:The rise of Fjalmar:
The world of Rimslap had been scarred and deformed by countless wars. Its entire population could never seem to get along and they had all forsaken their only guide and diety in life, the god Frejman. It had been four eternities since the planet last saw peace, leaving its stick figure inhabitants either dead, in misery or incredibly bored.
One fateful day, however. Their saviour was born.. or hatched really. He became known as Fjalmar the great! Fjalmar the Wise! Fjalmar the scantily clad.. (let’s not elaborate upon that last nickname) All naked and slimy, he emerged from the legendary Sketch-Egg, located deep inside the since long abandoned peach-Roberts hatchery lab. His ancient stick figure genes had an imprint of the lord Frejman and Fjalmar’s pure heart could hear his voice.
Years passed and Fjalmar became a link between his people and their god Frejman. The wars came to an end and Fjalmar stood as a helper, entertaining the bored, demiseriz- uh.. helping the people in misery out of their misery and, well, burying the dead, I guess.
As more time came to pass, Fjalmars services came to be of lesser value. He started to get bored, and so he prayed to his lord. Oh, mighty one. Won’t you take me away from here? I desire adventure. All this people wants me to do nowadays is balance an orange on my head, and that’s lost its charm.
The lord Frejman thought for a while. Well, I have an idea. he replied, just as Fjalmar had started snoring. I know a place where you could go. But it would be dangerous. The place I speak of is full of monsters. It is a place of other heroes and their gods. It is also a place of evil, and ridiculously stupid humor. he added. I’m game. replied Fjalmar. Anywhere’s better than this dump.
And so Frejman said the magic words (no, not those magic words) and sent Fjalmar to live and grow in the world of Godville.