What happens when one creates a story then leaves everything to chance? Thousands of paths stretch out endlessly that separate into even more, countless paths. And then, all but one is destroyed with a single roll of a twenty-sided die. The die becomes the true author while the writer just provides possibilities then takes a backseat and narrates.
This story will be random. To save time, the characters and some of the events will be somewhat generic, but past that all bets are off. It will create tropes and then shatter them. Characters can and will die. Even the writer doesn't know how this story will play out.
The die is the god of this world that rolls and everything it says goes. The writer is the god of this world whose whims become reality after the die rolls.
Cover art was done by PrimalAvatar from INKed.
