| It's a long, pretty unusual process in how I got to come
up with this idea. Technically, this is more than just a story, it's
an attempt of mine to try to personify the many elements in a person's
mind. What governs them the most? Evil? Good? Depression?
Identity? So I got to thinking, and along with some highly unusual
drawings, this story came about.
Basically, this story is about a group of creatures struggling to survive in a stricken dimension, which lately has fallen under extremely hard times. Making matters worse, the government which is supposed to save and protect the defenseless, is doing nothing, except becoming more and more corrupt. In response, a small group of fighters calling themselves the PRM (Planar Resistance Movement) rise in revolt and overtly begin opposing the government on Plane. To make things more complicated, strange abominations and creatures have arrived through cracks and tears in the fabric of the dimension, possibly caused by all of the strife which wracked Plane. Not to mention, five enigmatic figures which enter the world of Plane much in the fashion of five gladiators entering an arena. Each of them, have their own agendas, goals, alignment in morals, and shadowy pasts... As the conflict starts to brew, much is left in doubt, as my good friend Justin once told me. "This world has gone crazy... Just plain crazy..."
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