Author: Destructo Boy

Since I can remember, there's been a sweet yet macabre voice echoing throughout the soul of Arcadia. The strings of death have always and will always be the theme song of this world and anytime a force tries to rewrite that

There was once an inventor, a blacksmith of old who could create masterpieces with the most fragile of tin. Many a legend was crafted through the tools he gave noble warriors as tales of his gift spread throughout Arcadia. Until Zeus himself

When I was a kid, I had a carefree existence. Never wanted for anything, always felt loved and cared for. Nothing off limits. Except for two things. The blade I hold on my shoulder. And a tiny little box that my father kept

It wasn't long ago that I nearly walked down that path of burning vengeance trying to find the one who killed my father. Days upon months of searching through the shadows, battered and bruised wading through the scum to find answers. Slowly

My dad used to whisk me to sleep with tales of valiant, stalwart protectors from all walks of life. I'd spend every waking moment pretending to save the world But Arcadia is a broken and soulless place that's not fit for a