Welcome into an overthinker's mind
A young Chaos looks bright, intelligent, and fierce, eager to do the right thing. There is no shred of the gloom on him that he carries in the future. He walks down a hallway, followed by a middle-aged man in a two-piece suit. Chaos is also in a two-piece suit, unlike his future signature dress. … Read more
The sun goes down; it is evening, and the lights turn on across the face of this world. As the stars glow and the moon takes its full form in the sky, an area illuminates below. Beautiful women in provocative clothes stand by the house fronts. The entire area has soft music playing somewhere, glowing … Read more
The battlefield suddenly falls utterly, suffocatingly silent. It is the dead quiet of a graveyard at midnight. Everyone—the injured, the dying, the executioners—goes completely numb. They aren’t physically frozen; it feels as though the sheer stamina and energy to exist have been violently siphoned from their bodies. Leon lies paralyzed with his broken spine. Maven … Read more
Human screams echoing from the center of Royal City violently shatter Jarrod‘s sleep. He rushes to the window. In the distance, the capital is burning, the eerie, flickering glow of the fires clearly visible from Golas‘s humble hut. Jarrod sprints out onto the wooden deck. Taglia is casually sitting on the stairs, with Makisa leaning … Read more
While the Group’s confrontation and duel raged on the East Side of Royal City, Rogue and Loyalist currently occupy the West tropical forest. They are sitting among the thick, sprawling roots of a colossal ancient tree, resting. The forest is, as usual, deeply muddy and swarming with the hum of nocturnal insects. Rogue does not … Read more
The temperature across the battlefield slowly normalizes. The intense, suffocating atmospheric pressure that had choked the air for the last twenty minutes finally lifts. Taglia drops to the dirt, landing heavily on his ass. He rests his elbows on his raised knees, the heavy columns of steam finally ceasing to vent from his pores as … Read more
Moments after the booming voice echoes up from the canyon—sounding as though the heavens themselves are clapping —a sudden wind sweeps in from the West of the grasslands. It is completely unnatural. It is heavy, thick, and suffocating, howling through the clearing as if demanding the group acknowledge its presence. Lesca doesn’t even try to … Read more
Leon walks across the flattened grass, taking the exact spot Lesca had occupied. He closes his eyes and begins to stretch. He rotates his wrists, rolls his massive shoulder blades, and twists his torso. Soft, sharp cracks echo from his joints. It is a subtle realization—during the bloodbath with the griffins, Leon wasn’t even fully … Read more
Taglia and Makisa lead the group deep into the jungle separating the two continents. They arrive at a secluded clearing where the tall grass has been deliberately flattened. Scattered bedrolls, shawls, and backpacks indicate this is their camp. Though it sits less than a hundred meters from the Royal City border—close enough that the faint … Read more
Jarrod watches the two massive griffins crash into the dirt. They do not just fall; they collapse into pieces, their hind legs and heads cleanly severed by the shadowless Z-slash. He stares at the corpses for a fraction of a second before dropping his gaze to find the thing who cut them. The voice hasn’t … Read more
Welcome into an overthinker's mind
