It was a rather normal day in the forest just outside of Innerpeace, despite the few remaining groups of Mechaniloids that moved through it. In fact high up in one synth-tree, reclined in the crook of a large branch was a small glowing entity with prong-like wings. This was Giro, taking a small nap well out of reach from anything that could ( Read more... )

It was what some would describe as a "perfect day." The sun was shining, there wasn't an angry cloud in the sky, and the breeze that blew was fresh, almost ( Read more... )