A kingdom under siege by dark creatures which spawn from underground forests. One man, one of the last remaining soldiers of the old army, leads a ragtag group of youths -- the only people left who can fight for the sake of the world -- in daring raids against the creatures and their havens. One young man with a broken short sword, good of heart and short on common sense, is destined to rise to greatness in the war. Meanwhile, aboveground, a few lone people fight to restore the lost princess of the realm to power, thus restoring the progression of rule which kept the monsters in check for untold ages -- but at the same time, they know the princess cannot rule effectively, and plan to turn her into a symbolic figurehead under a king which can truly lead, before it is too late...


...Damn. Those were weird dreams. But cool.

A storm system just whipped over, lasting JUST long enough to soak my subwoofer into nonfunctionality. A ten minute storm, comprised entirely of minutes I was out of the house and unable to shut the window.

So there's three hundred bucks down the tubes, plus I can't play a damn thing any more without sound.

This is what I get for trying, for not throwing myself off a cliff or something. I keep forgetting that the price of living is punishment.