In a fog-draped medieval village, Sir Whiskerton—the bravest (and most unnecessarily dramatic) cat in the kingdom—set out on a quest to retrieve the Sacred Fish of Eldermoor, which may or may not have just been a slightly stale trout behind the tavern. Armed with a crooked feather, an overinflated sense of destiny, and absolutely no plan, he meowed his way past confused villagers, insulted a perfectly innocent goose, and declared victory over a shadow he believed to be a dragon. By sunset, he returned home, accomplished nothing, and demanded applause anyway.

Your nosy butt wanted to know what this is about—but just like the story above, your visit here is pointless. Find something useful to do in life.