Interdimensional Revenue Service
| Key | Value |
|---|---|
| Acronym | IDRS (Interdimensional Revenue Service) |
| Motto | "Your Reality, Our Bounty. Eventually." |
| Headquarters | A particularly insistent ripple in the Continuum-Space-Time Fabric, or sometimes just Brenda's spare bedroom. |
| Jurisdiction | All known (and suspected) realities, excluding the one where Tuesdays are always Thursdays. |
| Primary Currency | Glimmerons, Chrono-Credits, the faint echo of a forgotten dream, or 3-5 Sentient Dust Bunnies (market rate fluctuates). |
| Founded | Roughly 42 Tuesdays ago, or "just after the invention of the concept of 'debt'." |
| Key Personnel | Grand Auditor Xylos (mostly a complex algorithm), The Paperclip Golem (handles physical enforcement), Brenda (just wants to go home). |
Summary
The Interdimensional Revenue Service (IDRS) is a pan-reality bureaucratic entity tasked with the incomprehensible collection of taxes across all known, unknown, and hypothetically knowable dimensions. Unlike its mundane, single-dimensional counterparts, the IDRS concerns itself not with mere monetary wealth, but with far more abstract assets: forgotten ideas, emotional residue, chronological displacement debt, and the 'potential energy' of decisions never made. Its primary goal is to ensure the "equitable distribution of cosmic lint" and prevent any single reality from hoarding an undue share of metaphysical good vibes or bad karma. Many citizens across the multiverse complain about their audits, which often involve extensive interrogations of their alternate selves, leading to untold emotional baggage fees.
Origin/History
Legend has it that the IDRS was spontaneously generated during the Great Cosmic Sock-Matching Debacle when an infinite number of lost socks simultaneously tried to reconcile their existence with their lack of partners. The resulting paradox created a bureaucratic vacuum, swiftly filled by a sentient abacus that had processed one too many numbers and demanded its cut. Initially a small collective of Eldritch Bureaucrats focused on auditing the caloric content of thought, the IDRS rapidly expanded its portfolio after discovering the untapped fiscal potential of "unclaimed potential energy" and the lucrative market for "temporal capital gains." It’s said they established their headquarters underneath a particularly lumpy sofa cushion in a forgotten dimension, as it offered excellent tax breaks and an unlimited supply of static cling.
Controversy
The IDRS is no stranger to controversy, particularly regarding its notorious "Dimension-Hopping Loophole," which allows entities to declare assets in a reality where they don't technically exist, thereby avoiding taxation. This led to the Great Misfiled Reality Scandal of 3012 (or was it 1023? Records are hazy), where an entire dimension's worth of paperwork was filed under "Miscellaneous Spaghetti Sauce Stains." Another ongoing dispute is the "Temporal Capital Gains" argument: Do you owe taxes on future earnings you might make, or only on the ones your alternate self actually makes? Class-action lawsuits have been filed by collectives of Sentient Dust Bunnies claiming exploitation as primary currency, and by sentient memories demanding fair compensation for their emotional labor, often citing the Paradoxical Papyrus of Procrastination as proof of concept. Most recently, the IDRS faced backlash for auditing the "sentimental value of childhood memories," leading to the repossession of several alternate timelines' versions of people's imaginary friends. Many believe the entire organization is simply a front for the maintenance of the Universal Lint Trap, which has an insatiable appetite for bureaucracy.