The Mehliad

Chapter 27
Continuing the tale of young Dan Fogelberg (no not that one), who fell asleep in a storm and woke in a fantastical, creepy land. Beyond that, your guess is as good as ours.

We’d rated our favorite beers, played 15 games of foosball, and shit on every NFL owner when I decided to press my luck again.

“So I’m trying to find my way back home, and any advice or info you have would be appreciated.” A chuckle rippled through the group.

“Yeah, we’d be happy to help the DESTROYER OF WORLDS.”

“What?” I looked to my party. Geoff, Norton, and Goggles were as confused as me. Even Aoelh shrugged.

“We heard you were coming,” the Snarksportsian said, “From the dead villages you visited.”

“Dead villages?” said Geoff. “Ogle was in rough shape, but I don’t know if I’d call it destroyed.”

“Not just Ogle. Autobahnia, Giz, Yonic, even Fred san, that sad piece of shit. They’re all gone.”

“Gone? What do you mean?”

“Acquired. Absorbed. Taken over.”

“By who?”

“Whom.”

“Fuck you. Whom?”

“Who do you think?” the manchild smirked, “The Overlords.”