Ellen in Puzantium

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Have you ever had your dog go missing and thought </span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>maybe he's just become a god?</em></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Okay maybe not. But that's what Ellen our unlikely two-foot-four bespectacled heroine with a lisp discovers in the land of Puzantium. A land where cats run buffets snails are Saints and prophecy is oddly kicked off by massive bowl cuts. Already struggling with everyday life-like putting her clothes on straight enunciating Ye</span><em style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>th</em><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)> and fitting in in general-Ellen is reluctantly thrust into a quest to save a land plagued by world-ending famine.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Plunged into monastic life sinister forces in the form of a doubting Abbot-who's convinced Ellen is a sentient mushroom or worse an imposter-threaten to derail Ellen's efforts with a campaign of unpleasantness. The elderly Brothers of Geriatris Abbey however are more than willing to stay up past their bedtime to save her. With opening salvos that include the theft of the Abbot's pens prank calls and friendly-fire laxatives Ellen is left to wonder if she even wants to give this prophecy business a try. Though maybe with some dumb luck and a few old geezers Puzantium might just have the savior it's been waiting for after all.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Oh and all of this narrated by a talking dog because... why not?</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Ellen in Puzantium is a manic ADHD fueled romp through cozy everyday fantasy life. A lofi adventure where rebellion brews over ancillary broom closets friendships blossom in the absurd and the mundane is anything but ordinary.</span></p>