CA: TBD

Banished from the Glitching Realms for crimes against spell formatting, the Tiny Wizard now roams the world of Ultra-Realism — a cursed land of cubicles, curbs, sprinklers, and HOA bylaws. Armed with little more than a half-working staff, broken magic, and an unwavering belief that he’s fulfilling a grand prophecy, he turns every mundane human situation into an epic, glitch-riddled failure. Whether he’s battling a parking meter or summoning doom inside a microwave, the quest is always serious — and the outcome is usually embarrassing.

Ch 1: The Quest To Vanquish The HOA

The Tiny Wizard arrived in a strange and terrifying land:The Realm of Ultra-Realism. Where the skies were too blue, the grass was aggressively trimmed, and the laws were enforced with a clipboard.

He placed the Birdbath of Soaring Souls on the sacred lawn altar, whispering ancient rites of Summoning-At-Dawn.He had no idea what the HOA was.

From the shadows of the garage emerged the Enforcers:Lady Karen, Keeper of the Bylaws.Sir Steve, Wielder of Measuring Tape. And Gerald, who brought his own chair.

A scroll was issued.“UNAPPROVED STRUCTURE.”“No aura zones.”“Birdbaths must not exceed 12 pixels in height.”The wizard gasped. His beard twitched.

He raised his staff. “Then let us invoke Subclause 8-Z!”The HOA nodded grimly.The duel had begun.

His spellbook clashed with zoning permits.Pixelated crows dive-bombed red measuring tape.The birdbath glowed.Steve took photos for the report.

The battle ended in the only way battles ever do:Paperwork.The birdbath was moved 3 inches west.It was silenced after 5PM.The wizard wept.

A new sign was staked into the lawn:“NO MAGIC BEFORE 9AM – HOA RULE 7-B”The birds returned. The wizard sulked.And the grass?It never grew the same again.

Ch 2: Cubicle of Containment (coming soon)