It doesn’t take very long at all for Changmin to realize that of all the things that the Cinderblock Road is, scenic isn’t one of them.

Not pleasantly scenic anyway.

The regurgitated-crayola colorings that violated his eyes where ever he first landed spread out to the surrounding areas like some multicolored disease and the already ( Read more... )

"Oh my god. I think the Crayola factories barfed on the world."

It's the second thing to escape Changmin's mouth after he opens the door, gazing in horror at the myriad of brightly colored maybe-flowers and garish little houses spread everywhere. He ventures out cautiously, eyes darting around to the incongruous color schemes that threaten to ( Read more... )

The first thing that Changmin notices when he wakes up is that there is something very, very wrong with the world.

Like the fact that he's wearing a blue checked kilt.

It must be a joke. Has to be.

Then he can kill one of the others for it and restore the order that he loves so much. This plan is waylaid by the fact that there doesn't ( Read more... )