Wolfsden was a quiet small town to the north of a big city. Hqving been founded in 1791, it boasted just a few thousand people living in it, the community was tight-knit and mainly made up of miners and tourist shops. The town existed in the ideal location for farming avocados. For those with thumbs a color other than green, the rest of the town was pretty much a tourist trap. Every store, both diners, the mayor’s office, all of them were themed aft

    
The hope of all citizens was to have someone light their darkest hour. For anyone who could be considered vulnerable or weak, there needed to be a shield. Heroes were a commonality in this world, superheroes could be found all over the globe helping people and stopping dastardly villains. But none of them truly looked out for the common person. Most heroes were obsessed with getting media attention rather than genuinely looking out for the safety of the p

    
The worst thing about the jungle was how quickly the floor could become a new coat of paint. With beings as heavy as a cybertronian or a maximal it was all but guaranteed that some level of mud and muck was going to get caught between their gears. The humidity made it twice as annoying since the mud would never dry out. It always remained juuuuuuust wet enough to not come off with a simple scrape. Twigs could be plucked out, animals could be scared off,

    
The mountains of Breshkifnor were supposedly home to many a beast and wild thing. From the Krallix scrap crawlers to Vonmort harpies, for every letter of the alphabet there was some beast here to match. As wild of a rumor as this is, there wasn’t enough evidence to prove they were real. No sightings, no accounts, it was all rumors… except for one. It was more than just rumors that a dragon by name of Oryx the Warwing lay somewhere along these