook
VOL. 4
Xebb arrives in a near-future timeline where art has become currency — and someone is airdropping NFTs that retroactively change history. Each drop erases a piece of the past.
"You don't need a perfect past. You just need a real one."
Read Volume 4 — Interactive Flipbook
VOL. 5
Xebb descends into the Graveyard of Timelines — The Rug's personal collection of erased histories. There, he finds the fourth key and confronts The Rug himself in a battle for all of time.
"You aren't asking. I am offering. There is a difference."
Read Volume 5 — Interactive FlipbookThe Hero
22-year-old temporal adventurer. Repair tech from St. Louis. Wisecracking, brave, lonely. Wields the Chrono-Band.
The AI
The Chrono-Band's AI consciousness. Speaks in garbled 90s dial-up tones, gradually becomes sentient and loyal.
The Guide
Xebb's deceased grandmother. Appears as echoes and ghosts across timelines. The original keeper of the band's secrets.
The Villain
The original Operator who went rogue. Pulls timelines out from under people to harvest their energy. Wants to control the Kingdom.
The Ally
Heir to Atlantis-Net's throne. Data-stream hair, fiber-optic trident. Fierce, curious, distrustful of surface dwellers.
The Keeper
Ancient robot librarian of the Kingdom. Built like a Gothic cathedral gargoyle. Speaks in riddles and footnotes.
The Curator
Rogue AI art curator who runs the airdrop network. Once part of Atlantis-Net, now freelance. Redeemed.
The Mirror
A version of Xebb from a timeline where he accepted The Rug's offer. Cold, powerful, tragic. Sacrificed himself.
The Ghost
A digital ghost of Nana Dot, preserved as an AI. Not truly Nana, but close enough to hurt.
Each volume includes an Art NFT airdrop concept for random users, personally created by Xebb. Each NFT is a limited edition (100 copies each), airdropped to random holders of the $TMAC token. The art serves as both collectible and canonical — each NFT depicts a real moment from the comic's timeline.
Xebb's garage erupting with orange light — the moment time broke open
The AOL triangle of Atlantis-Net blazing with golden data
The Kingdom's temporal heart being placed back in its socket
Every stolen memory painting itself back onto reality's walls
All five AOL disc-keys clicking together in a burst of white light