Genre: Comic Fantasy
A misanthropic stamp collector wins a tour of his own pariah nation, sponsored by an overly eager Tourist Board. But when his foreign pen pal, welder Natalie, joins him, nothing goes as planned.
“Geography,” Chase Windborn chose with a smug smile. He had his opponent now. No one could beat Chase at his own game.
“Geography it is!” shouted the emcee. “All right, Mr. Poncey. For one thousand Entros and a chance to win the grand prize, locate your hometown on this map.”
All the color drained from Mr. Poncey’s face. Only moments before, Entros undreamed of had been within his easy reach. Chase had lost ground in the People category. The score was tied, and now this had to happen. Mr. Poncey gulped and began to walk unsteadily toward the map. All of Entropia was watching. It would be small comfort to him to know that the rest of Entropia would be in his exact predicament had they been on the stage.
He began to trace small, searching circles all over the map. Nothing seemed familiar to him.
“You have ten seconds left, Mr. Poncey.”
Mr. Poncey wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead and blinked rapidly. He started to make a tentative stab, but changed his mind halfway and landed on the biggest dot, Entropia’s capital.
“Oh sorry, Mr. Poncey, Obsolescia isn’t where you’re from now is it? It looks like it’s up to you, Mr. Windborn. If you can point out your hometown on this map, you’ll win not only another one thousand Entros, but the grand prize. Can you do it, Mr. Windborn?”
Chase tried hard to look magnanimous, but a wild smirk burst across his face as he all but ran to the map and jabbed his finger on his hometown, Mt. Cyanide.