The Antillias Chronicles

We’ve all heard tales when we were young. The usual evil creatures trying to conquer the world with a hero eventually triumphing over the rest at the end. We’ve all sat around a campfire at one point or another, huddled in fear as myths and adventures were weaved right before our very own eyes. The usually saucy and heroic beings rescuing others from certain imminent doom. We’ve even played those classic video games. Save the princess! Save the world! Stop the evil! Be the one to help us. We’ve all grown up around these things… And died around these things. But we did not once think to ourselves “who came up with this story?” or “how do you know that’s true?” But like many things in life, answers seem to evade us. Maybe if we just kept our eyes open, and our guards up, we can find the answers… Or maybe the answer can find us…

That is exactly what happens in this unfortunate tell. In this story, there is no princess… Although it might seem like there is. There is no beginning… although it might seem like there is… There is no middle... Although it might seem like there it… And there is absolutely no end… Although it might most certainly seem like there is… There are only two boys, two girls, and a whole lot of hell…