Meh Series

From the Meh Series Universe Chapter 1: Gerald’s Not-So-Meh Morning It was a regular gray morning in Mehville. The clouds didn’t feel like trying today. The sun was stuck in “snooze mode.” And as usual, Meh was just… meh. But then, the silence broke. BOOM! CRASH! GRRRRRRR! Gerald’s front door exploded off its hinges—not because of an attack, but because Gerald overslept and rolled through it in his battle armor. “NO TIME TO WASTE!” he yelled, fangs bared, a slice of flaming toast stuck to his helmet. Meh rubbed his eyes and poked his head out the window. “Gerald… what are you doing?” “I have a dentist appointment,” Gerald growled. “AND I’M FIGHTING PLAQUE WITH FIRE.” Meh blinked. “Oh. Cool. You want a juice box?” “Yes,” said Gerald. “But only if it’s dragonfruit.” Chapter 2: The Very Boring Evil Plan Meanwhile, deep below Mehville, Dr. Snooze had activated his newest invention: The Infinite Yawn Cannon. “This’ll make everyone SO bored, they’ll just fall a...

  Chapter 1: The Portal in the Closet It was just another boring Saturday in Alan Nguyen’s room—until his closet glowed purple. Alan, the creator of Meh , rubbed his eyes. The glow didn’t go away. Curiosity overpowered fear, and with one deep breath, he stepped inside. Chapter 2: The Council of Mehs Alan landed on a floating chunk of land in space. Dozens of versions of himself stood around a giant table—each with wild differences: Samurai Meh, Gamer Meh, Wizard Meh, even Fart Meh wearing a gas mask. “Welcome to the Mehverse,” said a version with glasses and a cape. “We’re all you.” Chapter 3: Trouble in the Dimensions The Council explained: someone—or something —was corrupting the Mehverse. Realities were collapsing, and some Mehs were vanishing. A shadowy glitch called The Cringe had begun spreading chaos across universes. “Only the Original Meh can stop it,” Wizard Meh said, pointing to Alan. Chapter 4: Portal Hopping Alan was given a Meh-Watch that let him jump dimensi...

  Chapter 1: The Dimensional Stinker 9000 [Scene: Gerald’s Garage – filled with random junk, wires, and blinking gadgets] Narrator: In a world where boredom rules and flatulence flies free, one invention was about to accidentally change… everything. [Meh walks in holding a half-eaten burrito] Meh: Yo Gerald, what’s this glowing trash can with a jet engine? Gerald (wearing goggles, covered in duct tape): That, my skeptical friend, is the Dimensional Stinker 9000 . A portal generator powered by— ( dramatic pause ) — fart energy . Fart (the character): Did someone say fart? ( lets out a slow rumble ) Sorry, breakfast. Gerald: Perfect timing! That blast might be enough to power it up. [The machine starts rumbling and sparking wildly] Meh: Wait, is it supposed to do that? Gerald: I don't know! I’ve only tested it with broccoli farts! [A green vortex opens. Sucks in Meh, Fart, and Gerald] All: AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! [Scene: Dimensional Transit Tunnel – swir...

  Location : Mehville Sub-Core Vaults — miles beneath the city, sealed since the First Silence War. Time : 4:04 AM, 12 hours after the events of Cosmic Raze . Status : UNKNOWN THREAT DETECTED KT and Mads stagger into the vault chamber—scorched, bruised, still bickering about who won in orbit. “I dodged your last punch,” KT mutters. “I was aiming at the gravity leak,” Mads retorts. “Sure you were.” A deep rumble stops them both. The temperature drops. From the shadows, a single word echoes: “...Noobs.” Lights snap on. The floor vibrates. Panels rise to reveal— GERALD. But not the snack-eating, meme-sending Gerald they know. No, this Gerald is in full ArcAnomaly Armor , a forbidden prototype designed to rewrite physics itself. A glowing ring hovers behind his back, pulsing with broken math and sarcasm. “I told you two to stop fighting,” he says, cracking his knuckles. “You thought we wouldn’t trigger the hidden boss protocol?” KT gasps. Mads sighs. “We really need ...

  MADS VS KT: THE BATTLE OF MEHVILLE Location : Sector Zeta — an abandoned techno fairground riddled with static fields, broken drones, and sparking circuits. Time : 5:16 PM Mehville Standard Time. Mood : Violent. A gust of wind kicked up the dust between them. MADS stood tall, black coat fluttering, the Project M.E.H. Gauntlet v7.3 humming softly at his side. KT adjusted her braided hair, cracked her neck, and activated her Chrono-Blade Mk II , blue fire lacing the edges. No words. Just tension. FIGHT STARTS KT STRIKES FIRST. She surges forward, low and fast, blade slicing horizontally. Mads backflips, counters with a burst from his gauntlet, sending shockwaves toward her feet. KT VAULTS. She leaps—midair spin—boots glowing with unstable neutrino thrust. She aims a downward strike at Mads’s head. He raises his arm and blocks—barely. Metal screams. Mads absorbs the impact. Counters. His gauntlet glows red. She slams the ground: "MEH BLAST — PHASE PULSE!" KT ...

It was a bright and suspiciously quiet morning in Mehland. Meh was sipping his morning juice box when he noticed something unusual—Fart wasn’t making any… well… fart noises . "Yo Fart, you good?" Meh asked, raising an eyebrow. Fart was hunched over on a beanbag, looking pale green and grumpy. "I haven't farted in two days, Meh. Two. Days." Meh gasped. “You’re... constipated?” Fart nodded slowly. “I think I ate too many cheesy brussels sprouts. Everything’s... stuck.” Meh immediately called an emergency team: Dr. Burp, Nurse Poof, and Professor Fiber. They tried everything: A treadmill made of baked beans. A smoothie called “The Gut Buster 9000.” Even a dramatic poop-themed motivational speech. Nothing worked… until Fart looked at a taco with extra hot sauce and said, “One last try.” One bite. Ten seconds later. BOOM. The explosion echoed across Mehland. Windows shattered. Trees bent. Birds flew away crying. Fart stood tall, relieved and p...

By Meh Meh and Fart were farting. Not just regular farts—these were super-powered, echoing, sky-rumbling farts. They were sitting on a giant beanbag made of cheese puffs in Meh’s backyard, having their daily Fart-Off. “Pffffrrrrttttt— Beat that!” Fart grinned proudly. Meh closed his eyes, focused his energy, and let out a legendary one: “BRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAMPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Suddenly, the sky cracked. Literally. A jagged rip opened above them with lightning made of spaghetti. “…Did I just fart open a portal?” Meh asked. A strange purple hand reached out of the sky-rip. It grabbed the beanbag and tried to pull it through. “BRO, THE SNACKS!!” Fart yelled. Without thinking, Meh grabbed Fart, and Fart grabbed the beanbag, and all three of them were sucked into the Fart Dimension… As Meh, Fart, and the sacred beanbag crash-landed in the Fart Dimension, they were instantly surrounded by Stink Soldiers—creatures with gas masks, armed with toxic plunger spears and whoopee-c...