Trailer Park Diaries 2. TPD, #2

A group of people in a trailer park get transported to a fantasy world after taking bad drugs. A fantasy comedy. High Stakes, Low Expectations. When a batch of questionable, neon-purple "bath salts" circulates through the Double-Wide Palms Mobile Home Park, the residents expect a wild night, maybe a mild hallucination, and a guaranteed morning headache. They don't expect to wake up in the sparkling, enchanted realm of Aethelgard.
Armed with nothing more than a rusted riding mower, a half-empty cooler of cheap beer, and an aggressive lack of survival instincts, this ragtag crew of misfits must navigate a world of arrogant high elves, neurotic goblins, and ancient prophecies. Earl, a retired mechanic who insists every magical artifact just needs a new fan belt. Brandi, a mullet-toting bartender whose brass knuckles turn out to be surprisingly effective against dark sorcery.
Dave, the local conspiracy theorist who is furious to discover that none of his absurd theories prepared him for actual dragons. The local wizarding council thinks they're the legendary "Chosen Ones" foretold to defeat the Dark Lord. The group just wants to find a way back home before the meat in their freezers spoils. A laugh-out-loud portal fantasy that proves you don't need a golden sword to save the realm-sometimes, a little reckless redneck ingenuity gets the job done.