#MoodyStory

*It's nighttime around 8 or 9 pm. Albert is getting tucked into bed* Albert: Father? Wilson: Yes? Albert: All your stories about The Constant are true, right? Wilson: Of course they're true! Why do you ask? Albert: I told my classmates about your tales in that place, the stru...

Wilson lifted his head from the ground, feeling dazed. His head was throbbing and for a moment he forgot where he was. As he slowly got to his feet, the memories flooded back. Well, a few of them anyway. Everyone from camp, Wortox, Wurt, Wes, everyone, was geared up to fight another beast of the Con...