One mortal for each immortal being. No rules.
The Gods are toying with us, seeing which one could be the spot of light in this dark world, which one is worthy to join them among the stars. Seven mortals, only one is going to be left standing. Unfortunately, the only way to win is to make it out alive. Seven messages speak out to us, marking us as being officially accepted to begin playing.
But why? Why do our fates make us out to be tools of the Gods and Goddesses? Why couldn't we grow up to seek the professions we came to this school to study?
The Gods are toying with us, seeing which one could be the spot of light in this dark world, which one is worthy to join them among the stars. Seven mortals, only one is going to be left standing. Unfortunately, the only way to win is to make it out alive. Seven messages speak out to us, marking us as being officially accepted to begin playing.
But why? Why do our fates make us out to be tools of the Gods and Goddesses? Why couldn't we grow up to seek the professions we came to this school to study?
Idea, Description & Design by: Acidic Shadow
From the all-girls guild Its A Girl Thing
From the all-girls guild Its A Girl Thing