The Mehliad

Chapter 31
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.

“Oh my God, this place is amazing!” Norton ran off the ship before we’d finished docking, ecstatic. We’d landed at the shore of Thingee, a nerd heaven full of pop culture riffs, toys, and distractions. It was a welcome respite after such a long voyage full of heartache.

“He’s like a kid,” huffed Geoff, “You’d think by now he’d be over such silly toys and- IS THAT A STAR TREK BLUETOOTH COMMUNICATOR BADGE?” He scampered down the gangplank and was off.

“Man, these guys really live the life,” I said, whistling while we took in the glittering storefronts full of lights, lasers, robots, and….hmmm. Monkeys? Where had I seen those smiling simian faces before? Something seemed so familiar about them.

“Man, this place is neat,” Goggles said, “It’ll be a shame when it’s sucked into a whirling ball of slugdicks.”

“How are they following us? We’ve taken a lot of care to not leave a trail. But like clockwork, they’ve shown up at every single place we’ve stopped.”

“Well, we don’t leave a trail but we are a giant fucking boat in the sky. We’re not hard to miss.”

“No, it can’t be that.”

“Ha, well it’s not like we can count on Norton to find out.”

“Yeah. Guess not.”