The Mehliad

Chapter 43
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.

“Wow, this place looks just like I remembered,” I said under my breath as we walked off the SS Stupid Boat. The office park was clean, cleaner than it had ever seemed when I worked for that goofball selling infrared butt hole waxers or whatever.

“I’ve heard about this place,” Goggles said as we hiked through the parking lot, “But I never thought I’d live to see it. I’d heard it’d been destroyed.”

“Destroyed? You’re crazy. Woot’s going strong. Obviously they must’ve gotten their hands on some interdimensional portal thingy and beamed their way over here. Probably higher margins.”

“Why do you keep calling it that?”

“Woot? That’s…I mean that’s the name of it. What the hell do you call it?”

“I’ve never heard it called anything but Wootazon.”

“Huh. Well maybe it’s just a translation error or something.”

“Welcome,” Aoelh said as he pointed to the group of people approaching us from the building entrance.