Heretical Fishing 3

In a world where godhood is within reach for those willing to claw their way to the top, only one man has the resolve to reject power and go . . . fishing? Again? Try as he might, Fischer still can’t catch a break. Tropica’s forces have just perpetrated the fantasyland equivalent of crashing the king’s party, kicking over the punch bowl, and making a series of rude gestures on their way out. Unfortunately, they’re about to learn firsthand that when you take a bully down to the mat, it’s best to make sure they don’t get back up. Because their enemies are unearthing long-forgotten powers, and if those dabbling in the resulting destructive chi succeed, they could become even more annoying than the time Corporal Claws hid all of Fischer’s pants. Still, as troublesome as existential annihilation might be, the hurdles in one’s own mind are a lot worse—and Fischer has more than a little debris that needs to be swept off his mental doorstep. With the help