Issue #2: "The Wrath of Hemley-O-Teth"

Having examined the white door frame from all sides, opening and closing it several times and peering around it just to make sure, Hundo surveyed the scene. Desert dunes surrounded the door-frame on all sides under a clear, blue sky. Hundo looked back at the white door, but with no other alternative in sight, he shrugged to himself and started walking. What peculiar creatures and alien-like forms awaited him beyond the next dune, he wondered silently to himself, on this strange, new world. He turned back every so often to orient himself with the door, watching it grow smaller and smaller each time he turned, until finally it disappeared over the horizon.

“Well, so much for that idea,” he thought. Now what would become of him? Was he destined then to wander the sands of time forever and a day? He began to feel a might bit thirsty in the radiant sun and was feeling very glad to have taken the “Desert Survival 0101 Workshop” back at his college on Midd-Earth. Unfortunately for Hundo, he still needed one more PE credit to graduate, but who wants to graduate in the dead of winter, anyhow?

“I’d rather be in the nice, warm desert,” thought Hundo. “Perhaps a nice, fresh, cool glass of root beer would do the trick..”

Hundo knew that last PE credit would come in handy some day. Who knew it’d be happening so soon?

“Well, well, well” he thought, “That’s life after Midd for you!”

Hundo was just about to mount the next sand dune when a figure appeared then looking down at him. It was Gospel, dressed very oddly with gold bands around his arms and legs, and wearing a white loin cloth. He also had black dots around his eyes and a tattoo, but those new features could not as yet be made out. Nevertheless, Hundo made towards him, but before he could yell out Gospel’s name, a mass of people stormed over the edge of the dune, headed straight for Hundo. Needless to say, he then started running, tripping, sliding, and falling back down the sand dune in the opposite direction. But no sooner had he gotten to the bottom, but another mass of tribal people in Egyptian garb came running over the last sand dune, so that HUndo found himself in rather a predicament. with no other alternative but to stand his ground, he reached down hurridly to grab a handful of sand, thinking to throw it in the eyes of the first attacking tribal warrior. While this would do little to stop their approach, it might give him another second to dodge the first couple blows, but found himself fingering something hard and cool in the sand. “What’s this?” Hurriedly, Hundo opened the trap door and jumped down into the darkness as it closed over him.