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.

Just a whole book full of different scary stories to entertain you, the reader, none of it is my own work. Enjoy!

Basically a Bbs/Banana bus squad fanfic about where the youtubers mainly in the squad are living life casually-- but with one huge change. Their there own gta characters, and live on mechanics of the silly game itself. A story of dumb and stupid events and stunts re-inacted in word form to the tales and stories of legendary idiots. (an uncensored version being copied and pasted by a friend of mine)

Heighten your self-esteem. (warning: some chapters may be gospel like /placed under the category of religion, of being christian/ please be self-aware of this warning thank you!)