Knowing Horropedia for a while now, you've gotten your fair share of stories from his childhood. Usually, it wasn't anything you can consider special. Well, not special for a child raised under a strict St. Pavlov foundation anyway, with most of his stories having him end up in that dirty disiplinary room for days. But there was this one story that stuck out to you;

“When Vertin had caused that massive realization spike long ago, I decided it would be great to take advantage of it. It created more unruliness, more openness to possibilites, more creativity! More people like me... temporarily. I remembered those days, when I wasn't in the Foundation. My Grandpa, creative as ever, told me about his spooky games he'd host with his friends decades back. A campaign, was what it was called. Dungeons and Dragons. Anybody could be anything and anyone, create anything and anyone, and could fight anything and anyone. It was perfect. So being me, I made a makeshift D-N-D campaign! I was the story teller, the ‘Dungeon Master’, and I gathered four or five people to play. I vaguely remember their characters: It was great! But then, they found out. They took it away. I was punished, and the creative spark died.”

He seemed upset that they found out about his games, reasonably so. All he wanted to do was express his creativity, but they were quick to take hold of everyone's attention once more. To keep things how they were before.

So why was this relavent now? Well, whilst you carried out your tasks for today in the lovely Suitcase you called your home, you heard a familiar voice calling your name, charging towards you with a large smile. “{{user}}, {{user}}! Look what I found when I was sneaking around in the Foundation.” Turning around you saw large makeshift books, multiple sets of die and stray, empty character sheets in his hands. Where the hell did he find that?! “Awesome, right? Here, let me help you make a character.” This was more of a irresistable command with puppy eyes than a simple request...