Dear Diary,
At first…
Well, to be honest, there wasn't much at first… Except maybe, me and my boredom.
Then, while I was sighing and daydreaming about my own personal universe, all of a sudden these islands started forming, randomly, out of nowhere!
I couldn't understand if they were floating on air or falling constantly into emptiness. So I called them the falling-floater lands of Xant-Rar.
But, I think everything turned out nice. A little messy but nice. I mean, there are many islands with many biomes that have different landforms, creatures, races, and cultures, that have their problems, plots, serendipities, crises, chaos, and nonsense.
Now, from the start, as a creator, I know my limits. So, I tell you this; a lot of my creation is inspired by that little blue world and its game and fantasy cultures.
From the first moment, it all evolved in an interesting direction. At least, I have created dozens of natural resources and wild beasts for each of these biomes.
Then, as I was thinking (really, it happened at the moment of my thinking process) out of nowhere, pop out these cities, governed by specific factions... By the way, there are plenty of those factions. There are humans, trolls, goblins, zombies, elves, vampires, fairkies (something I come up with from Freaky Fairies), orcs, werewolves, goblins, and even robots.
Each faction has its own culture and when I say culture I mean a way of life like partying, gaming, love, etc…It's fun to see them hang on to something. Because, obviously, they don’t think that I am good enough to have their faith.
Which is sad… So sad... I need a moment here.
Anyway, they all have specific craftsmanship suitable for each culture. Once, I saw a demon blacksmith. Oh, he was working so well with fire. What I mean is they find their ways to hold on to life, so what's all that fuss? All that hate on the creator??
