Over rolling hills and blasted sands. Through the bones of Gods and wild weird forests. Across glass deserts and finally to the tar...

A yawning abyss, that is all that remains of Slacktown and the water it once contained. My visions have yet to lead me astray, but there...

Our world is on fire. Every day, the sun reminds us that our existence is a gift, one that can be taken away in an instant. But we...