The Accidental Cult of the Mud Hut
By @john1208
Kelm was perfectly content working the night shift and avoiding human contact. That is, until a glowing delivery package drops him into the lethal Xoltar Wastes. Armed with nothing but a rusty trowel and an unresponsive status menu, Kelm assumes he has been drafted into a twisted, high-budget reality show. Convinced that the only way to be sent home is to reach a zero-percent approval rating, he sets out to be the most unhelpful, sarcastic jerk possible. He builds a pathetic mud hut to showcase his lack of effort, and when an apocalyptic dragon attacks, he swats it with a rolled-up parchment, turning the beast into a purring house cat.
Told in alternating third-person perspectives between Kelm's lazy internal monologue and the hyper-dramatic reverence of those around him, Kelm grossly misunderstands the rules of this world. His maxed-out Charisma stat means his world-weary sighs are interpreted as divine melancholy, and his mud hut radiates blinding holy energy. Now, an elite double-agent sent by the arrogant Ophalari elves to assassinate him has instead fallen into flushed, fanatical devotion. As a supremacist empire abandons its dogma to worship at his muddy doorstep, just what does a guy have to do to get cancelled around here?
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