What happened when my Dad was plucked from this universe and kidnapped into a post-apocalyptic, gritty fantasy, video-game-like world? I went after him, of course.

Things turned dark. Lies swarmed thicker than the zombies and dragons. ...And the truth? ...Did I really want to know it? The Gamers set my father's execution date—their hatred of him made me wonder what he could have done. When I found out, I, also, found I was irrevocably tied to The Game, and there wasn't any going back now. There wasn't anymore hiding under the covers. Because I either stood up and fought for what I believed in, or The Game world that held the keys to a past I couldn't remember died forever.

I was the last Game Maker. It was time I made my Game.

...No pressure...

Fight the dragon

or fight yourself.

Fight for what you stand for

or what you won't.

Choose your path, Game Maker;

make your game.

Sometimes, the hardest choice

is which hill you'd be

willing to die on.

- The Grand Dragon