Thehangedman Stories

The world is cruel. people behave violently with little compassion for those whose existence they deem lesser than their own. This is only the smallest part of it. like the surface of a lake in winter most only see the surface, moonlight shimmering across echoing ripples, light mixing with the dark. They forget the deep dark depth that a seemingly innocent piece of nature holds, waiting to drag the weak downwards into an icy tomb. The world is unforgiving, but when something acts according to its nature can it really be blamed for being so heartless? In stories the hero emerges with opportune timing to rescue the victim from the doors of death, gallantly striding in to danger as easily as breathing to save the day. But life is no storey. Yet still we stare at the surface and admire its beauty, unaware of what secrets are lying behind the mask. That is where our storey begins, a man. Light mixing with darkness and we are yet see what lies in his secret heart.

Two of my favorite bad ends to the Hanged Man RPG but continued

Finally, the 1st December of 2019 has come, and I want you to let me guide you into the world of the Arcana. Visit Vesuvia with me, get to know the stories of me and my friends, feel with me. Taste the salty air of my hometown, visit the palace, solve mysteries and find love. Let me be your guide in this adventure of Vesuvia, another story to tell. ~your Asra Alnazar

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