Some heroes are born, some are made... some are just idiots.All it takes is one run-in with a lightbulb socket for Tim's entire life to be turned upside-down. Gone are the troubles of being a teenage dork who daydreams about his friend's sister and tries really hard to get anything higher than a F. Well, they still exist, but now he has the added issues of uncontrollable superpowers, hot girls and a rapidly growing list of people who want to kill him.He wants to be a superhero. Normally that's a great idea, but in a city full of bad guys and a population who idolise them, it might not be so. But damn it, he is gonna be a hero anyway! He might not have brains, but he does have powers, bad luck, idealistic morals, a dorky costume and a sense of humour. It will do the job. Some how...

Cowardly dragons, powerful swords, mages, rogue gods, plots to destroy the planet... what could go right?

The drought is now in its third year and although it does depend on who you ask, most will agree that those three years have been three years too many. But if you took that drought and mixed in, say, a pair of powerful swords, a cowardly dragon and a sociopathic god who wants to destroy the world in a bath of endless fire and brimstone, what would you get? Certain doom? Unless, of course, somebody is heroic enough to do something about it...

Enter two rogue gods, a talking sword and a feisty mage. What do they have in common? Not much, unless you count wit, bad luck and the reputation for not being the 'good' guys. Oh, and they are also somewhat united together on a quest to save said world from said doom, or die trying. It really won't be that hard. All they have to do is kill a god... Most would call them stupid. Gods can't be killed. Gods are immortal, it's part of the job description...

Right?

Trigger Warning: Story contains themes of world domination, pyromania and the 4th wall. Also, random fantasy generated place-names and map abuse. Read at your own risk.