Author: Mannfred Curze

I spy with my little eye, a person who doesn't know his place while in pursuit of the truth. But what is the truth? These days it has all become rather subjective. We have men up on a mountain believing in

What is the greatest source of pain that one can inflict on a world that has never experienced? Do you know the answer to that? I'm sure you've looked. Everyone with a lack of empathy and care have tried to find

There was once a child who had been caught by some vile people. These people were looking to turn this child out, make her earn them some money. This young woman suffered horrendously at the hands of her captors, and

Look, up in the sky. It's a bird! No! It's

A man came to the Bleak one day. He had money and the will behind it to see an opportunity to take advantage of the state of the Bleak. He saw the downtrodden, broken, hopeless people and saw a golden

The Bleak has a reputation of being a place for the lost, broken souls. People are abandoned here, lost to the shuffle of the upper levels. To survive here, you have to be willing to kill or you will be

It's one thing everyone desires: Power. Yet, so few are willing to do what is necessary for it. It takes a will made of iron to pursue it, to navigate the landmines that come with the territory. But the tiniest secret can

The Bleak has long been plagued by addiction. By people who come to take advantage of the hopelessness here. They come promising the people here a way out of their empty and broken existences. They dangle the carrot in front

A flower grows by the sunlight and by the care of the gardener to become a beautiful image. Something that people look upon and admire for it's beauty and elegance. A red rose, beautiful and full of meaning. We put

When we were young, we were told stories of great heroes. People that came before us who did great deeds, that save the innocent and punish the wicked. We are meant to idolize these people, to hold them up of examples