The grey mist of death had awoken the chaos of life, and there with all it's glory stood the one thing that could fight the death, fight the darkness, fight the end, there stood the pen as it dripped with it's ink spreading it's life force upon the earth and it spread further into together worlds.  The canvas of paper eager to be wielded into a world that need life need a story need direction.  Gather your Ink and point I say and spread life in to the very realm of darkness through the way of light.