By Marcus D. Bone
Things lurk in the dark, in the spaces humanity has left behind. Evil things, vicious things that want for nothing more than our total destruction.
Yet these things we understand, if still fear. What we fail to comprehend are those things hunt us not for survival, nor to feed, or because humanity poses some as yet undefined threat to their existence. No, these things stalk us only for the pleasure…
Unlimited worlds span our universe, and infinite more stretch across the dimensions, and yet among all that potential, how can humanity be reduced to simple playthings?