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“What the tarnation-?” Old man Jenkins jumped out of his seat as he saw a small bump growing under his carpet. He had been enjoying a rerun of ‘friends’ on television while sipping on cranberry juice, until this strange event occurred. Suddenly, the bump shot up, blowing away the circular carpeting, to reveal the most grotesque abomination of mankind standing before him – so much so that Old man Jenkins felt the urge to barf up his last meal. The creature was humanoid in nature, and rather simple. A human skull, attached to a human calf and foot, which could hop around. It’s skin was dark green, stretched tight across it’s knobbly bones. Where this homunculi came from is unknown. It was also a Cyclops, staring with it’s one, large, freaky protruding bug eye. It was like the eye of a fish, except for the fact that this creature did seem much more sentient than a fish.
“You WON! The dang ol’ grand prize! A trip into a random parallel universe! Spin the wheel…” Old man Jenkins was dumbstruck. He didn’t know how to react, so, he just spun the wheel. It went around and around, and eventually came to a slow halt with the pointer stuck on: Nether. “Uh oh… looks like you got the nether! That’s hell! Oh, I hear it’s just awfu-“ Acting on impulse, Jenkins grabbed the thing by the ankle and hurled it into the wall. He heard a crash, and immediately cursed himself. The thing was attempting to hop, bleeding all over the carpet. He quickly chased it down and made a leap in an attempt to tackle the creature. But, coincidentally, just as Jenkins jumped the ground beneath the thing split open, and Jenkins fell an unknown distance onto something gooey. His back hurt terribly and Jenkins was now having a panic attack. The air was hot, humid, pitch black, and stank of sulfur. He noticed that the goo was moving – and that it wasn’t just goo, it was maggots. Suddenly poor Old man Jenkins was overwhelmed by a feeling of desperation; of wanting to be anywhere else than where he was that moment.
With a loud, bright spark a light bulb came on. A voice came on loudspeakers. “Old man Jenkins, you’ve been brought here today as a reminder to you that happiness comes from within. You realized that compared to hell, normal life was actually like a vacation. So think of this as teaching you happiness.” Jenkins thought for a moment, and screamed “Whats going on?! I just wanted to watch ‘friends!’” Jenkins sat there shivering for a moment, silently sobbing to himself, until he realized that it didn’t smell so bad anymore. And where were all the maggots? He opened his eyes to discover himself sitting on his living room couch, and everything seemed normal. Old man Jenkins was quite relieved as he realized that everything that had occurred had been a bad dream.
After this bizarre experience, Jenkins was very exhausted. He tuned out the lights and passed out on his couch. From that day on, Old man Jenkins was content with his boring life, and was grateful for what he had.
“What the tarnation-?” Old man Jenkins jumped out of his seat as he saw a small bump growing under his carpet. He had been enjoying a rerun of ‘friends’ on television while sipping on cranberry juice, until this strange event occurred. Suddenly, the bump shot up, blowing away the circular carpeting, to reveal the most grotesque abomination of mankind standing before him – so much so that Old man Jenkins felt the urge to barf up his last meal. The creature was humanoid in nature, and rather simple. A human skull, attached to a human calf and foot, which could hop around. It’s skin was dark green, stretched tight across it’s knobbly bones. Where this homunculi came from is unknown. It was also a Cyclops, staring with it’s one, large, freaky protruding bug eye. It was like the eye of a fish, except for the fact that this creature did seem much more sentient than a fish.
“You WON! The dang ol’ grand prize! A trip into a random parallel universe! Spin the wheel…” Old man Jenkins was dumbstruck. He didn’t know how to react, so, he just spun the wheel. It went around and around, and eventually came to a slow halt with the pointer stuck on: Nether. “Uh oh… looks like you got the nether! That’s hell! Oh, I hear it’s just awfu-“ Acting on impulse, Jenkins grabbed the thing by the ankle and hurled it into the wall. He heard a crash, and immediately cursed himself. The thing was attempting to hop, bleeding all over the carpet. He quickly chased it down and made a leap in an attempt to tackle the creature. But, coincidentally, just as Jenkins jumped the ground beneath the thing split open, and Jenkins fell an unknown distance onto something gooey. His back hurt terribly and Jenkins was now having a panic attack. The air was hot, humid, pitch black, and stank of sulfur. He noticed that the goo was moving – and that it wasn’t just goo, it was maggots. Suddenly poor Old man Jenkins was overwhelmed by a feeling of desperation; of wanting to be anywhere else than where he was that moment.
With a loud, bright spark a light bulb came on. A voice came on loudspeakers. “Old man Jenkins, you’ve been brought here today as a reminder to you that happiness comes from within. You realized that compared to hell, normal life was actually like a vacation. So think of this as teaching you happiness.” Jenkins thought for a moment, and screamed “Whats going on?! I just wanted to watch ‘friends!’” Jenkins sat there shivering for a moment, silently sobbing to himself, until he realized that it didn’t smell so bad anymore. And where were all the maggots? He opened his eyes to discover himself sitting on his living room couch, and everything seemed normal. Old man Jenkins was quite relieved as he realized that everything that had occurred had been a bad dream.
After this bizarre experience, Jenkins was very exhausted. He tuned out the lights and passed out on his couch. From that day on, Old man Jenkins was content with his boring life, and was grateful for what he had.
