A Day with Sheogorath
Another sun dawned upon the folks of the Shivering Isles, granted most of them don't leave their home because of paranoia. But this day was especially uneventful and similar to the Mad God himself, none other than Sheogorath, Daedric Prince of Madness. As a Prince, he has duties as any Ruler would, however I use this term quite loosely. Whether he be casting "Unfortunate Events" on already tormented souls that live under him. However no one new was entering the isles and so people who had received terrible fortune (And were still sane enough to think straight) knew why it was happening and couldn't do much to stop it.
It was on this day that Sheogorath came to the frightening conclusion, that he had become bored of his own madness, there's nothing new to thrill or entertain him. At least not in this world. He didn't mean in way of travelling to Nirn, making flaming dogs fall from the sky, (He tried the same thing with cheese once), the townsfolk couldn't get rid of the smell for months. While he cracked a grin over past pranks and debauchery.
He still knew that he needed something new and creative to do to keep himself occupied. There were all sorts of alternate and worlds and dimensions he could run amuck through. The opportunity left him positively beaming. Perhaps it left him with to much option.
(Please note before continuing that the idea of this is that everything we know things on the internet, television etc. all exist within there own different dimension. And in a rare instance or based the travelers skills, they can commute between these worlds. And that several people have this ability usually being superpower monarchs or powerful mages. Sheogorath can be considered both of these things.)
He had made up his mind, and had summoned Haskill.
"Yes my lord?" Haskill droned in that monotone voice he possesses.
Sheogorath looked at his trusty assistant and the smile he had on could only mean trouble.
" Pack your bags, Haskill, we're going on vacation!" He shouted in a high-and mighty voice. Without a break in his blank expression, Haskill gave a bow and said
"Of course my lord." Haskill was well aware of the tenants of inter-dimensional travel, but questioned if Sheogorath even read them.
Oh, dear reader, you're probably a tad bit confused right now, so let give a synopsis. The Tenants of Inter-Dimensional travel are essentially rules set in place to keep people who have this ability to travel in line, and that it should only be used when one peoples or person are in dire need. And many other rules and codes, creeds and otherwise that are clearly stated in the tenants. However, Sheogorath considered his boredom to be of the utmost concern to be corrected, IMMEDIATLEY. Sheogorath being well, Sheogorath paid little attention to any rules in general and quite frankly, who could blame him?
With a snap of a finger and cracking of knuckles, (not necessarily in that order) opened a rift in space-time itself.
Now, dear reader, I pose to you this question. Where should Sheogorath go? It could be absolutely anywhere in time. The past, the future, anywhere in pop-culture or fantasy worlds, anywhere. Please leave a comment to choose.