After three years of playing Phantasmal Equation Darlings, whaling to build up resources, a number of skipped meals and several sleepless nights of grinding and nonstop story progression,

Arwin finally pulled her, the legendary 5- Star character Princess Nightingale was finally in his hands, albeit far more literal than he had imagined. Having gracefully emerged from his phone screen in a wisp of ethereal light, she was literally in the palm of his hands. Her bo

She isn’t ready for it. How could she be? Yet the night of the moonlit Banquet is already upon her. Despite going to pieces under her crumbling nerves, she had nonetheless been prepared for the affair in excess. It is truly a world beyond her understanding, however, a prestigious gala the likes of which she had never experienced before and likely never will again. The event is even being hosted atop an obsidian tower, the oldest and tallest she has seen in this realm. Overflowing with a lus

Not fully certain what was going on or why, all Esther could do was run and hide. Taking a moment to duck behind the looming slate depiction of a creature whimsically playing the pan flute, an unfamiliar appendage flops into her vision. Esther reaches just above her face, pinching and pulling in frantic disbelief at a chestnut rabbit ear. “Ouch!” …and it is most assuredly growing out of her matching pixie cut.
 
 
Surely enough, a second smaller one was just starting to grow

She had always hated normies. Being a terminally online, anxious mess of a shut-in, Vaahtera-Mae had trouble just talking to people like that. So the impending confrontation looming over her was on a scale magnitudes beyond her scope. All of them seemed larger than life, gathered at the table around her, yammering about places they had been, daily routines of their jobs, and whether or not a new car was “in the cards”. It was frankly all just a cacophony inane droning to her. Vaahtera-Mae