When I first heard from god, that I’d have an opportunity to enter a fantasy world full of magic powered by imagination, I thought this was an awesome opportunity. They just asked that I help out with a few things when asked. There’s just a bit of a problem.

“Raaahgh!”

I’ve made my first appearance in the middle of a gathering of crazy cultists that have just summoned a god. Not a good god. Not the god that sent me here. Not even a god that should exist. More like a fake god? A fake god made real.

“Yeah, the whole imagination magic thing proved to be a mistake. You should have plenty of power though, I made sure of it. So go destroy that thing before it starts making a mess of my world.”

Well, the first spell that comes to mind is: “Puppy!”

“Woof, woof!”

The great horror from beyond is now a cute puppy.

“I guess that works. Thanks.” 

… I think there’s something wrong with this world.