My name is Vic, and my fanastical stories have finally caught up to me. One night when I was listening to my Pandora station- filled with wonderful metal- and designing logos for my church, I started hearing voices. In an attempt to distract myself, I began playing Minecraft where I had successfully conquered The End and was heading through the portal.
That was when I blacked out.
Through the darkness I heard voices, voices of stories that had never been finished. I soon stumbled into a strange place called the Lost Archives where all my unfinished novels had gathered. I thought I was alone, until I discovered an algorithm that was transferring my storys' characters into the 3D forms of my PC games.
Please. I don't have much time. My stories are coming to get me, and I can't escape without your help. You're my only hope.