On the highest peak of Mount Olympus where the sky touches the earth and the clouds hover over their heads like halos. They bleed nothing but ichor. With pomegranate-stained fingertips and ambrosia pursed lips, out of pure boredom, the five greek gods pondered on a means to pass the time. What will satiate their blood-thirsty lust? The answers lies behind a diabolical game of depravity and corruption. all rights reserved ©wreckeds