In the time of the reign of overlord Racnal the world was not a good place. It seemed as if the city streets were darker than usual. The towns, gloomier. Everything was chaos. Most of know not of how all of this started, and very little of how it ended. In truth, most yearn to know it all. But, I am sad to say, people fear to hear this story. It features much fear and demise. If this sounds like something you would not like to hear, please do not hesitate to leave now and never come back.

We begin our tale in the town of Tacolour. In a house that is smaller than most, so small it seemed as if even the smallest mouse couldn't fit into there home. A young boy of the name Charlie. Charlie had a dream, one day, when he was older, he going to be a king. A kind, fair, and understanding king. With the fall of democracy in 2540AD this would be hard feat.

Though the days of 3029AD were nice, everyone was happy. The twenty ninth century was the time of war and plague,these were better days but little did Charlie Racnal know that the world would once again plunge into darkness... because of him.