KaveDerry

--WSA 2025 ENTRY--

Sam wasn’t a hero. He was barely even a functional adult.

Just a normal guy dropped into a fantasy world without his consent, Sam had one rule: Don’t be a hero. Unfortunately, when you’ve been “chosen by prophecy” and destiny clings to you like a bad smell, that’s easier said than done.

Summoned to a world that is under siege by a mysterious force known only as the Void, Sam is immediately informed by a cryptic woman that he’s the savior foretold in legend. He wants no part of it. All he wants is to get back home. But fate isn’t taking no for an answer.

Every time Sam tries to walk away, he ends up deeper in trouble — with crazed cultists, pirate queens, sea beasts, corrupted dukes, bureaucratic tribal councils, and at least three gods who shouldn’t be allowed to manage anything more complex than a spoon.

Sure, he was granted powerful magic during the summoning. Unfortunately, it never seems to work when or how he actually needs it.

Armed with accidental magic, weaponized sarcasm, and a complete lack of long-term planning, Sam stumbles through one disaster after another — slowly collecting an increasingly chaotic crew that includes:
– A thief who sees every dilemma as an opportunity to get extra coin,
– A cultist who just wants to open a bakery,
– And a brooding adventurer still emotionally wrecked from his last breakup.
(Oh, and a living plant. Don’t ask.)

Sam’s only goal is to get home. But surviving in a world unraveling at the seams means more than just running away. It means bluffing your way through magical trials, navigating tangled politics, and occasionally wrestling a skeleton.

If he’s lucky, he might just stop the Void from devouring reality. If not? Well, he’ll at least make fun of it until the very end.

Accidental Heroics: A Guide to Surviving Fantasy Land

We were handed the quest scroll over breakfast.

Finn took it like he'd just been knighted. His eyes sparkled, and his face alighted with the kind of earnest excitement usually reserved for children on their birthdays. I, on the other hand, felt like someone had handed me a parking ticket soaked in melodrama.

The parchment was absurdly long. I'm talking curtain-length, royal-proclamation-at-dawn long. Finn squinted at it and muttered something about it being a cursed tapestry. I didn't disagree.

The script was so flowery I think it actually gave me a migraine just trying to read it. All elegant curls and ornamental serifs, like someone had tried to write Shakespeare while drunk on unicorn tears.

The One-Eyed Situation