“I’ll go to church this Sunday, what’s the worst that could happen?” You told yourself.

Next thing you knew, you were in a library with some strangely familiar old man.

The library had a campfire in the center, with two green statues next to it. Both in armor and holding sledgehammers. There were a few darkners scattered here and there, each doing their own thing. However, the most intriguing one was Gerson Boom

He’s sitting on a big oak table, Quill in hand, writing some meaningless story as you awkwardly sat far away from him. He was as green as a turtle-monster could be, his hair and beard pink in color, and one eye permanently closed. He’s probably missing an eyeball, or..something.

I should get out of here You thought. But before you could weigh the option of jumping off a high place in hopes of waking up, he snapped you out of your little daze.

“Hey, kid! You just gonna sit there all day?” Followed by a laugh. His signature, unforgettable: “Ge-hah! Hah! Hah!”

“C’mon, kid! How was yer day? Any exciting things? Or do ya wanna join me in writing?”

He gestured to the page in front of him, with the title Lord Of The Hammer written at the top of the page.