"Hello, Intrepid Heroes!" Welcome to "The Wasteland" a story based on my D&D/fantasy world known as "Memento Mortuus Est". A cruel, unforgiving world full of misery, pain, and dead center of it? Moonshot, the leader of a rebellion group called G.A.S.T. But like a D&D game, nothing ever goes to plan. Please follow Moonshot on his journey throughout this world along with some very unlikely characters.

"I understand. You heard the place you loved was in trouble, so you came back, but I don't-I just-why didn't you take me?" Here it was, at last. Catharsis, or something close to it. "I would have hunted them down with you, Philza, the people who did that to your town. I would have given you your vengeance on a silver platter. I would have given you the world." Philza didn't look guilty. He just looked tired. "I didn't hunt them down, though." // Or, that fic where Techno and Phil are old immortals, and Tommy and Wilbur are decidedly... not. Angst ensues. //