The universe was music before it was anything tangible. Time was measured without signature, and worlds formed from the power of boundless melody, creation in song. Within this crucible of worlds lies Tellure Grand, a land wide, young, and full with possibility. Here, power is being found in the notes of destruction. Warsingers. The world folds where Warsingers make music, each striking sword and flying arrow is accompanied by the strum of a harp or the lilting of an aria. Minds are molded, politics are changed, and ideologies bend in the wake of such music. The land is shaped by those who wield the ebb and flow of these powerful sonatas, and so power changes hands, and history is made. Now the era turns anew for Tellure Grand and her fledgling civilizations. Strains of glory hum against the strings; where baritones of tribulations rise. In the distance a bell tolls, a powerful noise that resonates with annihilation, striking with insidious fury. And the gods? Gods do not sing; they are the song.

[short action-thought scenes] In a post bio-nuclear war apocalypse, nothing remained the same. the radiation from the war sent rays that take infinite years to die out into our world de forming it, changing it, mutating it. All living creatures mutated even most of the humans, but no two had the same effect. the only humans that haven't mutated are those hiding under ground. We follow the story of Mado X a survivor who escaped his underground safe house which was last called "the quarantine" because of all the diseases that occurred when their self powering generator stopped working. He now roams the world in order to survive, but the radiation.. what did it do to him? will survival be easy? [WARNING: may contain vulgar language, blood scenes, rape, sexual ideas, violence]