Project Chaos: Disneyland

Project Chaos: Disneyland

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Disney has been the source of magic for generations around the world, weaving spells with classic movies and enchanting countless lives at Disney resorts worldwide. Ask anyone where most magic comes from and they would answer Disney. So it was labeled as just another Disney miracle when actual magic was released for public use around the globe. It was called Project Charm. For a company so adept at creating perfect villains, you'd think they would've seen it coming. With no challenges in the way of any whim, the world fell apart. Project Charm became Project Chaos. Now, Disneyland, CA finds itself home to people who were either searching for a solution or a safe place. But at the heart of Disney Magic, the classic worlds and rides have created a strange kind of life for these people who now find themselves trapped inside the gates of what was once the "Happiest Place on Earth." FULL COVER VIEW: http://nevernyx.deviantart.com/art/COVER-Project-Chaos-Disneyland-565933286
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