LeerJustice

The looming citadel had cast its dreadful, steadily creeping silhouette over the land, the sun having already began its descent, ever so slowly crawling downwards towards the horizon. However, for the group of men who approached the massive fortress, evening was approaching far too quickly. It had taken the better part of their day to merely reach the road leading to the castle's outmost gates from where they had set camp the previous night, and the journey itself nearly four weeks. Rumors of this place were spread in hushed whispers, most even doubting the very existence of the area in which the castle was located. It was a land rumored to

The looming citadel had cast its dreadful, steadily creeping silhouette over the land, the sun having already began its descent, ever so slowly crawling downwards towards the horizon. However, for the group of men who approached the massive fortress, evening was approaching far too quickly. It had taken the better part of their day to merely reach the road leading to the castle's outmost gates from where they had set camp the previous night, and the journey itself nearly four weeks. Rumors of this place were spread in hushed whispers, most even doubting the very existence of the area in which the castle was located. It was a land rumored to

          Chapter 1 - Overture Tens of thousands of years ago, a being known as Nightmare emerged. A company, Holy Nightmare Corporation, was singlehandedly constructed by him. He conquered the entirety of the universe with massive hordes of monstrous creatures; creatures so horrific and beastlike, they were comparable to demons. The demon beasts ravaged countless planets among the galaxies, and a myriad of innocents suffered. Those who cherished freedom chose to rebel. The Galaxy Soldier Army was formed, and the war against Nightmare's cruel reign began. Though the first rebellion was small, Nightmare's anger was great. Thus, the first gen

        Just For Kicks Out of all the residents in Dreamland, Marx was probably the most misunderstood. Yes, he was dressed like a jester. It was also true that a jester's job was to make people laugh. The little jester doesn't have any arms, and living with that fact alone was enough to make him slightly depressed. That's why he wanted to be a jester in the first place: to make people smile when they were down. People laughing at him whenever he would fall and couldn't get up wasn't in his job description. It never failed. If he fell then someone was bound to laugh at his futile attempts of getting back on both feet. Marx wanted to make